Sweet Words

I got this card from my Mom, the day of my second shower, and I thought it was so sweet I would share it with all of you.

Brady:

What a big day for you today! You're being showered with gifts and well wishes. Family members hearts are bursting with joy and anticipation. Friends are sharing in the happiness. We are waiting for you with open arms.

And what gift could I give my first grandchild? How big could it be to equal the love waiting for you? What is wonderful enough, or exquisity enough for you? There's only one gift that is the absolute best gift! And it comes from "Poppy" and "Nona" exclusively. The gift is... your mother! She will be hte greatest gift you will know in this world, and hte greatest woman you will ever know!

Thanks Mom! That card and those words truly meant the world to me!

Love/Hate

Love: That the nursery is almost finished!

Hate: That I can't just swish my hands and have it all done!

Just getting started...

Putting together the crib

Step by Step...

Ta Da!

With Bedding!

Dresser

Glider

Love: That my job is finally coming together!

Hate: That it can't move any faster ;P

Love: That my man is almost here... 5 weeks! *Squeee!!!

Hate: That it is really starting to take a toll on my body.

Love: That hubs gives in to my every craving!!

Hate: That I can't do more for him!

Love: Love me some Popeyes Chicken!! Oh yeah!

Hate: That it is so damn bad for you!

Hate: That yesterday morning I was awakened by a Charlie Horse I cannot even describe. the pain was excrushiating!

Love: That hubs was willing to wake up at 6am with me screaming and massage it to get it to feel better.

Love, Love the hubs!!

Wordless Wednesday...

Ce Fini my friends!! Click on it to make it bigger!! And don't forget to give props to Elysa and Olivia!

Anonymous

I got this idea from Blogging Barbie and I thought it was great!

~ I almost called you today, you are, afterall, my best friend. Then I stopped myself because I didn't want to burden you with more issues. It seems I always go to you for advice and you never come to me. Maybe I am trying too hard?

~ I want to be appreciative of all you do, I want to appreciate you as a friend, but the truth is, I cannot! I cannot be appreciative of someone who is verbally abusive. You don't understand what happens when that side of you comes out. You don't know who you hurt! They aren't just words, they are feelings attached to words. They are feelings that bring up more feelings and they effect people! I wish you would change, but I know you won't, and that saddens me the most.

~ I want to love you like a sister. I really want you to be better. I know you can't because of certain circumstances, but I really really want you to try. I want you to be better for yourself not because people want you to be. You really have so much to offer! I see it hidden behind the surface. Sometimes you let me see it and I love you for that! Why can't it come out all the time? For everyone to see?

~ I used to be a pushover, now I am just a bitch! I have an opinion, I don't easily forgive, and don't EVER get on my bad side, or I will scar you with this sharp tongue of mine!

~ I am appreciative of all you both do for me. I love how caring, how concerned and how much your love shows! I am so happy this is where we are in our relationship. I know it was a long haul. I am just so glad this is where we are now.

~ She is going to leave you! Can't you see that you change when you are around her? Can't you see that you change just to be with her? Can't you see that you were FINE they way you WERE? Why can't you see she is no good for you? Why can't you see outside of yourself? How much longer is this going to go on? Ignoring friends, ignoring calls, ignoring the true you, just for someone else? Maybe this is your journey in life. Maybe it is supposed to go this way. I don't know, I don't understand, and for some reason... it still hurts to even think about it!

~ Why are some people just dealt a bum deck? I understand you have choices in life, but why in the beginning do some people get screwed and others just get to smile through it? I will never understand why you were dealt a bum deck! I will never understand why you can't get out of this rut. I don't think, truthfully, I will ever understand you. I wish the bond never broke. I wish we could be closer. I wish you the best. I actually ache for you to be better. Why can't it happen? It is not like you haven't tried? It is not like you haven't payed the damn price. Why is the world so cruel sometimes? Am I missing a peice? Am I missing a link to make me understand? Why?

Any anonymous dish you want to share? If anything... it feels good!

Mural, Mural on the Wall...

Who is the baddest of them all? MY MURAL!! Woot!!

E and Olivia came over on Saturday and started this mural for Brady's nursery. I cannot tell you how exciting it is to see this go up on the wall. Things are really coming together! Plus, they aren't even done. I just couldn't NOT show you what they have come up with so far. I cannot thank them enough! And do worry my dear freaders, I will post a pic when the finish product has arrived :D

Feel free to tell me what you think! I LOVE feedback!!

This is E and Hubs in the very first stages. Just adding the clouds.

A little more detail now...

Standing back to watch the artists at work!


Almost done for the day...

Completed for the day, *Squeee!



Feel free to click on the pic to make it bigger!!

