Monday, July 21, 2014

The Unexpected

Some things in life you can't predict. I guess there isn't much you can really, except for maybe the weather and what might happen on your favorite tv show.

Unfortunately we aren't all Sylvia Brown's so we don't get a mental email alerting us to what our future may hold. Though I doubt that's really what it's like for her.

BUT I guess that's what life is all about right? The surprises. I don't necessarily want to know how the next 10 years of my life go, but I wouldn't mind a cliff notes version as to where I may end up and what path I should take (especially in my career).

But life isn't a novel or a movie or a tv show where no one has to go to the bathroom, do their make up or fix their hair. Unfortunately I don't wake up wearing make up though I'm sure that would be nice for my husband since he has to deal with the zombie-like mess that wakes up next to him. And I don't get out of the shower with make up already on, but that would be nice too. I seriously hate when they do that in the movies. NO woman looks that damn good when they get out of the shower. For example, I have a raccoon eyes from my mascara that just lingers around my eyes. #reallifetalk

It's just the way it is.

BUT again life is not a movie and I don't make out with Ryan Gosling in the rain when he tells me he's written me love letters for a year and I never got 'em, which is kind of a bummer. But on the flipside I married better than Ryan Gosling. I know women are rolling their eyes like "psh yeah right," but my husband is a total hottie, which is why we are in this mess.

LIFE is all about the surprises... the unexpected.

So what's the point of all this rambling nonsense?

Well my life has been turned upside a down, hence this thing I'm about to say is a huge deal and a huge part as to why I've been a complete basket case, 51 50 Amanda Bynes maniac lately. And will explain my lack of posts and the true chaos of how my life has been the past few weeks...








I'm totes for reals.

I found out Memorial Day weekend.

So White Baby #2 is on the way. Enter stress here.

Can you believe it? I sure as hell can't. I mean I just started getting my office in shape and now I'm going to lose it because we will need space for the baby, which I'm cool with. I mean I did want a second child eventually, just NOW wasn't exactly ideal.

Needless to say, I had already been down, but this threw me for a bigger loop. I'm down about my weight, but I'm going to get bigger and fatter because that's what prego women do.

The job sitch is still the same. No luck.

I've been nauseated for this pretty much for the last two months and I can't seem to shake it.

Welcome to the first trimester. It effin blows.

So I'm a mess. A legit mess. But I am excited for a new baby. I miss the stages of life where your child lays on your chest and relaxes in mommy's arms. My two year old does everything BUT that. He's definitely developed a resistance to doing what I say. But I try to stick to my guns. He doesn't want to give me kisses or hugs or love as much as he used to, but he's all over Klay's nuts when he gets home. And that's good. I mean he loves his dad, but I get to be the bad cop in the whole good cop/bad cop shtick.

But when he does come up and hug me, it's the unexpected hugs and kisses that make your heart melt.

And I haven't been exactly a ball of fun these days. And I know Brody can see that and that hurts.

But Klay and I did go to the doctor and all looks good with baby #2. And there is only ONE baby in there.

Remember when I said I went to the ER? Well, it was because I'd been vomiting for more than 24 hours, and couldn't keep any fluids down, plus I couldn't pee, which for me and my itsy bitsy bladder (which is now a ca-zillion times worse since I'm prego again) is unusual and meant I was dehydrated.

We went to the ER and they gave me medicine through an IV that helped me with the nausea and I got some fluids in my system too. We also got to see the baby again. It was twice as big as it was the last time we saw it and it was kicking and moving around like crazy. That made me feel better that the baby was OK.

I also had a bout with constipation (I know TMI, but it's pregnancy woes so deal with it) the week before and then I had sinus crud and a sore throat on top of that. And to top that week off, I puked in a Lowe's parking lot right in front of Whataburger drive thru which had a line of cars staring as a got sick in the lot.

Klay was like "Do you want to move over here so the people at Whataburger aren't staring?"

"I don't care," I mumbled.

"Tough shit," I thought. "I'm pregnant. They just have to deal."

But Klay bent down in front of me and patted me on the back and comforted me to block those people from staring and thinking I got too drunk from the night before though it was just pregnancy sickness.

Then three days later, my grandpa passed away. We just had a LOT of stuff go wrong the past few weeks. And I have felt like poo for wayyyyy too long and then a death in the family... it's been rough. I'm ready to feel good again.

So there it is... this big secret I've been hiding for two and a half months.

Brody is going to be a big brother!

