How Many Seeds Did I Actually Swallow?

33 weeks today… And GROWING!

The past few days this little dude inside me has been breaking dancing, karate chopping, headbutting, you name it, my insides. I walk anywhere and he seems to try his hardest to push his head out and say hello. Hopefully he will be this helpful when labor time does come!!! :)))

Tomorrow we will be given the opportunity to see him again at the hospital that is rated “Baby Friendly”! While it’s not seeing him in person yet, that time will come soon, it’ll be great to have a looksy at him! 🙂 The first visit there seriously reminded me of an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, residents, friendly manners and so on. I did feel a lot better there than any of the other 2 hospitals I have been to!

Sleep has become a battle with the belly and little man inside. One wrong move and he let’s me know I need to get back to the comfy spot he was in even if it feels like my back is twisted into odd positions. Pillows are not as anodyne as they once were, and flipping the bed has brought me some comfort but seems to only hurt the hubby now. It has officially reached that uncomfortable stage of the pregnancy…. Yet I catch myself holding my belly, petting my belly, and yes, even poking at my belly to feel him show off his moves. Every time I poke and prod at him the hubby scolds me telling me to leave the kid alone… LOL.Not to worry though, he pays me back 10 fold ALL-DAY-LONG. 😉



(This says it all perfectly)

It seems that shortly after he left parts of the house has said to hell with me, the cars, the dogs, and at points the man-child. Yesterday was the last straw and I broke down into tears. It doesn’t help being pregnant, emotional, sick, stressed, and just downright tired. My motto with him and dealing with literally everything has been “I got this”. Yesterday, I had it but felt like it was always something coming up each and every darn week. Ok while looking back it really wasn’t thaaaaaaaat big of a deal but so many things boiled up that I broke. Here is just yesterday alone: Woke up with more tissue on the floor than I had recalled using the night before, hard night of little sleep, but got up early and baked the pumpkin pie. Got Jake and myself ready. rushed out the door “almost” forgetting the pie, rushed back in and got it, dropped our boy off at school, and while going to work had the engine light come on (no biggie, needs oil change and tune up) followed by the tire light (damn……)

Portrait of Happy Family In Park

(Mind you this happened last week in my truck and turned out to be a punctured tire). Well no time to deal with it, rush into work. Go check the tires, they all seem good, (maybe it was just the dramatic change in weather over the weekend). Drive to my buddy’s work to get my comp from him, drive back to work, park, annnnnnnd…… The damn key won’t come out of the ignition. Push, pull, make sure it’s in park, nothing. FFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!! Go upstairs to my office explain the situation and take it to the hobby shop on base. One of the guys that I have worked with before with our work vehicles comes out and fixes it in minutes. (Instert more tears) Turns out the hubby’s unknown strength and breaking part of his center console became wedged and wasn’t allowing it to hit the sensor in park to release the keys. UGGG! Thank the mechanic and go to leave. Use all my strength to basically break it more to get the shifter to move and drive straight home. Slam it in park, lock the doors and grab my truck. D-U-N with the Jeep. Go back to work, get off work and pick up Jake. Go home to an awfully warm house….. WTF?!?!

I left the oven ON all day!!!! Thank the Good Lord nothing bad happened! Scold myself for being so darn forgetful, make Jake a quick dinner, get him dressed and ready and then off we go with his buddy and mommy and baby brother to go Trick or Treating. That was actually calming. 🙂 Home, Jake counted his candy, shower and scooted him off to bed. Watched my TiVo’d Homeland and then off to bed with myself. Yea, about summed it up. Good part during the day was the hubby called and I got to tell him how his Jeep is going off a cliff and we are getting him a new vehicle, of his choice, next year (no arguments there and he’s pretty excited about it). LOL Woooooooo weeeeee.

