Mary P., Give Me a Call Please!

I have managed to keep the clutter under (some) control and I finally got the laundry attended to. Kris and the boys were dressing off the dining room table for about three weeks. I mostly stayed in my jammies, so I didn't have that many clothes that needed folded and put away. Hey, at least I got them washed and dried, right?

I'm feeling much better as far as the pregnancy goes. I've had a nasty sinus thing that has given me a headache/congestion/cough all week. Once this is gone I should be ready to get back to normal.

If Mary Poppins was my friend, I wouldn't have this problem. I would get her to teach me that trick where she snaps her fingers and everything cleans itself. Wouldn't that be lovely? Never mind the fact that she doesn't really exist. A girl can dream...

Please Don't Report Me

I swear I'm not beating my child, but this is what he looks like right now.

The chin is still a mystery. My best guess is that he did it when he fell off the chair. It looks WAY better than it did. He was so proud to show it off for me.

The forehead was done yesterday. He tripped and caught himself with his head on the pavement. He's still a little top heavy.The temple was from this morning when he lost to the corner of the table.

So sad....

Weekend at the Beach

We spent the weekend at Ormond Beach with Kris' parents and his sister and her family. It was lots of fun and something a little different. I didn't actually go on the beach for more than two minutes but spent all my time in the pool. It was lovely.

Eli trying to get in on the shade of my huge hat.

Then he decided it would be much better to own the shade and share as he saw fit.

Our new little swimmer, Luke. He decided to go for it this weekend and now swims like a pro. He's very proud of himself, and we are proud of him too.
We ate lots of "fun" food. That's what the beach is all about, right?

ONE Beautiful, Healthy Baby!

I went for my ultrasound yesterday, and there is only one baby in there and everything looks good. Here are some pictures (You can click on the picture to make it larger and get a better look.):

It was a little bit of a surprise to see how big he/she is already. I didn't expect that. It was also so much fun, as always, to see that I actually have a real baby in there and all this crazy stuff happening to my body isn't me being delusional. I always feel that way until after the ultrasound or until I start feeling feeling them move around. I'm just glad all is well!

Eleven Weeks

I'm now eleven weeks along in this pregnancy. I've been feeling pretty rotten since about five weeks, but I seem to be having longer moments of normalcy. I even have had a couple of days where I feel pretty good almost all day long. My doctor gave me a prescription for the nausea, and I don't need as long of a nap in the afternoon to survive the evenings without wanting to burst into tears at the exhaustion. My first trimester with Luke was a lot like this, but my first trimester with Eli tricked me into thinking that wouldn't happen again.

I'm starting to get really excited. Honestly, with feeling so yucky I haven't been able to think about the fact that I'm having another baby! I go for an ultrasound on Thursday just to make sure everything looks good, my dates are right and that there is only one in there. I've had at least four people tell me that they think I'm having twins. Two of them said they had dreams and one said they got a sudden, strong feeling about it. I told them that I thought they needed to go back to the Lord in prayer on that one because twins would feel like a little too much for me right now considering I have a three year old and a two year old. I also told my mother that she would have to move in with me and my father-in-law that he would have to quit his job to help me with the boys.

If either of you read this, I'm serious about that.

A Bun in the Oven

The title of the post is for you, Whitney!