Have a happy Monday!

Persons With Penis'

Clueless Cat makes a great point. She wonders why men don't take the reins more often? Why it is always us girls making the phone calls, sending the emails or making plans? I tend to agree with her.

Wouldn't you love to come home and have your man have planned out the whole weekend? Who cares if it screws other things up. The idea and the thought that would go into that would be thrilling!

It came to my attention the other day that men just don't have the same brains. I mean, I have had NUMEROUS converstations with hubs about making the bed. His response: Why would I make a bed, I am just going to get into 12 hours later. My response: Because it is nicer to get into a freshly made bed with crisp sheets, than have to deal with yesterday's mess.

Well, in talking with my BF on the phone the other day, apparently she had the SAME converstaion with her hub. His response: How long does it take to make a bed? 30 - 60 seconds? Ok... in a year, that would mean, I would spend 2,000 minutes making a bed. Ridiculous. What a waste of time!

I think Men's brains must not compute certain things. I truly think that book, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, must have some ring of truth to it. I just don't get why men don't take more control?

Anyone else run into issues like that?

Love Letters

Dear Sleep:

It is me, Andréa, I know you probably forgot who I am, since you haven't been by in a while, but I was hoping by writing you this letter you would come back. I remember, back in the day, I used to lay my head on the pillow and poof! there you would be. Carressing and holding me for hours at a time. Now it seems, every hour, on the hour, you leave me for someone else?

Have I not been good to you all these years? What can I do to win back your heart??

Love,
Your very sleep deprived friend!
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Dear Sun:

I can't seem to understand why you come and go, and don't ever want to stick around. Remember, this is Texas! In February you are supposed to be here all the time. Have you found someone else? Is Miami treating you better? I am sorry if they are, but just know that we here in Texas miss you! Remember back in the summer of 07 when I would go out every afternoon to greet you! Remember my barely there bikini and my pool? Maybe you and Sleep should talk so all of us could get together again!

Talk it over and get back with me!

Thanks,
Your Albino, Italian, Sleep Deprived Friend!

31 Weeks!

This week, your baby measures over 16 inches long. He weighs about 3.3 pounds (try carrying four navel oranges) and is heading into a growth spurt. He can turn his head from side to side, and his arms, legs, and body are beginning to plump out as needed fat accumulates underneath his skin. He's probably moving a lot, too, so you may have trouble sleeping because your baby's kicks and somersaults keep you up. Take comfort: All this moving is a sign that your baby is active and healthy.

I can't believe that in 6 weeks, my little man is going to enter this world. Every night this week I have asked hubs to put together one thing, such as a swing, a highchair, a pack and play and so on. I think if we do it this way, it won't be so overwhelming. One a night you know?

But with the toys comes the confusion. You can tell that the animals know something is up, the just can't figure out what is going on. Mr Mochachino gets very scared. He starts looking around, like Lady and Tramp, shaking like a leaf and trying to get his toy so that someone will pay attention to him. It is quite humorous.
The Cats found the pack and play and that was funny in itself. One cat didn't know what hell it was, jumped in, only to find he couldn't get out, so he started squeaking. I let him out and he just stared at it like it was the devil.

I think they'll be fine when my man comes, but we will have to see! Only a couple more weeks now :D

Gay Elvis?

*Let me preface this post by saying... I LOVE gay guys. Most of the time they are a blast and when I worked retail, I couldn't get enough of shopping and hanging out with them.

Last night on American Idol the guys sang. I thought some of them were pretty good, however I was pretty peeved that they took the Leif Garrett look-a-like over the Southern homeless kid. I think his name was Josiah? Overall, though, I thought it was an ok show. Some VERY weird song choices... hello Grand Prarie, Texas guy, with the weird blonde streak in your hair? Ummm.... did you think you were on some Carnival Cruise and that the song MoonRiver wasn't cheesy enough? Somehow you thought you had to add a little Velveta to the mix. UGH! Anywho...

My question is... can anyone explain how both gay guys (now, I am totally stereotyping here, I have no idea IF they are gay, but they don't seem to be shying away from the closet) picked an Elvis song? I mean, we are talking ELVIS here. The Original, All American, Swinging hips heterosexual Elviss! He was the original heart throb.
Ok that David guy, with the blackish brown hair, I LOVED the outfit, but you didn't even sing jail house rock. You just shook your non butt and your skinny tie. And then there was that blonde guy, I think his name was Colton, ok WHATEVER! That was NOT good. I didn't get it!

I am seriously not trying to bash the gay guys (there were plenty others that were bad) but come on people! If you gonna pick Elvis... make him sound masculine and rock it out!!

*Stepping down from Soapbox now, kthx!

TMI I am sure!

