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Pregnancy Update -
My 30 week check up went well. I brought my son along and when he heard the baby’s heartbeat he said: “Why’s she eating your stomach?” Funny boy. I’m doing well and growing well. I’m measuring a 31 weeks – which leads me to wonder if they have my due date wrong. Time will tell. Anyhow – things are all good there. I’m ready, I swear she’s nearing readiness and I can barely wait.

Slumber Party Update –
My sweet boy had his first slumber party at his best friend’s house. My girlfriend was giving us a little babymoon – ya know, that my mom couldn’t seem to swing. He spent most of the day there and got to sleep fine only to wake an hour later and want to come home. I was thrilled – I missed him so much and was really having a rough time (damn hormones) with the whole idea. We let him slumber with us – though he’s impossible to share a bed with – because we were so happy to see him.

I didn’t have any real expectations that he’d make it through the night and to be honest, I was sorta happy to know he still needs us. Even though he is constantly reminding us these days of how big and grown he is.

Tick Tock Little Girl

I’m ready for this baby to get here. I know I’m not alone, my husband and son are both ready too. In an effort to be positive and cheery I’m going to refrain from my usual griping. You didn’t have to applaud so loudly!
This is day number 210 and I am 30 weeks pregnant!
I have 70 days or 10 weeks left, and I’m 75.0% of the way there.
I really want a healthy baby (who doesn’t?) so is it possible to hope for a healthy baby who comes a little early?
With my first pregnancy I carried him very high – probably because I once had stomach muscles. This baby is a low rider and kicks so low sometimes I think her toe is sticking out. I can’t fathom there being anymore room for her to grow. She’s pushing so hard on my stomach that I feel like we’ve already started to battle before she’s hit the terrible two’s. Have I mentioned she’s very very active but not until I lay down or until about 10:30 p.m. every night. She’s definitely determined to find a position that makes her comfy and me uncomfortable.
I have my 30 week check up today and I just know that she’s going to stop moving right when I go see the doctor. Be warned little girl – the clock is running. Here’s the thing – so is my clock, you moms know the one. My days of sleeping and not waking at 3 am for the 20th time are slowing sliding away and will soon be a distant memory.

A Ray of Hope

If you’ve ever seen any of my past posts with references to my dysfunctional relationship with my mother, maybe you’ll see what I saw – a ray of hope. That ray of hope has diminished substantially.

Here’s how the story goes…

A dear friend of mine, Sandy, offered to watch my son overnight (sometime soon), so that my husband and I could have a nice night out alone before the 2^nd baby gets here. I was moved to tears at her offer. Seriously. I’d given up on the thought, idea, and notion that we’d ever get a night alone until the kids are older. I was shocked at her generous offer AND as icing on the cake she said that they could slumber at my house or hers – which ever Josh (and we) are more comfortable with.  We set up a day, which is next weekend and my husband and I booked our hotel and made plans.

In the past, my Mom has mentioned having my Son over to her house for a slumber party. (Not at my house or wherever Josh would be most comfortable.) I’ve never asked her to and she’s only mentioned once or twice. I don’t want to be the daughter that constantly pushes her kids off on the grandparents – so until my mother tries to actually set up a slumber party date, I haven’t wanted to push the issue.

So I’ve got plans in place with Sandy and all is well. I had no intention of actually talking to my mother about this getaway and my arrangements with Sandy, but it slipped during a phone call. Next thing I know, my Mom says that she’s going to keep Josh that night and acted offended that I didn’t ask her. I never changed my plans with Sandy because my Mother hadn’t mentioned it in awhile.

 The getaway weekend is next weekend and my Mother asks, “…do you still need me to watch Josh that weekend?” Like I asked HER to do ME a favor. I told her no, Sandy will watch him. She FORGOT and made plans to go visit my Aunt that weekend. BUT – she tells me, “…I can come back early and watch him one night.” Oh – ssssssure! I told her: No. Just go. It’s. FINE. Sandy will watch him. Like she said she would.

So, whatever – she offered I suppose.

So this is how my weekend starts…

A Friday Rant… I absolutely hate for anyone to go into my bedroom. My house is usually fairly clean, except my bedroom. My bedroom is my space where I can do anything I want to. If I want to have my underwear all over the bedroom, or if I don’t EVER want to make my bed, or if I want to have my clean folded laundry all over my dresser… you get the idea.

So as a precaution for the wanderer and to keep people out of my bedroom, I almost always have the bedroom door shut. Of course my inlaws are in town this weekend. I guess our bedroom is a mysterious space and they try to sneak a peek or find a reason to walk in there. I don’t really understand why. I’m always respectful of my inlaws house and I don’t lurk in their room. I’ve peeked or passed through but not EVER intentionally lingered in their bedroom. It makes my skin crawl. I know they probably just sleep in there, but what about when they aren’t sleeping? ICK.

I give my friends and all other family the same privacy and don’t invade their room. Hell, I don’t even know you, and I’d give you the same privacy.

Now that’s how I feel about my bedroom – imagine how I must feel about our master bathroom. Just stay out please. Yes, my sister in law, mother in law and father in law are all FREAKING hanging out in my bedroom. Oh but wait … my sister in law is now in my bathroom while my son gets his bath. (My husband is bathing him) God help me!

Do you have a personal space you don’t like people to go in?

A Guardian – just in case!

After we had our first child, we talked briefly about writing a will. When it got to the most important detail – who would we want as a guardian of our child – we could not decide. The options just weren’t good at all. Now, with #2 on the way, we are reexamining the question and trying to find a good answer.

I have 2 brothers and a sister as well my mother. My husband has his parents and a sister. Still we narrowed it down to one choice – easily and I just wonder what other people do.

First those voted off the island:

• My mother and jackass step-dad – they are getting older and have raised 4 kids – so I consider them out of the running since they are only going to get older and probably feel very DONE with child rearing.
• My husband’s parents – much older than my parents+chronic health problems+not financially secure = not over my dead body.
• My sister – a former drug and alcohol abuser, irresponsible and young, can barely pay the bills and has no plans for the future.
• My littlest brother – 16. years. old. Nuff said.
• My husband’s sister – lives day to day, can not manage money, doesn’t have a real job, is 35+ and still lives off her parents in a house that they built for her. – UM no.

Now, meet the survivor of the island:

My eldest brother. 1.5 years younger than me. He is married to a bitch and their marriage has been on and off the rocks since well, since before the wedding. Currently they are doing well and making things work. He’s going to finish school soon, has a stable job, has some similar ideas about parenting and loves kids.

What’s changed from 3+ years ago when we first approached the topic?

Well, my brother has. He’s matured some, gotten his feet on solid ground, isn’t partying like he once did and seems to have his act together.

Tomorrow I’m taking him to lunch to discuss this proposition and I sorta dread the convo. I’m wondering – how do I pop the question? Hey – so if Jason and I both kick the bucket at the same time, will you take my kids??? And how do I tell him that I want him to have sole custody? I don’t want the kids going to both my brother and his wife – seeing as how she’d just use the kids as a bargaining chip in a divorce.

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Also – why am I craving a Snickers right before my Glucose test tomorrow?