So far while he’s been gone: master bathroom turned into an indoor pool (hot water line under the sink came off in the middle of the night) and soaked through carpeting and the cement foundation which caused me to have to move furniture and tear out all the carpet padding underneath, dishwasher took a major dump and had to have that replaced, truck tire was punctured by some “road hazard”, Jake started talking back a lot more at school (that has finally been nipped in the butt), one of the bills under his name is wrong and I can’t change it without him, me coming down with strep throat (really, haven’t had that in at least a decade or more!), Jake and I both being sick, then there is general maintenance, doctor’s appointments etc etc. I look back and wonder how I did it all before him? LOL Weird how easily I fell right into a routine with us, and I’ll say this, it sucks having that gone right now. I miss him in more ways than one. :p

Ok so, I would like to state that I am not complaining about it all I am just saying how crazy it all was and has been/continues to be and what topped everything off with a tearful, pregnancy induced emotional breakdown. :p I am glad that since he can’t be here he at least gives me a whole lot of emotional support and makes me crack up laughing with some of the things he sees and experiences. 🙂 Yes it could always be worse! I am definitely looking forward to him coming home!!! Less than 50 days, YAY!!!

When mommy is sick…. The world as we know it ends.

I am one of those girls that can catch a bug at the drop of a hat. You would think having worked with children before my immune system would be All Mighty and Powerful, I wish. And now with being prego my body is working full throttle with very small rubber pads for brakes. While being sick (and hubby deployed) I am left as the go to fun person in the house, my work still needs to be attended to (even though they send me home because I look and sound awful), house cleanings still need to take place (even more so with germs being spread throughout), and REST needs to take place (easier said than done). The second I stat feeling the slightest bit better I’m up and running full sprint, only to have an absolute total cataclysmic disaster of fever, chills, nose and eyes running/watering seconds after I took off to complete one of a hundred taskers on my daily to-do list.

Weekend sickness is by far the worse. Mommy play with me, mommy, I want to go out and play, mommy, mommy, mommy…. All the while I am stuffing tissues up my nostrils to prevent any leakage while trying to prepare something quick, easy and edible for the man-child to eat. So I take him out and run a few errands at the same time and then pay for it dearly with lack of sleep due to not being able to breathe. The cycle starts again Sunday. Monday comes and it is off to school and off to work for me, finish up the major taskers for classes, update the database and excuse myself to my warm comfy bed. Toss and turn, sweat, go through an entire tissue box, be woken up by the plumber who I’d forgotten was coming to install the new dishwasher, lay on couch while installation takes place, pick up man-child from day-care, come home and realize I should clean my bedding, feed and get the boy to bed, and wait for bedding to to dry….. Put it on, stuff tissue up one nostril and attempt to sleep. Tuesday (today) wake up with another large pile of well used tissues on the floor beside the bed, get Jake up for school only to hear sneezing, coughing and see that look of sunken eyes and pale face. No school for the sick boy, no work for the sick mommy. We enjoyed a cup of warm tea together, gave him some meds, went over his math problems and reading book, and he laid himself down to relax. But like mommy, the second he started feeling better he’s asking to go do this and that, and that and this…. LOL. That lasted all about an hour until he started sneezing more. Now he’s relaxing again, as I should be, and as I will be here as soon as I get him fed.

Baby B is doing well. I was able to listen to it’s heart beat (153) on Friday when they told me I have strep throat…. If it is not one thing it is another. Yet each of the battles are always overcome and am so thankful that I still get to hear from my hubby as often as I do during his deployment. Less than 60 days and he “should” be home! Crossing my fingers and coming up with different ideas for a Welcome Home sign for little man and I to make here at home :))

Married with child & ONE on the way!