Ok seriously, at this point, I have no idea what is going on with my body! 4 days ago my voice up and left, and then it came back, only to return with it some disgusting coughing, phleming, thing in both my nose and throat. WAY TMI... I get it! Not to mention every morning this week I have woken up at 5am, to do some major cleaning and re-arrange rooms, awaiting Brady's arrival.

Is this nesting or what? I have no idea what is going on?

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Gifts. What can I say about gifts. I love getting them, giving them and especiallly getting them for Baby!! But as I was going through these little gems, I realized we got the weirdest gift! When I opened it, I thought it was normal. It was a book "Duck for President" and then I looked further. Inside this bag was a "Weepublican" bib, a "Babies for Obama" bib and a "Hillary for President" bib. Now, I get that you want to be safe (politically speaking) but really? A bib for your favorite president? Hmmm...

What is the weirdest gift you've ever gotten?
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And here is the last thing. Toilet Paper. Last week, with no voice, I headed to the grocery store, only to realize (while walking) my Braxton Hicks started again. I moved quickly through the isles to retreive what was needed, and finally ended on the paper isle. I search for select-a-size paper towels (a truly brillaint invention) and then for toilet paper. Now, CLEARLY on the select-a-size paper towels they have it labeled, but for some reason, the toilet paper didn't tell me 2ply or 1? I search on, and realize, I need to sit ASAP (Braxton Hicks are painful little things!) I grab a bag and head to the counter. When I get home, always having to pee, being that I am 8 months pregnant, I grab my new toilet paper, and head to the restroom. Only to open the stuff and realize I have somehow grabbed 1ply paper and that it feels like elementary school paper towels. Remember that brown nasty stuff that (I swear) would tear your hands up if you used too much in one day. Now... I had to put this stuff on my ass! I mean seriously, they should warn you about these things in advance!! I actually ran upstairs, pants still at my ankles, to used the nice 2ply in the upstairs restrooom!

Why is it that 1 ply is so much worse than 2 ply?
And if anyone who works in a toilet paper company is reading this.... please inform the higher ups, that us pregnant woman who have no time, would like a quick, easy to read bag! Preferrably one that says 2 ply!!

KTHX! That was my randmoness for Tuesday. I am sure it was TMI!

Strollers, High Chairs and Bibs... OH MY!

There is me in my cute new dress and haircut!

This is what our living room looked like when we got home :) And Hubs was still unloading at this point!

My awesome new diaper bag!

My super cool, Zooper high chair!

So folks, yesterday was my 2nd baby shower. WOW! is really the only description I can give you. Simply AMAZING!

We got SO much stuff! We even got duplicates... on large items. Like we got 2 strollers :) 2 bathroom sets and much much more!

So many clothes, so many laughs and some of the best food! It really was a great time!

Unfortunately, my mother-in-law took all the pictures, so I will have to get them from her, so you guys can see my awesome new hair do and my cute new dress! It really was a hit!

I love when people are so nice they tell you your beautiful, even though your almost 8 months pregnant :D

Feisty!

*I was afraid of putting my scar on there, but then my mom said something great. She said be proud of that scar... because it saved your life! And now it is giving your son life! So there it is folks, in all it's glory. My scar!

So, in the past few months, with this baby in my tummy, I have determined that this child is a little more like his Momma than his Daddy.

When his Daddy was born he was "angelic," according to everyone I have spoken with. He would sit where they would ask, he would never put up a fight for diapers or a change of clothes. Overall, he was the perfect child. Gorgeously blonde with peircing blue eyes. Polo shirts and a perfect bowl haircut, he just couldnt' get any cuter.

Then there was me. Let's see. My first nickname was Lungs (if that gives you any indication) and trust me, when I say, I lived up to that name! I came out of the womb singing and dancing. All 7lbs (2lbs of curly hair!) There is this story that I HATED the playpen, and sometimes my mom would try and stick me in there, if she had to vacuum or cook or something. I would just wail and wail, until my poor mom would pick me up, and I would give her this grin like... now... that's better! Let's not do that again, or I'll scream :D

So, as I grow older and people get nicer with words, my nickname has become... feisty!

feist·y /ˈfaɪsti/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[fahy-stee] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective, feist·i·er, feist·i·est.

1. full of animation, energy, or courage; spirited; spunky; plucky: The champion is faced with a feisty challenger.

Well, let me just tell you, my gut instinct is this child is gonna come out feisty!! While in the hospital with the crazy labor pains, he would kick the heart monitor off my belly. (He apparently likes his space!) Then, if I sit in the wrong way, my little man will stick his foot in my rib until I move my position. But... as soon as I move, he takes it away. I can just see him smiling in the womb saying... now... that's better! And dont' get me started if I eat something he doesn't like, such as Pomegranits and spicy food. OH BOY! He will beat the living daylights out of my stomach and let me know not to do that again!

