Tuesday. Whoever invents children's toys (the really noisy obnoxious ones) obviously aren't parents. They may have been parents in years past... but they are the faux aunts/uncles, grandparents, friends, etc. But definately not parents themselves. CJ's favorite toy is this lawn mower that say's "Its learning time" whenever you touch it. And is a push-me-pop when you push it. Pop... Pop... Pop... It's just lovely!

Manic Monday

Really, Mondays aren't that different from most days. Atleast, not right now... being away from work and all, your days just sorta run together. Especially when your husband is working 7 days a week and not much separates one day from the next except yesterdays football games on TV. CJ shared a "love-bug" with me. I say "love-bug" because I know it was done with all good intent... but he really did himself in. Now that we are both sick I can' t take him outside or to play anywhere... and quarantine with a sick baby and pregnant mommy isn't fun. Atleast he likes his baby benedryl! Plus it doesn't hurt that taking it makes him sleep a little better!

I am sooo greatful to have such a handy-man husband. I swear, I really take for granted sometimes that Bobby is so mechanically inclined. He can change the oil in the vehicles and do minor repairs such as brake pad changes and oil filters and AC boosts and things. I know how to change a tire and check my oil... oh and put in gas. That's about it. I am lucky though that I hardly ever have to take my car to the shop because Bob can do most of the upkeep on it. And our dryer. It's gotta be like 100 years old, I swear... Well, ok... Maybe more like 15 but that's gotta be pretty old in dryer years! It finally stopped working about a month ago. It would tumble just fine, but it wouldn't heat anymore so tumbling wet clothes.... Yeah, doesn't really help much! Anyhow, I am willing to bet that the $100 I spent online to buy the replacement parts that Bob thought were the problem (And he turned out to be right) was a whole lot cheaper than paying someone to come out and even just look at it let alone fix it... Or being forced to buy a whole new one! I love my hubby. He is WONDERFUL!

Thursdays don't mean as much when you aren't at work

I don't really have much interesting to say, but for the sake that I have yet again broken my promise to myself to try and write everyday... I figured that I will atleast write... something. They last few days have been mildly trying. Going back to the pregnancy-hating thing. My rib cage feels as though I'm going to blow a baby out of the left side of it. My shoulders have knots the size of Montana in them from sleeping in uncomfortable positions (when I actually sleep), my eyes have big black rings under them (from said lack of sleep), and my already tried patience is wearing a bit thinner these days. OK, I am done complaining for now. I have to admit before I abandon these thoughts altogether though, that it is sort of nice to have a place to vent! I just hope that people actually reading this blog sincerely take the advise I gave on the first post and skip through most of the pregnancy blubbering. If you haven't though, don't despair... I have hopefully about 30 more days left is all before my beautiful little bundle is out of inhabiting my body and we'll move on to the trails of child-rearing!

I will try to lighten the mood by talking more today of the other highlight in my life at the moment. Well, I really shouldn't say at the MOMENT, as my children will forever be highlights in my life... Anyhow, I do love an opportunity to gush over the acheivements of my little boy though, and as I can pretty much say anything I want and anyone uninterested can stop reading at any time... this makes a perfect arrangement!

Christopher John (CJ) Starnes, I think was sent to me by God knowing that for someone who detested children her entire life... he was my absolute perfect match. Now, I realize you could argue the point by saying that it's only natural for parents to atleast adore their own children... But I find that his personality and accomplishments are exactly as I would want in a baby had I had the ability to create him like a Sims character! He is such a little man... so full of life and energy, so intellegent. His only thing lacking at this point is his refusal to utter an actual word. He communicated just fine mind you, only is requires that his very cumbersome momma to follow him (being dragged by the finger) to whatever is his desire and playing charades until we get what it is he wants. He'll talk... I know... But in the meantime I am still getting a work-out despite being on semi-bedrest.

Just within the last week he has discovered sommersaults. A pretty amazing feat for a 15 month old. I may be over-exaggerating just a bit as it's not quite a TRUE sommersault... More of a forward flip that ends on his side... but it's a pretty good attempt at one anyhow. We gave him his second true haircut a few days ago. Good ol' buzz cut. He sure does look like a litte man now though and not a BABY. For honestly having an abhorance to anything baby, I have LOVED motherhood so far. I am blessed... and for as much as I complain about being pregnant... The end result is worth every minute.

Starting this whole blog process

I am not quite sure even what exactly a blog is. My understanding is it's sort of like an open diary that obviously I don't want to be too informative or brutally honest in; for the sake of my own embarassment or other's feelings. That may change as I go along, but for now that's where we'll start. I guess its a good a place to start as any since I am terrible at keeping a journal. We'll see how terrible I can be at keeping up with this. But like all new projects of mine, I have all good intentions of being very dedicated and will make loads of empty promises to write faithfully everyday. Yeah, for those who know me, this is my process and it's full of doody (see there is



Well, I will start for apologizing ahead of time because for now my life is consumed by one and a half things right now. My baby boy, who is standing here next to me with a pocket-sized Webster's Dictionary in his hands biting off chunks of the cover because I am refusing to give him any more Swedish Fish candies to eat before nap time; and the one that hasn't arrived yet. If you can't stand to hear me complain about being pregnant then I suggest you stop reading here.



Ok, ready? Here we go. I hate it. I love being mom. I hate being pregnant. I am definately not one of those "glowing" pregnant types. I'm selfish. I want my body. I have literally sacrificed my body to the baby-gods forever and will NEVER get it back in it's original condition. Thank heavens my husband loves me anyway... or atleast has the sensibility to not let on otherwise. Very sensible man.

Ok, this is how bad I am... I saved this blog with all intentions of returning to it to finish it for the day... That was like a week ago now and so the previous paragraphs are already a week old. I warned you how terrible I am!

Today, Bob woke up at 5:00am throwing up from a headache. I know how that goes as a migraine sufferer myself... so I am of the utmost pity for him right now. I went to the store and bought an arsenal of his favorite snacks and sprite to try to help. There is nothing I love more when I don't feel good than to be surrounded by all of my favorite foods. That would probably explain the 30 or so pounds I need to lose. That, and the impending birth... But I can't blame it all on baby. I think that they need to make a weight-loss show for new mothers trying to reclaim their figures... You know like those pre-wedding weight loss shows on "Women's Entertainment"? I'd do it. I just need someone to really push me is all. Hmmm... Ideas.