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. :)

Yep.

We got some snow. Like 3 1/2 feet of snow. In, like, 5 days.

In other news, I think I may have felt a fetus. Or maybe it was the apples I ate. But I'm pretty sure it was fetus. :)

Loss.

Lost my Gran last night. It's weird, we found out she passed on Jan 27th but as she lived in London her date of death is Jan 28th. Took a little for us to catch up I guess. I've been most of the day trying to find a florist that doesn't feel some compulsion to do strange things to flowers for obscene amounts of money. I think I may have to call them and explain what it is I'm after, which is just a bunch of multicolored roses in a vase. No greens. No baby's breath. Just roses. And not arranged in some odd pattern or formed into a ponies head (I think that is the weirdest one). Blech. Gran. She lived through 2 world wars, got married, had a blast, had two children (the first at the age of 39), had some more fun, had 7 grandchildren, 3 great grandchildren and is now Home with her husband Norman and grandson Stevie. And we'll miss her. She enjoyed reading, roses, tea, family, the water (until that Portuguese Man-o-War), a little drink anytime, and getting a little sun. She was 93. I wish I could have seen her one more time. Love you Gran.

whatever.

Yep. That pretty well sums that up. Not feeling well today. Want to baaarrrrfff. Want to sleep. Want to be done being sick. Want to feel the little bean move. Want Pirate Monkey to be ready for bed. Now. At 6:50pm. That would be spectacular. I also want to know why he was positively on fire when I saw him mid-morning but he didn't have a fever? Weird. Whatever.

:)

Finally, a couple of good days in a row!!!! Could my luck be changing? (Kung Po chicken still not my most brilliant idea) But feeling good, had a good appointment, go back in a month. Yay!