I have a feeling he may be coming early (at least early enought to be an Aries) and if that is so, he could certianly live up to his sign!

Poor hubs. The angelic child he thought he was having a fellow Taurus where he could share gourmet food and be stubborn, I have a feeling... maybe not so much.

But does it matter really? I will love him all the same. Feisty like his Momma or not :D

Across the Universe

Yesterday the weather changed again? What else is new, this is Texas, the state where weather doesn't like to stay the same. Since it was raining and cold outside and I had no voice, hubs and I decided to watch a movie. Across the Universe had come in the mail, so we thought we would give it a try.

I had heard it was some trippy weird movie, but I was up for it!

Let me be the first to say. If you have not seen this movie, go BUY IT, RENT IT, and WATCH IT! I can easily say this is the best movie I have seen in years. It is inventive, creative, beautiful, and touching.

The music and the choreography is impeccable! It had mood evoking cinematography and the entire movie just permeates your body.

In other words... this movie makes me happy!

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We also watch La Vie En Rose recently. Overall, I thought it was a good movie. Nothing to write home about. I am a sucker for French movies! I always try and see how much French I retained (not very much) but also I love French movies that are old. Where you can see old Paris!

Anyway, the movie was heartbreaking. Plus, it switched from old to new so many times, I couldn't even keep up. I was like, what time frame is this? Wait... are we back to regulat time?

Overall, I would say it is a good story, but not a movie I would recommend everyone watch.

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On a happier note...

Sat. (today): Hubs and Dad are finishing painting the room (YIPPEEE!) And we are going to pick up our baby furniture!

Sun: I am having my 2nd shower with Hubs Mom's friends. Should be fun. There should be good pictures, which I will post Monday! Also, I get to show off my hot new haircut AND my sassy new dress. Not to mention the 7 1/2 month preggo belly.

Hope you all have a good weekend!

PS: Just in case your wondering... no the voice has not returned. I am stuck in a silent world for one more day :)

Voiceless

It is strange, for a singer, to be voiceless for 3 days. I kinda feel like my identity has been stolen. I can't sing Brady lullaby's in the shower, I can serenade my 2 cats and dog, and I can't even hum a tune.

What's weird is that I have felt fine for the past 3 days - I just have had no voice.

Then I get an email, from mom, saying if I have any symptoms of the flu I have to get checked out Immediately! I was thinking she was just overacting (like she does sometimes) because I was prego.

Then I looked at the attached email. My baby bro has been out of school the entire week. He had a fever the first 3 days and is currently on the mend. There was an email to all parents that an 8th grade student, in his school, died of the flu. Can you believe that? DIED of the FLU?

There must be some strange strain going around that the flu shot didn't cover.

So I beg of you... all my freaders... please go see the doctor should you have symptoms of the flu. Lord knows I have been close to death and I NEVER want any of you to experience such terror!

Happy LURVE Day!!

Happy Lurrrve Day folks!

I totally saw this on someone's post and I forgot who it was. Darn, I am a bad bloggy friend.

She posted about what Love is to different people.

SO I thought I would share with you, what Love is to me.

Love is... a baby that you've never met meaning the WORLD to you!

Love is... a hubs that takes care of you, even when your tired, fat and cranky!

Love is... friends that call, just because!

Love is... Daddy's that come over and give you things that only mean something to you! (i.e. The sports Illustrated of the Giants win!)

Love is... Mom's that call to check up on you daily ;-)

Love is... Family members that send you care packages, just so you know they care.

What is love to you??

Whether you have that special someone to kiss and hold, or just someone who means more than you can share? Tell them so today!

Forget about the gifts and the glamour (don't get me wrong, I still want some roses) just remember that today is about everyone who shows you love, every OTHER day of the year!!

Valentines Day Ideas

So I thought since V-day is tomorrow, I would give some great ideas for V-day surprises. These are great if you've only known him a week, or have been married to him for 10 years :)

Heart Shaped Guitar Picks:
My boyfriend and I had only been dating a short while before Valentine’s Day, so I didn't really want to get something super expensive. I just wanted to do something small and meaningful. He plays guitar, so I went out and bought a dozen guitar picks. I took a pair of scissors and trimmed them into hearts. Then I filed down the edges and put them all in a little clear bag tied with a ribbon. I made a card and I picked out candy hearts with the messages I liked on them. When we were exchanging our gifts on Valentine's Day, I gave him the picks and he loved them. Then I gave him one candy heart at a time and told him he had to do everything they said on them, like "hold me," "hug me," and "kiss me." He loved the whole thing.--submitted by Sophie

