As many, if not all of you know, I am expecting baby number three in forever. I don't know if it's a boy or girl, but I will find out soon. Here's the thing: I am a tad over 4-months pregnant and have put on at least 8 pounds, but I cannot for the life of me figure out where the baby is. If it weren't for the sore "upper body area", feeling the baby kicking around a little, and the almost puking in ALDI episode I had today (I was very close to hearing them announce on the P.A. "clean-up on aisle one"), I would swear I'm not pregnant. I still don't have to wear maternity clothes - is this unusual for being this far along with baby #3? Where did those 8 (probably more now) pounds go? I definitely remember having to wear maternity clothes by now with William, and I put on a lot less weight with him. I guess I won't really believe it until I see the baby on the screen next week.
Not that I'm complaining (or bragging, for those of you out there who are annoyed with me after reading this due to your own pregnancy woes), but really now, where are you baby? Oh wait, I know, baby is sitting right on top of my bladder...I have to go now...
Friday, May 23, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Happy Mother's Day to Me!
After talking to several moms out there over the past few days, I am truly convinced that Mother's Day, in general, is a bust. Now I'm not trying to put my wonderful husband down or anything - he is always very sweet and thoughtful in his own way on mother's day. What I'm talking about is the general expectations we mother's seem to form (mistakenly, I know) from either books, movies or TV commercials that inevitably comes crashing down on us on the actual day. The idyllic morning of letting mom sleep in while dad tends the kids, then makes a beautiful breakfast in bed, does all of the dishes, has a fabulous gift that does not involve kitchen gadgets, makes a lovely dinner, all the time keeping the kids from bothering mom while she relaxes on her "day off" AND keeping the house clean, is essentially ridiculous. I mean really, has anyone ever REALLY had a mother's day like that? Yet that is what the world portray as mother's day.
This being my 7th mother's day, I am seasoned enough to know better - yet every year, I secretly hope that this year will be "the year" of the magical mother's day. Instead, my day yesterday was for the most part, very stressful. It wasn't Ryan's fault that he was gone taking his sister to the airport when the kids woke up and were demanding food despite my exhausted and sick state. It wasn't any one's fault that I didn't have time to prepare my Sunday school lesson the day before (if I prepare any earlier, I forget what the lesson was about the day of and I have to spend Sacrament meeting reviewing) because of company over, making it necessary to prepare it while eating the waffles Ryan lovingly made me. It kind of was some one's fault that I had to go to church an hour early to practice a song with the soloist at the last minute because she "forgot" to set it up earlier, even though she was going to sing it that day during sacrament meeting and then on top of that picked a ridiculously hard song. