7 years!

Yesterday Jeff and I celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. And by celebrate, I mean we hung out on the couch and watched tv. Isn't that so fucking romantic?

No, not romantic. But after 7 years, my heart still swells and aches with love for him. Isn't that romantic? He does the dishes after dinner because I get the most nausea at night...isn't that romance? Eh, maybe not romance but deep love, compassion and strength in our marriage.

p.s. I have a secret. I have been awfully bitchy to my poor husband. I am so moody and one morning I yelled at him because he sent a bottle of mustard home with the neighbors the night before. Didn't he know that I wanted a hotdog with mustard on it for breakfast? I lost my mind and threw a huge fit. Then one day he was teasing me when I asked him to help me bring in the groceries. He said something like, "you never help me when I go grocery shopping." and once again I lost my shit and went ballistic on him. oops! Sorry babe!

I am so irrationally hormonal and moody right now. I go from so happy to so pissed to so sad and back to happy again. The hormone monster is controlling me and sometimes I feel like I am outside of myself looking in. I am thankful though that I have been through this twice before and have returned to normal before. I know it's temporary. I also know that although it is not my fault...it is my responsibility to chill the fuck out. Bite my tongue and keep my perspective.

So I will try. No, I wont try...I will do. Okay, gotta run to watch the inauguration. :D

bitchfest

I am so fucking starving. My kids are hungry too and it is making Kimberly really bratty and in turn Kennen is crying every other minute because 'Kimmy is mean to me'. I ordered a pizza and it is taking forever. I'm so hungry I want to fall over. Jeff is on a business trip and my house is a pig sty. I can't believe I'm having a third kid.

Just had to get that off my chest. :S

Going green

In an effort to be 'green' (see how cool I am with my hip terms?) I am going to cloth diaper this kid. The unfortunate thing about this is that I doubt anyone else will attempt to change my baby's diaper. If you think about how many diapers get thrown away per child it really is pretty disgusting. Lets just say an average of 8 diapers a day for 3 years is 8760 diapers!!! Blech, I've added enough to diaper hill I think.

The last few days I have been perusing cloth diaper message boards (oh yes there is such a thing) and diapers are not what they used to be. They are really stinking (hee hee) cute! When the baby is itty bitty, I am going to get old school and use cloth prefolds and covers because they are so tiny that most fitted diapers are much to big. Yep, my baby will be rocking out baby Jesus style, like this (picture courtesy of www.greenmountaindiapers.com):
In an effort to keep myself and my furniture protected from pee and newborn explosive poop, I will cover the above Jesus style with something like this: It is cotton on the outside but the inside is plastic (PUL) and you can wipe it out and reuse it all day long without having to toss it in the washing machine. Very economical!


When the baby get a little more chub on them, then...THEN, Oh this is the exciting part! I will get to put the baby in this. It is called a pocket diaper and on the inside it has a pocket inside that you can stuff with either old prefold cloth diapers or the microfiber/hemp inserts that it comes with. You use it one time then wash it:


If I am feeling like it is a particularly fancy day, then I will use something like this:



And when I am breastfeeding for the twelfth time in one day, I will put the baby in this so I wont feel like the only cow in the room:

9 weeks 4 days

Dayum! I am showing waaaaaay earlier than i did with my last two pregnancies. I told Jeff that I'm gonna get huge...then I sat on him :D

I have finally achieved the ultimate Mommy status...

...That's right folks, I'm gonna be a soccer Mom. LOL!

My in laws had a great idea this year for their Hanukkah gifts for the kids. They offered to pay for a full year of some extra curricular activity for each child. I really tried to convince Kimberly to try out ballet but she pretty much just cried and said, "I don't know how to be a ballerina!" I explained that she would have a nice teacher to show her all the pretty steps and hand movements...and that she would get to wear lots and lots of pink! She would not budge though. Sigh...I guess she will never be Clara in the nutcracker.

She perked up though when I started talking about soccer! It fits her prerequisite of making sure I will be there during every practice and game. I told her, "Of course! I am going to bring a camp chair and a snack for you. Kennen will help me cheer you on!" She cautiously agreed and last night I officially signed her up. Then I really started thinking about how it's not just a thing to keep Kim busy...but it is going to be a fun thing for me too. I get to sit on the sidelines and make new friends. I will have the opportunity to whip up snacks for a big gaggle of kids. Kimberly will get invited to more birthday parties. I will have something to do on Saturday mornings since I'm pregnant now and no longer find myself hungover on the weekends.

Most importantly though, I can put a soccer decal on the back of my truck. I'm big time now.

Resolution

I have nothing this year that I want to make my new years resolution. Not because I don't have anything I can improve upon...but because I am lazy and I know I wont stick to it.

I could:
1. Catch up and stay caught up on laundry at all times. (yeah right)

2. Not yell at my husband anymore. (he likes it)

3. Not spend money. (I already don't spend money. Well unless you count groceries and Wii games)

One thing that is weighing on me is how fucking fat I feel. I went for a late night run for some Pho (vietnamese noodle house) and an adorable little asian woman was getting my order ready. She was very pregnant and had that 'I'm smuggling a basketball' look. She was very cute. She looked at my stomach and said, "Oh.....you pregnant too? How far along you are?"

me reluctantly, "I'm 8 weeks. BUTIT'SMYTHIRDBABY!"

her, "You only 8 weeks?" Then she giggled, "Rah rah rah rah rah! Sing-mae...come and look at her! She is only 8 weeks pregnant...look at her big belly!"

Sing-mae came around the counter and cakles, "Rah rah rah rah rah! You only 8 weeks?"

Ugh. I can't believe I still tipped her after she made me feel like a overgrown american cow.

Oh well. It was all worth it for the Pho Bo.

Happy New Year!

Isn't that the most original title ever? Wow where do I come up with this stuff? My friend Tanya went home today from her two week stay here in Texas. We had a good time having her here but there was only one problem. I didn't have any cash flow to entertain the poor lamb. When she goes home and tells people what Texas looked like, I'm sure she will be describing what the inside of my house looks like. :D I miss you Tanya! Kennen almost cried when I told him that Auntie Tanya went home on an airplane. Thanks for spending the holidayz with us!

New Year's Eve was kick-ass this year! Our neighbors threw an '80's themed party and I rocked out with crunchy hair and whore face makeup! It was so much fun! The weird thing is that I am learning that (shocker)...I don't need to be drunk off my ass at a party to have fun! Weird concept, no? I *almost* don't miss drinking wine anymore.

Here is one pic from the party...I am doing that one dance from The Breakfast Club where you shuffle your feet or something to move sideways from one side of the room for another. I'm sure there is a dorky name for it...but I'm not a dork so I don't know the name of the dance. Nope not a dork...just a pregnant drag queen. :D Happy new year y'all!


p.s. In case anyone googles "When do you start to show in your third pregnancy?" The answer is 7 weeks 5 days. :D