Gifts on the Hour:
For Valentine’s Day one year, I decided to give my fiancé a gift every hour he was at work. When he got to work at 8:30, a simple little card was there waiting for him wishing him a happy Valentine's Day. At 9:30, his breakfast was delivered (an omelet, hash browns, sausage, toast and orange juice). At 10:30, I sent him a huge batch of balloons. I made his favorite cream cheese cookies and had them delivered by one of my good friends wearing a clown costume at 11:30. At 12:30, a pizza and a soda came for his lunch. I sent him a huge gift bag of candy at 1:30. By this time, everyone he worked with congregated in his office on the hour waiting to see what was coming. He felt so special. I think everyone was pretty jealous. At 2:30, a stuffed frog was delivered that said, "I love you" on it. And finally at 3:30, I delivered a dozen red roses in a vase to him to say, “I love you!” I had so much fun planning the whole day, and he really loved it. -- submitted by Kelly

A Memory box for My Man:
This year, I’m planning ahead for Valentine’s Day. I am collecting mementos from the things we’ve done all year long to put in a Valentine’s Day box. I’m making it a point to save things that are meaningful to him. For example, I took a cardboard coaster from a pub we visited on the coast. He tried his new favorite beer for the first time that day, and I think he’ll be thrilled that I remembered. Another thing I’ve saved so far is my ticket from a college basketball game we went to with is dad. I’m attaching a little note to each thing saying something about the memorable event. I’m also throwing in a few of the love notes we have left for each other.

Commuter Valentine's Gift:
My husband used to leave at 5 a.m. every morning to commute to work while I was going to college. One Valentine's Day, I place a few commuter comfort items in his car the night before. I had gotten a good deal on a heated massaging seat cover. I also bought him a CD of his favorite singer, some coffee shop gift certificates and chocolate-covered coffee beans (which he loves). He thought it was a nice surprise on a cold Valentine's Day morning!

Pleasure Hunt:
For Valentine's Day last year, I sent my man on a "Pleasure Hunt". He woke up to a large box wrapped up with Valentine's paper, I filled it with 5 heart-shaped Mylar balloons, so when he opened the box the balloons would rise and give him his first clue, the clue read, "This is a Pleasure Hunt. Follow the hearts, and if you play your cards right you’ll end the day feeling nothing but pleasure.” The first card led him to a local spa where I treated him to an hour-long massage and an early lunch. When his lunch at the spa was served, he was given his next clue and a gift card. These led him to a local CD store where I had a romantic CD held for him and his next clue, which told him to look in his glove compartment. There he found his next clue, which told him to call me (so I knew when he was on his way) and to bring the CD to the front desk of a local hotel. When he got to the front desk, he was given a package I had held for him, and another clue. It was a key to a room in the hotel with a little tag on it that simply said "I’m Waiting". When he walked into the room, I had candles, rose petals, whipped cream, grapes, strawberries, champagne, cream cheese dip, a heart shaped tub, and me in sexy lingerie, all waiting for him. I gave him his attire for the evening - silk boxers and a matching blindfold. The night was amazing for both of us!

A Funny Valentine:
My boyfriend and I are broke students attending different colleges that are four thousand miles apart from each other. We can't be together for Valentine's Day this year, but I have a few ideas as to how I can still make the day special without spending a lot of money. I’m going to send him a box full of little things that will let him know how I feel. First, I’m gonna rip up twelve little pieces of rice paper, put on some dark red lipstick, and kiss every piece. I figure if I can't send him a dozen red roses, I can send him a dozen red kisses. He and I love the song "Funny Valentine," and I love to sing it all the time. But he has never heard me sing at all, so I am going to record myself singing our song and put the CD in the box. And the final addition to my Valentine's Day box will be a little on the seductive side. I have a black satin thong with crystal strings that I bought months ago at Victoria's Secret. I have not worn them yet because I am waiting until I see him. So, I am putting that in the box as a kind of "promise" to wear it as soon as we see each other this summer. I'm sure that he'll absolutely love it!

And my personal fav!!

Trade Candy for “Treats:"
A week before Valentine’s Day I am going to hide little cinnamon hearts around the house. I’m going to give my boyfriend a decorated jar and explain that he needs to find and collect them throughout the week to “spend” on Valentine’s Day. Then when the day finally comes, I'll give him a menu of options he can use the candies to (i.e. Massage = 10 hearts, Homemade Dinner for Two= 2 hearts, etc.). I think it'll be fun, and it will ensure that he gets the Valentine's Day he wants rather than one I think he wants!

Hope these give you some great ideas!!