It has been 26 days since we said I do along the Carolina shoreline….. An amazing, wonderful, fast paced day. My father made it in around 11pm the night before from California, the most special portion of the ceremony a young woman could ask for is to have her father give her away. An experience I never had previously. Tears of joy filled my eyes as I walked barefoot down the sandy path; it took all I had to not let the tears pour out. Standing there staring into my soon to be husbands eyes, surrounded by our family and friends, (my mother on video conference attending from California), everything came together so perfectly…. Our special sand ceremony that included our 7 year old son, joining us all together as a family, was a unique addition to our ceremony that was special for just the three of us. Alex’s parents providing us with a lovely spiritual blessing that again brought more tears to my eyes.And once the ceremony was over, pictures galore (aside from the ceremony) went underway along with a race to ocean! 🙂


It was wonderful to be there for my dad’s first time ever in the Atlantic ocean too and him coming together with a long lost friend that he hadn’t seen since I was only months old!! 🙂 SO much happiness, meetings of extended family, spending time with friends and family, and our little man thoroughly enjoying himself with the water, sand dunes, and coming up with different ideas of photographs (if he can’t take the pictures he’ll direct which way he wants to be photographed, lol).

After this we made our way to a local diner that is one of my all time favs out here, Chef’s 105. Dinner was beyond yummy and desert was amazing!!! A little bit of wine was consumed, less than a half glass, and then soda was added to my glass so I didn’t feel left out… LOL. 🙂

(2 weeks before the wedding we found out we were expecting Baby B, my biggest fear was not fitting into the absolutely gorgeous dress that I had just bought that fit perfectly right off the rack!) 🙂 But as the good Lord would have it, everything went smoothly, and the dress was unzipped after dinner on the way to the hotel. lol 🙂 Fortunately enough I have only gained 2 pounds… However, the expanding process (bloating and swelling) of the chest area and a little bit of the tummy area has become further pronounced at 11 1/2 weeks more so than they did when I was prego with Jake. Testing’s have gone well, and having to inject myself with a blood thinner daily has been a little easier than I thought it would be, with the wonderful help of ice of course. Now it is just a manner of not cutting myself or running into things (obtaining bruises). Mother of a 7 year old boy and owner of two large dogs, with a hubby who is deploying….. This part will be most challenging. Wrap myself in bubble wrap… lol. Doubt my employer would be too impressed with that and our son would enjoy that too much, finding different ways to pop as many at one time… So it will have to be a continuation of practice on my ninja skills. :))

Well, was side tracked a bit there, that does tend to happen often with me, as you may have already noticed. Sooooo, the wedding and dinner after was amazing. The following afternoon the 3 1/2 of us and Alex’s family headed out to a location that we had all never been to before. Asheville. Visited the Biltmore Estate, which was pretty but so very hot indoors with After, we all caught our breath and refueled at Panera Bread, one of Alex’s and now Jacob’s favorite places to eat! From there off we went to Sliding Rock! Can you say cold?!? How cold? ICE COLD!!! But so much fun, daddy went with Jake twice and I did also….. Jake would have stayed and kept doing so until it was too dark to see had we not told him we were going to the waterfall next. 🙂 Even that was freezing… I stayed back and practiced my photography skills, which I’m better at with nature shots because nature doesn’t move, than with people who twitch, blink, or just move in general!  🙂 FUN FUN!!!! It was great spending time with my and Jacob’s new family members. The following morning, we drove home in the pouring rain…

Since then it has been a whirlwind month. Jacob’s 7th birthday, his party with friends and family, work, Alex getting ready to leave, Alex being told he’s leaving the week before he deploys for “special work” out of country and returning for a couple days before leaving for months, more work, doctor’s visits to hear the baby’s heart beat and have ultrasounds done (including an ER visit that I could punch the lady in the face for what she “decided” the issue was), cleaning house, homework with the man-child, figuring out finances to have everything paid off (but the house and 2 cars) before April next year, getting the to-do-list together for the Chevelle, finishing a few more items on the house to-do-list…. If it were not for lists, our lives would be in uproar!