I can already tell this kid is going to give me hell. Cause I've literally gotten sick like 4-6 times a day. I've been absolutely miserable and too nauseated to be on the computer. I finally got some better nausea meds which have seemed to help me out the past week or so.

Now I'm 12 weeks prego and ready to kiss the first trimester goodbye and I'll be crossing my fingers this nausea goes along with it.

The truth is finally out there. Sorry I've been so miserable that I haven't blogged. I'll try to get back on track. But now you finally know why I've been a crazy, non-social person the last few months!

The truth has set me free.



Thursday, July 03, 2014

Life with a Two Year Old

I wrote this post last week. For those of you who know me personally know that my grandpa passed away today. Since it's a sad day for our family, I thought I would share this post with you guys to maybe brighten the day a bit.

I'll have an update soon as to why I've been gone the past week. Short version: I've been really sick and went to the ER this week. I am better now. More to come on that later.

But needless to say it's been a really rough two weeks around here. So I apologize for the lack of posts and I'm trying to get back on track. Here goes a series of reasons why I normally go a little nutzo during the week.


There are days where I feel like I'm going to go crazy.

But you know that already with my lack of posts or posts lately complaining about my current life sitch.

Well, I thought I'd clue you guys in on why I honestly feel like I'm going a little nuts. Between playing "POW POW" and changing diapers (still in the diaper-phase unfortunately) and the mess that is my house (I blame my kid for that), life with a two year old is kinda crazy.

If I'm trying to do something, like put on my make up for example things like this happens...

This is what I call my life with a two year old:

"Mama, here you go!" Brody hands me a box of cherry tomatoes.

 "No Brody take it back" as I say as I apply my mascara.

"You don't want 'matoes? Heeere." He shoves them to my stomach.

"No baby, take them back where you got them."

"I don't want to mama."

"Take them back," I command.

He gives me a look like "I'm going to take them somewhere and make a mess" if you want me to do something with 'em.

I sigh and get up and grab the tomatoes back and place them higher up where he can't reach.

"Mama, I want 'matoes!!!" he cries.



"Brody, go put back the body wash," I say.

"I want lotion on," he replies.

"It's not lotion, honey, it's body wash," I say as I try to pay a bill online. He walks out with body wash and I notice it later in the day on the floor somewhere, but never find the time to put it back.

8 p.m.

"Brody want to take a bath?" I ask.

"I want take a bath!" he yells running to the bath.

I look around and realize the body wash is MIA.

"Brody where is your body wash?"

"Where the body wash go mama?"

The body wash cannot be found. And therefore is lost forever.



"Mama, I throw lemon to you!"

Gasp! "No, no baby don't throw the lemon at me. Lemon will bust open. Take it back where you found it."

"You don't want me throw the lemon at you?" he asks.

"No we don't throw lemons. Go put it back where you found it."

"I throw it at purse?" he asks.

"No. Don't throw it at my purse." I laugh.

"I throw it at fan?"

"No don't throw it at the fan. It will burst."

"It will burssss?"

"Yes, now go put it up where you found it."

"Ooook," he says marching off to the kitchen. I follow him to see if he puts it back. He throws it at the bowl of lemons on a shelf and it falls to the floor.

"No don't throw it!"

"I put lemon back."

(Later on I discover why he wanted to throw lemons... Dada and Brody threw lemons at each other the day before... Mom was unaware.



The house is quiet. I hear no noise from a little two year old boy, so I know something is up. Unfortunately I have a massive headache so things that I'd usually care about, I don't at the moment.

But I needed to check on him.

"Brody what are you doing?" I ask sitting up on the couch looking over by the end table.

"I wiping nose."

I see all of the kleenex's on the floor as he sits in a sea of white tissues. Not one is left in the box.




In the shower washing my hair when I hear...

"Mama, you taking a showah?"

"Yes I'm taking a shower."

I hear him walk out of the bathroom and reenter the room.

"Here!" he says.

I look down to him handing me my cell phone.


"No no baby take in back."

"You don't want your phone mama?"

"Thank you, but I don't need it. It will get wet and break."

"OK. I'll be right back."

Well that could have been worse.



Drying my hair and I hear "Mama, I poo poo."



Life with a two year old isn't easy and kinda sucks at times, but he does make up for it--when he's sleeping.

HAHA I kid.

But the sleeping is always so cute. They are so calm, quiet and peaceful.

But most of the time, life is like this...

"Wanna go for a swim in baby powder?"

Hope life is a little less crazy for you out there in bloglandia,