P.S. Hubs if your reading this. No, I did not put my gift idea on here... that would ruin it! Mwwaa!

Eehhm!

Started to talk and found out my voice didn't really want to stick around. UGH! I hate having a scratchy voice. I sound like a man. More like a guy selling hot dogs at a Ball Park. This sucks.

Fat Belly, Baby kicking, sugar too high to eat ice cream, and now this. Damn, what a night. BLUGH!

Maybe I am having simpathy for all the singers on American Idol... ok seriously, GUY LINER RYAN? Who are you kidding with that? Kthxbye!

Quotes!

So my dad gave me The Kite Runner to read, while cooped up in this house with this basketball belly. I think it is a movie, but I am not sure.

You see, I am one of those people that would highlight each and every meaningful quote should I be allowed. I don't though, simply for the fact that someone might want to read it later, and they may not find it as interesting. Anyhoo, so I found this quote and I love it so much!

"Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors." ~ The Kite Runner

On that note, I thought I would leave you with another briliant quote. This time from an author you may not have heard of....

"Water... it is like un-fermented beer. Mmm! Refreshing" ~ Hubs after learning from the doctor he had to drink more water and probably not so much beer.

Hope you all have a good Tuesday!

Brady Update ;-)

Look at my little man! Awwww! It is truly amazing how in love you can be with black and white photo!

He is a little big - due to the Gestational Diabetes (he weighs almost 4lbs - he is only supposed to be 3lbs) and my doctor advised me to stop eating chocolate ice cream. Waaah!! (That is me crying like a child b/c I want chocolate ice cream!!)

Anyway, they told me has hair *swoon!* I totally teared up when she said that, simply because I came out of the womb with a mop of black curls. My parents said I came out singing and lookin' like Betty Boop!

It also looks like (from the picture) that he has Momma's nose and lips!!

He is still due close to mid April, I just have to watch my sugar, so he doesn't end up being 10lbs.

Other than that, my little man is wonderful!! I just can't wait to kiss his chubby cheeks!

Happy Mondays!

Since Monday's normally suck, I thought I would write about things that make me happy!

1. Chocolate Ice Cream!! Mmm! On a cone!

2. Getting random envelopes in the mail (from Uncle R ;-) that have confetti from the Giants parade, that I wasn't able to attend, nor see on the TV! Gotta love uncle's with spare time!!

3. My baby furniture coming in WAY early!! *However, I really hope this isn't some sort of sign from God saying you should get ready cuz your man is coming soon.... eeeek!

4. My high chair arriving Tuesday - Thanks NONA!!!

5. A half way painted room for my new baby boy!

6. People smiling while at the ice cream store b/c they see your pregnant!! *Seriously, it is kind of funny, but also weird.

7. Hubs being around to eat dinner with me tonight

8. Valentines day comin up! Lobster Risotto... here I come!

9. Extenstions being removed and a sassy new haircut to follow!

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10. My 2nd baby shower being this weekend! And I get to wear my hot new dress, plus get a mani/pedi.

It just doesn't get much better than this folks!

Happy Birthday Mochachino!!

I just got a call from my vet saying it is MochaChino's birthday. My little puppy is getting old :) Here are some pics of his long life so far....

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On a seperate note....

The nursery is coming along :) I am so excited! We bought the paint yesterday and we are getting rid of the ugly as we speak!! It's making Progress!!

Step 1: Remove ugly Bob Ross flowered border, from fugly yellow wall

Step 2: Have hubs climb ladder and do most of the work

Step 3: Start PAINTING!!

30 Weeks Pregnant!

*W/ Brady

*Pre Brady*

Holy Schmole! Only 7 weeks and my little man will be fully ready to enter this world. Let's hope he stays in there that long :D He may have other plans!

Your baby's about 15.7 inches long now, and he weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds him, but that volume will decrease as hegets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. His eyesight continues to develop, though it's not very keen; even after he's born, he'll keep his eyes closed for a good part of the day. When he does open them, he'll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means he can only make out objects a few inches from her face. (Normal adult vision is 20/20.)

I simply cannot believe that he is almost here. My little man :) In one week I have my 2nd shower, so I will be sure to post pics. Also, I am going to post pics of the nursery progress :)

Ciao! Happy Friday!

Pre-Term Panic!!

Yesterday was a normal day. I woke up, worked a little, had lunch with one of my best friends and her adorable baby, Gayson!! Then, we went to Babies R Us to go match the wall color to the bedding when I felt the twinge of pain.

I really didn't think anything of it. I knew Braxton Hicks were very common at this stage in pregnancy, so I pretty much just went about my day. I went to the store, came home and was wrapping a present when I realized, maybe there was something more to this?

