Texas Again

UGH! Kyle left town again today. It blows. You know how sometimes you look forward to your spouse leaving if only because you can go to sleep at 7 PM and not feel guilty? Well, I thought maybe it would be a good time to catch up on sleep and laundry. He's been gone about 8 hours and I just want him to come home!! Because he's in Texas the latest we talk at night is 7 or 8. Then I have till I fall asleep to remember that I'm lonely and don't get to cuddle him. If ever you forget how much you love your spouse, just send them out of town. It will quickly remind you.

13

Being pregnant for the third time is very different than being pregnant with a first or even second child. For one thing, I barely notice the weeks tick by. I know I am 22 weeks pregnant, or a nice round 5 months, but that doesn't really concern me a whole lot. Levi will come out when he's good and cooked. No, I don't count in weeks anymore... I count in pounds.
13 pounds so far.
There is a way to figure out if I'm on track or gaining too much weight. For the first 1-12 weeks you're supposed to gain between 0 and 5 pounds. Starting at 13 weeks you can gain a pound a week and still be optimistic. According to this I could be 14 pounds and still not call myself out of control. YAY!!!! 1 pound under is still a win!
Sure, I'm not the lightest pregnant woman on the face of the earth... I am on track to hit the top of the weight requirements. It's still an improvement! Having gained 40 pounds back to back for Adam and Caleb, I know I can safely go all the way up to 175 before adding tiger stripes to my already decorated hide. Mind you... I don't intend to get up there...
On a related note, I watched Kendra last night. She's one of Hugh Hefner's ex-girlfriends. She moved out, got her own show, got married and had a baby. Last night she was sad about her weight and got depressed about how much she is still carrying from her baby. She talked about wanting to be sexy for her husband and such. It was so sad! I'm not gonna lie, my face leaked just a wee bit. I know it's silly, but I totally feel her pain. Your spouse can tell you you're hot all they want... you've seen the changes, and they are not for the best! (small exception is the great baby feeders sprouting from your chest.)
I love my kids. And I love baby making. (Practicing, growing them, feeling them kick, the whole works!) But sometimes it's freaking hard! Why do I have to be ugly just to have a baby?!?!
I could deal with the big belly. But really now! The fat arms, the ankle-less legs, the teenager skin? Is ALL of it necessary?

Daylight Savings

Daylight Savings is hard on a little dude. Great for parents... hard for kids. Our boys have been waking up consistently at 6:30 AM the past 2 or so weeks. Daylight Savings is gonna put them right and give me my extra sleep. Hooray!
This picture is after church yesterday. Caleb has a hard time on Sundays since church moved to 1. It is right during nap time. Occasionally he falls asleep in nursery, either on someone's lap or just on the floor.
After church, Adam came upstairs to watch TV with me and fell asleep in 2 minutes. I texted Kyle cause it was so rare that it made us laugh. He asked "Do you have Teens too?" (Caleb is teens BTW. Sort of an ironic ode to his cheeks.) I said, "No! I thought you had him!" This is how we found him. I honestly am not sure how he is balancing . He seems to be more off the chair than on it.

Taxes Part Deux

So, I finally sat down to finish my taxes today. I had everything. Kyle had a few forms from work that took me a while to get my hands on and I had a form at my parent's house that I couldn't seem to remember to get whenever I was over there.
Here it was, all together, for my taxing delight (or misery) I sit down, put in all the information, and send it away to the evil minions of the IRS.
I call Kyle and tell him about our refund. He says "why did it go down? You had already entered the forms I sent you."
OOPS
From filing to amending in less than an hour... this is why I HATE taxes!

PICTURES!!!

I know I haven't posted pictures in a long freaking time. This is today with their cousins at Wendys and Fairytale town.

They posted backwards. This is the end of the day. They are lined up so that I could put them in the car one at a time, in hopes of reducing the chance someone will become roadkill. It seems to work.
Adam and Andie were best friends for the first year of their life. Andie moved away, but it's never really changed their friendship when they are together. They walked around Fairytale Town holding hands almost the whole time. I told them to put their arms around each other for a picture. I thought it was kind of cute the way Andie did it.
...Until she was strangling Adam. =)
Peyton was also with us, but she was in line getting food at the time of this picture. This is almost all the cousins in my family. Eva wasn't able to come. Parker will be born in a matter of days and Levi (what we are naming our son) will be here in July.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures. Sorry I don't post them more often. I kind of like writing better. Plus my camera battery was dead and I'm lazy. These pictures are to prove that I am doing my resolutions. Fairytale Town is one big park. I rock.

Adam

Just when you thought it could not get worse than your well going dry on the 4th of July!

Adam caught it. Whatever "it" is, "it" is ruining my life and my sheets! Adam hasn't kept any food down since lunch yesterday. I thought he'd already been sick. He had the runny nose crusty eyes thing. Apparently that was just the warm up act. *sigh*

I know this is sort of a downer to blog about, but it's consuming my life at the moment so it's this or nothing. =)

I'm sick of being sick!

Thursday was the beginning. I found that if I thought about any single part of my body, it either hurt or didn't feel good. For instance: my throat hurt, my head hurt, I was nauseous (Stomach?), my back (tailbone area) was killing me... If I focused hard enough on my fingers I'm pretty sure I would have found something wrong with them. We have a girl's night type thing here at my house every Thursday. Well, it started as girl's night. Now it's girls-and-if-you-have-a-spouse-close-by-bring-him-on-in night. I started feeling so icky that I wanted people to go home. I NEVER want people to go home. I love having girls/whatever night at my house every week.
Friday I wasn't really better or worse. The day started off fine, but as my fatigue increased, so did my discomfort.
Saturday was awful. I haven't been sick enough to throw up in at least a month, so I was shocked to be this nauseous. First went the poptarts. Next the soup. Then cookies and milk (at 3 in the morning, I might add). Lastly, the water and clementine that I had tried to eat for breakfast on Sunday.
Sunday, as I already mentioned, lost my clementine. Needless to say, we did not make it to church.
The worst part of my personal sickness, was that Kyle was sick this whole time too! He got a flu that made his sinuses clog up so bad he could barely stand to move his head. So, besides not being able to take care of myself, he and I had to take turns trying to take care of each other. Saturday morning I got up and made him breakfast in bed and stayed up with the boys so he could sleep. Sunday I laid on the couch next to my poor baby the entire day while he took care of the boys and trying to feed me.
WHAT A NIGHTMARE! As a piece of advice to anyone out there who reads this: If you are planning on getting sick, make sure your spouse isn't going to be out of commission at the same time, particularly if you have kids. Talk about the blind leading the blind!