Halloween 2009

Halloween was so much fun this year, serious. Both kids were so excited to trick or treat. They would run to each house and when the door opened they would yell TRICK OR TREAT! Carson would then say "This is my sister Olivia, she's a witch and I'm the spider man." Following the candy placement, they would both say thank you and Happy Halloween!

Carson was sure to tell people that no, he was not spider man. In fact he was Carson, dressed up as Spider man, duh. After a few falls with the actual mask on (yes I did cut the eye holes bigger) we decided to just take it off. It was hazardous.

Bee's

So, if you know me, you'll know I'm sort of afraid of bee's. I've never been stung so I think it is the anticipation of getting stung that scares me. I loose control when I see a bee (which is embarrassing, but un controllable!!)

So, this morning after some time spent in the bathroom, I went to go find my purse which has my zofran in it. I picked it up and put it under my arm and ZAP I got a huge pain on my arm near my arm pit. I was sure I had been bitten by a black widow or some other deadly spider and sat the purse down to inspect my arm. I saw a red mark and some swelling and looked down at my purse and there was a BEE walking around on it. A bee! On a wintry Friday morning in my purse in the house, a bee.

I don't know if I will react the same way when I see a bee flying around outside because now I am convinced they are maniacal little devil's who prey on unsuspecting pregnant women who they know will over react if stung.

Rude!

Yesterday was a traumatic day in our house. Olivia found scissors and got a liiiiitle cut happy and decided to cut her bangs off and then she took the scissors to Carson's head.

Here is the result:


Yes, that is her forehead, where she used to have bangs and some hair. Right in time for her 5th Birthday, Thanksgiving and Christmas! Oh Olivia!

UPDATE!!

Hello!

I'm doing well, I switched back to the "brand name" zofran and it has helped. I sometimes feel like I will never ever feel better and will never want to eat food again, but I know it will pass. (right?!?)

I had my first doctor's appointment and my due date is May 8th!! I saw the little being and he/she was kicking kicking shaking and moving, so active for such a little sprout. It was really sweet to see, it even sort of looked like a baby! Hooray!

I have some cute pictures and a really cute drawing Olivia did, so I will post soon. Its hard to get the energy or motivation to blog when I barely have the energy or motivation to move from the bed in the morning. I hope the 2nd trimester brings energy and cravings!!

I have been missing and if you look close in my room you see an indent in the bed where I have been laying. I have been sick. So sick that I want to punch baby animals, thats really sick because I like animals especially baby ones.

Other than that, I have been in survival mode. But I will be showing some really cute pictures of the niece Bria in her blessing attire. Her dress was so beautiful I can't wait for you to see the pictures (and her Mom can't wait to see them either.)

I'll be back, soon, I'm sure. Just trying to remember how to deal with this, parent and remember that its all for the bebe. The bebe and for me and for Kit and for Livi and Carson (who asks me daily if the baby is coming and if he/she is going to pop out of my mouth.)

Computer Crazies

So my lack of pictures is not due to anything but the fact that my computer is in the shop. It went a little crazy and so that with all of my pictures are on time out. I still have my words though, so hopefully those will do for the next little bit. That is all I have to say today. Sorry!!

Pregnancy Rage?

I have learned over two pregnancies and now a third, that a certain pregnancy rage pours out, much like the pregnancy glow (never got that?) and the throwing up. I noticed this rage yesterday as I was driving. I actually envisioned bumping a silver Nissan, just ramming into the side of it. Its mistake? Driving THIRTY in a FORTY zone... can you imagine?!?

As I woke up and headed to the toilet while simultaneously pulling back my hair I felt rage. Rage towards Kit, the poor guy. My rage built when Carson came in the bathroom as I was throwing up and tried to put contact lenses in my eyes. Again, towards Kit, sleeping peacefully in our warm cozy bed. (He soon got up and helped of course, there was no real reason to feel the rage.)

After I was done receiving pokes to the eyes I went back in my room and layed down. I opened up my bottle of zofran and put one underneath my tongue and waited as it dissolved. Slowly, the rage settled down and all I felt was GRATEFUL! Grateful for this pregnancy, for my family, and for the beloved anti-puke pill zofran. I decided this morning that the middle name of this child, girl or boy, will be Zo.

No, but really, did any of you feel the pregnancy rage? It doesn't over power the happy and excitement, it just manifests itself sometimes and I feel like I'm watching a movie of my angry pregnant self. Just me?

(That was a joke, no Zo's around here.)