Hubs was, of course, not here, and no where close, so I called my dad. I told him the situation (that I was having Braxton hicks for 4 hours) and he told me to call the doc ASAP. That that was not something normal and I needed to let the doc know. Hmmm, I thought. Ok that is a little scary.

As I got on the phone with the nurse she asked me some normal questions
What did it feel like? How long? And how far apart are they? Well, I hadn't been timing them because I really thought it was nothing. So after her "analysis" she told me I had to head to the hospital. At this point, I really started freaking out. Was I going to have to drive myself? Oh My God, is Brady ok? Aaaahhhh!

I called my dad back and he said he would meet me there, he was a good hour away with traffic. Then I called my friends and luckily Michelle talked me down from my hysteria! I drove to the hospital and arrived in Labor and Delivery.

As they walked me back there, all I could feel was this tightening pain, and now it was coming sooner and sooner. I was such an emotional wreck, because hubs couldn't hold my hand, I just started crying the moment the nurse took me into the room. I have to say between friends showing up, my dad being there, and the AMAZING nurses to calm me down, things seemed to be getting better. Unfortunately, the monitor was telling them I was having contractions every 2 minutes.

They did a pee test, a heart rate test and a Q-tip test. All of the tests were negative. I was not dialated, I was not dehydrated (a common problem with women in Texas - although it normally occurs when it is hot outside- yesterday was 45 degrees) and everything looked normal, I was just having contractions.

After sitting there for a good hour, the nurse came back in and said the contractions were down to 10 - 12 min and it looked like they were stopping. They discharged me and my dad and baby bro all went out to dinner. During dinner, however, they didn't stop. They were coming every 3-5 min. My dad said, we had to head back to the hospital.

I was re-admitted late last night and they said they wanted to observe me overnight. I got hooked up to all the monitors again and after watching contractions, they decided to give me a shot that would stop them. That shot sucked! It made me feel shaky and antzy. It was 12:30 am and there was no way I was going to be able to sleep with that stuff, so the nurse asked if she could give me some ambien. I told her the smallest dose and ONLY if baby was not going to be affected. She assured me he would be fine, and I took the pill.

I got about 4 hours of sleep before my OB arrived to let me know, it was just Braxton Hicks and that we have "at least" 2 weeks before my man arrives. If that was supposed to make me feel better, it sure didn't. I have at least 7 weeks before I am full term. Anyway, he told me to stay off my feet and pretty much be on bed rest today and to take it easy.

As of right now they think it was Braxton Hicks, but they don't know. The main thing is Brady is fine and I am not dialated.

Thanks for all the prayers. Brady and I could sure use 'em!

Anesthesia Anyone?

So on Friday, I took my mom to her first colonoscopy. She turned the big 5-0 this year, so it comes with the territory. Since I have the worst stomach ever! I have already had 5, and before going, I reassured her it was going to be a nice nap and nothing more :)

Little did I know, when she was rolled out of the room, that she was going to be a freaking comedian!

As they called my name, I proceeded back into PACU (post anesthesia care unit) where she was lying on her side, sound alseep. The RN came in and asked her to wake up, and stay on her side. She, for some unknown reason, did not want to stay on her side and asked the RN (in the groggiest of voices)
"W....h...y....?"
"Well, we need you to focus on passing gas," said the RN
"W...h...y?" said Mom.

*The nurse informs me to not answer her or talk to her, because she won't have any memory*

As she closed her eyes, she falls back into a deep sleep. Then she turns to me and says
"Is it over???" With her eyes all glossed over from the medicine.
"Yeah Mom, your all done, easy breezy, like I said."

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she starts singing Alice Cooper.

"Schoooooolz out for summer, bah dan dah dun dun (just picture her playing air drums on her hospital bed) Schooooolz out for-evah!!!! bah dan dah dun dun."
Now, when I say she was singing, this was not some soft little whisper, the woman was belting it out. I start laughing so hard I was crying and the next thing I know, she turns to me and says "Are the papparazzi waiting outside for me, because they need to wait" (More slurred words are spoken here) and then she says, make sure they get my good side!"

At this point I am practically rolling on the floor. What is this woman talking about? Papparazzi, singing? This is NOT my mom. My mom is the quiet one in the corner reading a book. She swims on a regular basis and loves to kayak (all things you do on your own!) Where did this alternate "rock star" personality come from?

Then she turns to the RN and says... "You kinow.... I am going... on TOUR!"
"Uh-huh" says the RN
"With Led Zeppelin - we go on tour next week, Wemebley Stadium!" Mom says profoundly.
I try and jump in here to tell her she isn't going on tour, Led Zeppelin is going on tour.
She turns to me with glass filled eyes... "NO! I'M going on tour!"
"Ok Mom... sshhhh! Go to sleep"

And with that, she finally drifts back into La La land.

