...and another thing

Just one more thing I can't eat:





It wern't purty.

Demotivation

So sleepy.

So tired.

So ready to be done being pregnant.

I can only hope that after baby dude makes his appearance, I have more energy.

For now, I am sloth.

Back In The Saddle...

So I'm getting back in the groove of blogging.




Yeah we'll see how well this works.






I even added tab at the top of my stupid computer screen that shortcuts right TO here! You'd think that'd inspire me to purge my thoughts into cyber space.

HA!

For anybody following. Pregnancy is still hunky dorey. Little boy is rockin' the womb, littelry, and I'm feeling decent most of the time.

Except for the stupid fact I can't eat:

Grapes




Lettuce




Pickles




Green Peppers




Potato Skins




ANYTHING that is hard to digest.

However unlimited amounts of THIS crap is acceptable...












What in the world.




Me thinks that my future of getting back on the weight loss bandwagon is going to be a difficult journey after the truck load of Cheetos I've eaten.

I Am Not a Chef

Recently on Facebook a friend of mine suggested I should try to get on the show "Chopped".

I am not a chef.

I have never claimed to be a chef.

After a conversation with another friend we both agreed that putting good food on a plate and having people enjoy it, is enough for us.

Being able to admit that we know not everything and yet having those special few people we call when we need a cooking question answered is a huge thing for us.

I am lucky enough to have 2 chefs in my family. Trained, schooled Chefs, not just people who cook well and "claim" to be a chef.

I also have a friend who is a baking queen and can pretty much answer almost any baking question.

I just want to say Bravo to those of you who are Chefs... I apprecaite you, all you do, the hard work you put in, and I would never claim to be one of you... I wouldn't want to be. Mainly because I'd pay money for schooling and then have to work a job to pay off my debt. Both of which would take me away from my kids.

Thank you very much, but I'll experiement here and there, and still never be able to compete with my children's love for the blue box mac and cheese with hot dogs and corn.

Springtime

Me thinks the Groundhog was mistaken.

Last year, at this very time, I was outside with my children, snapping pictures of them playing in the yard with only sweatshirts for warmth. The ground was no longer mucky, they could play on their big plastic bicycles, they could dig in the dirt.

This year however, it is too chilly for said activities.

Not really, we were outside yesterday. But the whole no mucky and digging in the dirt will have to wait.

I still have snow bordering my lawn and what's left of the igloo is mucky and slick.

I think that the groundhog should be sued, or at the very least, his handlers.

Pregnancy

For anybody remotely following me here in cyberspace, you may have recalled that I am pregnant.

Yeah, I have yet another munchkin kicking my spleen.

I'm loving every minute of it.

But in all perfect honesty, there isnt' a day that goes by that I'm not worried.

I will be so ecstatic to hold a wriggling little bundle of joy and not worry on a daily basis if I will carry this child to term.

I lost a baby in September of '09

Shortly thereafter I watched the Movie "Up"

I will never watch that movie again.

It hit entirely too close to home.

I was about 1/3 of the way along when everything went to pot last time.

I'm over halfway now and I should be fine.

But inevitably.

Even though I'm not looking for it.

I hear stories of mother's losing thier babies late, in pregnancy.

I'm scared.

I'm overanalyzing every day when I haven't felt the baby go active for a while.

I know that I should be fine.

Every pregnancy is different

But this one scares me.

I have a Dr.'s appointment next Monday.

The following Monday I have another ultra sound to see if my low lying placenta has corrected itself.

I'm looking forward to seeing my little papoose invitro again.

But I'm even more looking forward to July 30th. :)

Letting Go

Today my sister in law is supposed to come and help me clean house.


This is a huge step for me.




I'm kind of controlling.




But with recent developments that include "restricted activities"




So sorry....





I can't do as much as I need to.


Also I have company coming next weekend I don't want them thinking I'm a slob.



I'm hoping to have my house somewhat in order by Wednesday.


But to top off the self pity I've been feeling...





The ants are back.




I mean seriously.






Why my My house be the one infested with ginormous carpenter ants.


I'm thinking of nuking the place.