Oof.

We've got sooo much going on this next month. Okay, that's a fib. We have one big thing this month. PGY1 is taking a 10-day vacation. To Hawaii. Without me or PM. For TEN days. Alone. I'm not actually upset about this. He's been looking forward to a vacation in April since last October. I have no real reason to say no. I have to question his timing, but if he's comfortable with it, I won't argue. Plus, it's already booked. He's going. I'll just have to keep my fingers, toes, eyes and everything else crossed that nothing comes up while he's unavailable. That's only 5 days of the whole trip. Maybe, keep your fingers crossed too?

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22 weeks 5 days :)

Old.

I'm officially 29. Wow. No, Wow.

I love...

warm sunny days after months of winter. Playing outside with PM. Watching PGY1 discover that yard work, while a pain, will not actually kill him. Knowing that the living room is almost finished. Feeling little kicks from the critter in my belly. Carrots and ranch dip. Being 5 1/2 months pregnant and not having gained a single pound. (Don't hate, they'll catch me soon.) Digging in the dirt. Bulb flowers poking through the ground. Weekends. Weekday afternoons. Pretty much anytime I'm not at work. PM's smile when I give him permission to dig holes in the yard. Power spraying the patio clean. Shopping for Easter candy. Coming up with ideas on how a Bunny came to be associated with Easter. Having my car paid off. My husband. Our son. Our soon-to-be-baby. My life. :)

caution: bad language.

More than a little irritated. What does it matter if we have chosen not to attempt a VBAC? Why do you give a hoot? I'm not asking you to pay for it, heal from it, deal with it in any way? I don't understand why you need to make me feel like the worst mother on the planet because I've chosen a different path than you. WTH? And why, pray tell, do you think that because PM isn't potty trained yet (yeah, he's almost 4) that I haven't tried? And your suggestion that I beat my child because he's not potty trained is revolting. Is this supposed to motivate him? Because I don't think it will work. I'm not even going to try it.

And now I'm done devoting time from my life to sorting through b.s. that you have laid in my lap. Your opinion does not matter to me. Go f*ck yourself.

Um, Hi.

Okay, I'm a slacker. It's been awhile. I know. We've done a bunch since Snowpacolypse 2010. I stopped randomly throwing up! I felt the baby move! We had our half-way-there ultrasound! We took a family trip to NYC! We visited C in New Jersey! I've grown to resent the hell out of my job! I've started peeing my pants when I laugh/sneeze/sit down (tmi?). We're only 5 months from finding out if bebe is a boy or a girl! I cannot believe how many people are irritated by the fact that we don't know and don't want to. Not even people we know, random people. What difference does it make? I can't change it, nor would I want to! (dumb butts) And yes, we have thrown around some names. No I will not tell you what they are. Guess you'll find out like the rest! I did find baby bedding (neutral!) that I like, it's fantastic, I'm ordering it this weekend. Nope, not sharing that either. :) (am i making you crazy yet?) Am praying for a moment of clarity regarding the job thing. Any extra prayers you, the reader, could spare would totally rock... Just saying. :)