The RN sits her up and keeps telling her to stay awake, which really isn't working at all. The poor woman keeps drifiting in and out of delusion.... when finally.

She farts!! She farted so loud she startled herself! She starts mumbling..."what they didn't tell you, was that they inadvertantly put a mexican jumping bean in my stomach..." and with perfect comediac timing.... "On a steeeeck."

If you don't know the "On a stick" thing. Click here.

After that comedy show, I really didn't think it could get any better, until today... she calls me, pissed off because they RN said she couldn't do strennious activity for 7 days.

"7 Days? What kinda shit is that? I am going dog sledding today?" She says
"Your what???"
"Well, I am flying up to Colorado and my girlfriend and I are going snowboarding and dog sledding."

OH my gosh! If it isn't one thing, it sure is another! First seranading the other PACU patients with Alice Cooper, then talking about "On a steeck" to dog sledding in Colorado. What would we do without moms.

Have a happy Wednesday!!

2 posts today?

I have all three animals schnuggled on the couch, my dishwasher is running, I am eating a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios (with soymilk) and I am re-watching the super bowl. I am officially pathetic.

Wish hubs would come home :(

Super Tuesday!

Well folks, it is Super Tuesday, and since I have no real interest in blogging about politics, I thought I would write somet things down that are Super and really Not So Super.

Super: We started decorating the nursery
Not So Super: We are only at the removal of fugly wallpaper. Seriously, the wallpaper reminds me of Bob Ross and Happy Trees. There are flowers and it is yellow. Enough said.

Super: It was 85 degrees outside yesterday
Not So Super: My sugar was screwed up so I couldn't drive my convertible because I couldn't see straight

Super: Went and saw the doc and Mr Brady is fine and dandy in there. Not to mention I get a bonus sonogram on the 18th, just because!
Not So Super: My sugar still sucks and I still have to watch my diet

Super: Today it is raining. MMM... I love rainy days inside.
Not So Super: Hubs had to wake up at 4am for a meeting and he won't be here to celebrate the rain with me.

Anything super or not so super about your Tuesday?

We Are the Champions....

We ARE the Champions (sing it with me now.) NO time for losing, cuz we are the Champions.... OF THE WORLD!!!

Can you believe it? That was a brilliant game. And let me just say... D-A-V-I-D -T-Y-R-E-E, You, my friend, are my hero! That catch after Eli got out of that pile of Pats... simply AMAZING!!

And if my dear freader, JulieQ, is reading this blog. I wish you luck on your next adventure ;p No humble pie here :D

Are you Ready for some Football!!!

Today my G-Men take on the Pats in the 42nd annual SUPERBOWL! Go G-men!!!

Not Guilty?

Are you joking?? Wesley Snipes was found not guilty on federal tax evasion charges. He did, however, get convicted of 3 misdemenor charges for failure to file taxes. DUH! What a crock! The man files no taxes for 5 years, gets a slap on the wrist and now heads to tax court to see what (if any) of the 16 million he needs to pay in back taxes.

I seriously can't believe it. I don't understand how someone in this country can plead such a stupid defense (back me up here CDP!) and get away with it?

I am utterly dumb founded. I hope they charge him 16 million plus interest!! I also hope, every yahoo in America doesn't watch this and think they don't have to make taxes because they only made 26k and Wesley Snipes made 38 Million. UGH! I am so irratated!

Any explanations?

Wesley Snipes....

Possibly the dumbest criminal in ALL of times!!

If you haven't heard, the real story is here.

The shorter version is Wesley Snipes (about 5yrs ago) hooked up with this guy named Eddie Kahn. Somehow, Eddie Kahn convinced Mr Snipes that code 867 in the tax law states that all income made outside the US has to be taxed, which Mr Kahn believes that all income made WITHIN the US is exempt from Taxes. Pretty much Kahn told Snipes that paying taxes was voluntary... and here is the kicker. The freaking idiot believed it.

Wesley Snipes earned 38 million dollars and didn't pay one freaking dime to the IRS! SO... the IRS said, we're taking your ass to trial! SO... Mr Snipes is now on trial (defending himself) for tax evasion.

His Defense: I didn't know this was illegal. I'm sorry... WHAT??? Ever heard of Al Capone? They couldn't convict him for murder but they sure as hell got 'em on Tax Evasion. Stupid idiot!

So stupid. Tell me what you think? The Government wants to put him in jail for 6 years, and at this point I say do it! My problem is (which I got off court tv) is IF (IF) the government loses, every joe schmoe in the US is going to think taxes are voluntary. I say, throw him in jail and make a good example out of him!