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.