Now to try and finish up a few more “chores” before the hubby comes home in 2 days so we can go out and have fun this last weekend together for the next few months!!! :))))

Irene & Her Evil Winds

3 days after the hurricane and everyone 80 miles west of the coast felt it, maybe even further. Preparations were made with intense house cleaning, full bathtub of water, gallons a water set aside, fridge turned all the way down to freezing, candles set out, maglight flashlights with new batteries, and a truck that can have small appliances plugged into it for cooking. Friday evening we were craving ice cream… Lo and Behold Walmart was still open and A braved the stormy weather to obtain chocolate chip ice cream which our son and I thoroughly enjoyed as desert that evening and breakfast the next morning. 🙂 

Yea, I’m an awesome mommy who cannot stand the fact of good ice cream ever going to waste. 🙂 Saturday around 2am I woke up to what felt like a steam room. Power outage, Irene had arrived. In and out of sleep until the morning, opened up some windows and let the storm’s wind cool the house. Played battleship, napped while the boys watched a movie on the portable DVD player, read, and then A needed to play in the storm, hmmmm… Really 80 mph winds and you want to go work out? Ooook…. So I did what any good wife would do, I sat and watched while calling out the workouts based off of a full (including jokers) deck of playing cards. So, 54 different workouts, each consisting of its own workout based off the suit of the card (burpees, pushups, mountain climbers, air squats), number is for reps and face cards are 11,12,13, Ace 400meter run, Jokers- any random workout one that consisted of puddle push-ups ALL with his flak jacket on with sappy plates…. Recordings of this was definitely done, however he mooned the camera and can’t post it. lol. This took a little under an hour of the day and come to find out was done during/after the eye of the storm., his drug. 🙂

Done with the Hurricane Workout

A then played star wars battles against J (our son’s favorite indoor playtime activity). We needed to get out of the house and everything had calmed down for the most part, just some wind. So we went out for a drive. Mommy needed out of the house. Assessed damages off base (base at that time was shut down unless you lived on base). Electricity was still off, everywhere. Flooding is always a problem around here, and trees were broken over power lines in roads, debris everywhere…

Not much else to see so home we went. J’s dinner was chicken noodle soup cooked in a rice cooker, one of his favorites that he happily scarffed down. The heat made me not so hungry… Cannot really remember what we ate, or if I even ate. 730-8pm, J’s bed time dark enough outside to get him to sleep earlier. Sit in living room, read by candlelight. 9 decide to take it to the bedroom, read a little longer, and then pass out.

Wake up first thing the next morning eat cereal for breakfast, (quickly grabbing the milk and slamming the fridge door shut), make coffee in the back of the truck then get ready and out the door- 8am. To the base to assess damage for A’s work. Shocked by the amount of trees that are gone… Nature can be a scary motha…. Cell phone service during all this and until yesterday Monday was little to none except in certain places throughout the city. After base we went toward the beach. Negative: Atlantic’s bridge was closed except to those with a pass. So was Emerald Isles. Me: I so badly wanted to get out there to explore. No luck. Go to Lowe’s pick up items needed to fix the gate, fence, and 2-4 missing shingles. Come home, nap. A fixed the gate and the fallen fence panel. POWER!!!!! Yes, sweet merciful power has been restored! 2pm Sunday. Grab the vacuum and get to cleaning. 4pm- needed to get out of the house and EI’s bridge is open. To the BEACH!!! Again, tons of debris, but really no major (noticeable) damage to the beach front homes. Amazing. Clear. Hot. Many broken shells, yet managed to find a cargo pocket full of great whole ones. A continues to make fun of me collecting shells and states how glad he is we do not live at the beach, as our house would be made of shells… 🙂 I add a few more to his cargo pocket. 😉

J runs in and out of the water, finds clams, finds a star fish and throws it back in the ocean, and both my guys find a huge, dead, horse shoe crab. Tires were seen often, to include many that had obviously been out there for awhile.


As Grandpa Ed said that someone has probably already made the t-shirts, We Survived Irene….  As A said, we made it through our first hurricane together without killing each other, we can survive anything. :)) 3 more days until the wedding. Must get J’s shirt, get the dogs in the kennel for the weekend while we head to the mountains, and call and add a few more people to our dinner party!

Sidenote: Yes this was all done without a smoke… 16 days no cigs and growing stronger!

Every Pregnancy Is Different….. Ya, NO KIDDING!

