Stubborn Mules.

So, as I have been a little irked and frustrated this week that Aaron would not ask anyone to help him out build our back patio cover.

I realized that I'm doing the same thing. I don't think I need help.

He is being very stubborn and insists that he can do it on his own.

Me too.

He wants to prove is independence and show that he is man enough to do it alone. No help.

Ditto.

I told him that if he wasn't done by Memorial Day that I was going to hire someone to help him out.

I better be done by Memorial, or else ......

Waiting

So, it's around 1am. I can't sleep. Why? A mixture of pain and my silly body use to not sleeping until 3am. It stinks.

I have so much to finish, but I can't move - well, not that well. When I walk, I look "Crooked, like the letter Z" as Ashlee has told me. I'm slow, and I wish I had one of those automatic chairs that lifts you up from the sitting position to the standing position. Oh well.

One of the many things I have to do is get hubby to pain little man's room, and finish putting up the crown molding in the girls room. Cross your fingers that it happens this weekend!!! We finally agreed on baby bedding. Let me give you the low-down first. I showed Aaron this bedding months ago, it was one of the first ones I liked. He hated it. Fast forward a few months, he searching on the Internet for bedding and comes across this. Loves it. Isn't it funny how if THEY come up with the idea then THEY love it.....whatever.....atleast this battle is over.

Cute Huh?

I also had some AMAZING friends throw me a baby shower this past Saturday. It was perfect. I got some awesome gifts, and I have already washed the 0-3 months clothes, so that I will be ready to play dress up with little man.

Today, er, yesterday was Earth Day. My two little Earth Saving Heroes were singing songs and telling me how I need to keep all the lights off, and I quote "Mom if you are going to be in the bathroom more than 5 minutes, just turn the lights off" that was from Elle. Okay??? Also how anytime I told them to put something in the trash I got a lecture on how it can be recycled ( I do recycle - when I say throw it away, I mean put it in the correct bin). I was also told that it would be better if our family walked to Sonic instead of driving. ( Sonic is 2 miles away) I finally told them that I needed to be able to walk in order to walk to Sonic, I also told them that riding their bikes to school would be better than Aaron driving them.....the Earth Day lectures ended after that.

So. It's just past 1am. I can't sleep. Why? Because I'm waiting for my water to break...or to have stronger contractions....or for the hospital to call to say that they are ready for me.....none the less...I can't sleep. ARG!!

Trials

I want to complain. I want to scream. I want all the hard stuff to go away. But then I see what others are going through and I end up shutting my mouth and try my best to get through my problems with no complaints

I want to complain about the hell this pregnancy has been. Then I see a dear friend whom went through 9 months of pregnancy and ended up losing her baby before it was born. It breaks my heart. At least I can feel little man push my ribs and wiggle around, as uncomfortable as it may be. I am sure she would do anything to be as uncomfortable and tired as I am to have her sweet baby back.

I want to complain about my back pain. The fact that a piece of my tailbone is chipped off, and the pain meds are doing jack squat. Then I see another friend who is in his own personal hell of Valley Fever and Meningitis. His pain must be unbearable. I have no room to complain. At least I'm not stuck in the hospital hooked up to several IV's trying to get through each hour of each day.

I want to complain so bad, but I have no reason to. I HATE THAT!!!! Okay, so yes the percocet makes me super grouchy, and yes I have no patience left due to the fact I haven't slept and I'm in super pain, but when I see those around me, I can't complain. That sucks.

Man Child

I love this picture. My doctor has artwork by this artist, Steven Hanks, all over his office. This is one of his newer ones. It's called the "The Newest Angel". When I first saw it, I wanted soooo bad to have a baby boy so I had a good reason to purchase it. Now that I'm having that boy, I'm too cheap to spent the $250 on the print. Go figure. I guess I need to pressure Aaron into getting it for me for Mother's day. HA!! Yeah right! I would totally settle on my carpets being cleaned instead. That's my OCD and nesting instincts talking.

SOOO I do finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. My doctor has scheduled me for a c-section on the 27th of May at 12:30pm. If I don't go sooner. At least I have an end date. I know that I won't be pregnant on the 28th. HURRAY!!! There is an end to this madness.

Better Day

Sorry for being so grouchy the last post. If you couldn't tell, I was having a bad day. I think everyone is entitled to one of those every now and again....pregnant women are entitled hourly.

The 23 month old red headed terror made me laugh:


She likes to wear these around the house. She can't breathe when she wears them, and they are way to big for her noggin, non the less she loves them.

Look...they sleep the same way, hand behind their head, hoggin the whole bed. Crack me up.

STUPID

I've taken the advice of my friend Jessica and I'm doing the Finding Nemo -Dori mantra of "Just Keep Swimming" instead mine is "Just Keep Moving, Just Keep Breathing, Don't Kill Your Children"

So this week has been one heck of a roller coaster for me. I am physically and emotionally drained from everything, especially from a certain 23 month old red head. Hmmm who could that be? I feel like there are millions of things that need to get done, that MUST get done before little man arrives - and the list gets longer and longer, but nothing gets crossed off. Stupid OCD and nesting!

I watched Oprah this week, and the topic was mother hood confessions. Women talked about how hard and crazy it is it be a mom - yet they sure had clean houses and looked stylish and cute. I watch from the comfort of my couch, toys scattered all around, dishes begging to be washed, and I'm pretty sure I was still in my pajamas for the third day in a row. (Stupid Oprah - way to add to the depression that I was already feeling from the loss of ER - that blog still needs to be written, but the emotions are too high - besides - stupid ending - really?! Seriously?! Arg!)

My stomach can not get any bigger - no joke - there is no more room for this child to consume. Therefore he feels the need to try to take up space in my ribs - not fun. He also has ruined the certain foods for me - Chocolate now tastes like onions - I know gross, and my Coke - the life line to my sanity - tastes like wet dog smell. Be for warned that without a little Chocolate or Coke in my system - I'm bound to be a tad grouchy and short tempered. I am almost to the point of having ya'll pray that we just have him already - but I'm not in the mood for another NICU thing.

Sorry to be so grouchy - I guess a little also has to do with stupid Ron and the Stupid Biggest Loser and freaking Sione getting voted off tonight - sheesh - I mean really?! I can't stand Ron - he takes off his shirt and I shutter (then again I take of my shirt and I shutter as well - just not as much vomit comes up). He's mister "So innocent - such the victim bla bla bla". Dude needs to get voted off and Filipe needs to win the whole damn thing - and Sione win the $100k from the voted off contestants.

Okay - I'm really done now being grouchy, I'm going to go take my 6 pills of pregnancy and try to get some rest. ha ha yeah right.

P.S I was going to post some pictures from my camera - but a certain 23 month old red head has taken the connection cord and has done who know's what with it. It's probably in the infamous black hole that everything else has disappeared too - including my CTR and wedding ring.

Who's counting?

I have 58 days until I'm due. I know I won't go the full 58 days - but none the less, the number doesn't seem nice. I'm done. The only positive thing I have to say is

A Human is prego for 266 days

A Camel is prego for 406 days

A Giraffe is prego for 410 days

A Horse is prego for 337 days

An Elephant is prego for 640 days

A Goat is prego for 151 days

An Opossum is prego for 13 days....... I wouldn't mind being an opossum, but I don't want kids that look like this

New Addition

FYI - Sarah's water broke this morning on her way home from work, around 3am. We went to the hospital and they went ahead and did a c-section around 8am.

Archie Deal Doster

4lbs 1oz

16 inches long

Both mom and little man are doing well.

Pics to follow.

April Fools. I wish he was here already.
Oh - and I would never name my son Archie - not my style.