10 weeks, 5 days, and a trip to the Hospital

Today, I learned that the ER on base is a billion times better than the ER in town. Good to know, because I'm not a real big fan of hospitals.

My tummy was hurting this morning, and I've been feeling a little funky, so we decided to go and get it checked out. Six hours later and a billion tests later, we discovered that this pregnancy was more than likely a set of twins. Unfortunately, one baby didn't make it. There is a fluid sac, unattached from the healthy baby, that they will be monitoring a little more closely. Chad was a little bummed, and I don't think I know how to react at this point.

The healthy baby is an acrobat. The doctors giggled at the summersaults and wiggles they saw performed on the screen. I'm excited that the baby was awake and wiggling, it's always a comfort being able to see it clearly on the monitor.

I'm exhausted today. But things are going good. I go back to the doctor tomorrow and we'll have more information hopefully.

Eight Weeks

My clothes don't fit. There are round things on me. My husband has been known to stare, and possibly even drool (Not really a bad thing, unless you're trying to tell him to do something important...) But these round things.. are getting Rounder! Eight weeks and counting.. (Well, I'm actual 9 1/2 now, but this picture is from week 8. I'll take another one at 10 weeks..

Oh ya, by the way, I'm sucking in.

And since we're friends here, I should calmly tell you that this is my husbands side of the mirror and sink. It's his fault it's not clean, Not mine :)

Child Abuse

Is sticking your kid in a high chair, strapping her in, feeding her, and positioning her so that she can see you considered Child Abuse?? Because she sure acted like it was. Yes. I left her there. Yes. I let her scream. Why? So I could fold the four loads of laundry that have piled up over the week. Yes. I left her there so that I could accomplish something. Accomplishments are on the slow side for me at the moment. I've spent the last two weeks or so on the couch, in a reclined position. Oh yes, I know, it sounds glamourous, but it's not. I can't stand without getting nauseous. And if I stand too long, I will throw up, or feel like I'm going to pass out. So I've sat. And my wonderful husband has been taking charge of the house. I got lucky when I picked him, but it seems to me that it's his fault that I'm in this current position... Of course, ask me in 7 months, and I'm sure that I'll take all the credit, since I've done all the work! Haha, don't you love how one sided my brain is? So now I am going to sit here, and watch as he finishes vacuuming the floor because the laundry used all of my energy.

In other news, I haven't posted them on Facebook yet, because I want a sonogram to tell me for sure if there is one or two, but since it's a relatively small blog, with limited followers, I'll put pictures up here periodically. The one you see here is 'Week 6.' This is a week and a half ago. Yes, I know, I'm too big for only 6 weeks. It's ridiculous. But like I said, I'm waiting to see what the sonogram says about all that. I may just be fat, or like all the other pregnancies I've had, showing earlier than most because I'm so short. But this is big, even for me. And no, I have not gained my standard 10 pounds. Instead, I've lost 5, and maintained that (without trying.. my eating habits haven't changed [except for Diet Coke, it tastes funny to me now, so I quit that]).



I guess I've been spending more time on the internet lately, since the computer lives next to the couch, and I submitted a photo to Pioneer Woman, for her "Funny" photography assignment. I'm not a photographer, but this one I could not resist! While flipping through my photo albums, my husband and I busted out laughing at one of our daughter. Hope it makes you laugh as much as I made us! She may just be more like me than I want to let on- I mean, is she our future football player?? And the no clothes... well, I mean, every kid likes to run around naked right?! At least she kept the bow in her hair. She's perfect.

Sariah turns 1!

My baby turned 1 today. It was momentous. Grandpa Great Leonard sent her a card with a  little bit of mula in it, she got a new bouncy ball, a bowling set, a rocking horse, some super cute outfits, and some good ol' fashioned frosting on the nose! Friends to share with and cupcakes to top it all off with! What a great day! Gotta love Friday the 13th! Happy times!

Oh, and just to top of such a great day with Sariah, baby number two decided that they were going to let us know that they were on their way. Yes, if you didn't manage to understand that complicated sentence, we are pregnant and expecting baby number 2. Yes, my feet are starting to swell, and I'm nauseated in the evenings (which is new for me).. I hope that something 'different' in a pregnancy doesn't translate to a surprise in this pregnancy.. you know... like twins or some crazy nonsense like that! Anyways, back to the point, we had a great day with Sariah and we're looking forward to another addition sometime in April next year. Love to all~

And then there were 6...

My new internet friend Heather, has requested that I show the projects that I'm working on. I'm proud to say that, this one, is done. This project is a particular milestone for me, It took way too much yarn, and was very expensive, but I can send my dad a picture of this, and tell him, "I FINISHED A REAL PROJECT!!!" And now my husband also has a blanket that is longer than his 6'1'' skinny butt thats always getting cold.... I love it. That is all. (Hexagon Afghan)

Post Surgery

Mr. Bear survived surgery. He came out almost better than new, but unfortunately, even with extensive rehab, Mr. Bear will never walk again. His leg has been successfully reattached, but so permanently it will never be mobile again. Well.. At least until the monster removes it for him again. Do bears have phantom pain? At least he's got a sweet ride~

Organizing the Stash

I got the cleaning itch this week. For those who know or live or have lived with me, You know how rare that is. But I started cleaning. And in cleaning, I began to organize the yarn stash that iIve got for the current projects. And then I counted how many projects I currently have in the works. 7. Thats a lot... I mean, I can only work on one thing at a time right? It was about this time that Chad came home from work, asked what I was doing (because seeing me clean was so abnormal it didn't automatically register) and then went about his business. I think I gave up on the cleaning about five minutes later. I organized all the yarn, had it neatly stored in a basket where I could see the colors and pull threads without tangling them with others- which inspired another project. So that would be 8?! Luckily, it was an easy project. One that I intend to gift to my sister... So hopefully she doesn't read this. Aleah, if you're reading this: STOP. and don't look at the picture. And act surprised if you ignore me right now. . . . . That should stop her, right? So here we are, project number 8, that I actually finished before any of the others, as modeled by the little monster I call offspring.

Side note**  The monster can walk, and has been walking for four months, she is depicted here in a restrained position because thats the only way we can get her to hold still for pictures!