I love the feeling of baby Mikey growing inside of me, tossing, turning, kicking, but not so much when it seems like he wraps his little toes around my upper ribs to the point that I think I have either a huge cramp or have just been punched under the boob and received a cracked rib….. Owwwweeee!!! Then there is this daily shot in the belly of blood thinners that I must take as a preventative measure against blood clots…. Not something I had to deal with during my previous pregnancy. Now to add to it I have been told I have gestational diabetes. Really? How? I didn’t start the pregnancy out being over weight, I have not gained a whole lot of weight (currently only 21 lbs gained when it would normally range anywhere between 25-35 from what I have read), I have never had high blood pressure, and I’ve never given birth to baby over 9lbs, though Jake came close. But then it says causes of it can be: if you’re over 25… Damn got me there.. Have had unexplained miscarriage, yep got me there too, twice documented. And family history of diabetes, guess what I found out yesterday… 1 Aunt, 1 Uncle, has it and Grandma use to….

Ffffffff…… I of course immediately started doing research on it….. And in no way did that help subside my worries or fears…. Possibility of getting type 2 later on in life, possibility of the baby being born with it or getting it later in his life, possibility of large birth weight and/or obesity later in life, possibility of him having low blood sugar levels, and the the part that made me break down in tears, possibility of newborn death or still birth……….. Air exits lungs, tears roll, and cry out my concerns and fears to my loving husband…. This little man is what I have wanted for so very long and the possibility of that being taken away….. No, I won’t allow it, so begins the cycle of watching everything I consume, which is actually going to be easier than I thought since my hubby does so for fun for his workouts. He has decided that he will be my dietitian. Ehhhh, grrrrreeeeeaaatttt….

I have been told at least I do not have take an insulin shot. I have to monitor what I eat (diet while pregnant? Seriously?) and track my blood sugar levels. Day 1 morning before breakfast blood sugar: 86, good it should be below 100, an hour after breakfast, 151… Damn it should be at 130 or lower…. A bowl of cereal in milk and 2 bites of the hubby’s eggs and a 151???? This is my normal/typical breakfast…. :-/ Mid morning snack (at this point I’m starving, feeling nauseous, weak, and sleepy) consisted of nuts, a cup of coffee (with little creamer, no sugar), yogurt, and a sliver slice of coconut cake from a co-workers birthday. Lunch: a small cup of yummy pasta salad, 1 kiwi, and some sliced up chicken breasts dipped in ranch. Not so bad, but I still felt hungry…. An hour after lunch, blood sugar was at 98, YAY!!!! But then again…. Feeling a bit woozy…. Need more food! Afternoon snack 1 grapefruit, 2 nature valley granola bars. At home snack, cherry tomatoes dipped in ranch and a slice of cheese. Dinner: fettuccine, kielbasa, and green beans. An hour after dinner blood sugar was at 109!!! Awesome!!!! :)))

What I need to do is find and buy some fresh yummy veggies to snack on throughout the day… I can have as many veggies as I’d like, which is good but not exactly my craving…. My craving has revolved around fruits and baked potatoes…. When I was preggers with Jake I craved veggies though, can you make yourself crave something and be satisfied with it??? LOL like it is here

Sleep has been good, it is even better during the day on the weekends though…. Evenings are spent sleeping and waking every 2-3 hours with a baby trying to make my blatter empty without my assistance. Sometimes it is easy to get right back to bed other times my mind wonders to the things that need to be done the following day or that week. Then there are those nights where dreams are so vivid that I wake up in a pool of sweat. Window being opened at night with the overhead fan on has become the best way for me to sleep nicely. The hubby doesn’t seem to like the cold too much though, and most of the covers have started ending up on his side forcing me to yank and pull at them to get some coverage. (Doesn’t matter how hot it is for me I have to have covers to sleep).

To be honest, with all that keeps “coming about” with this little miracle of ours, I will be so much happier when he comes into this world and we can make sure, in person, that he is taken care of and doing great…. Looking forward to holding him more and more as each day passes!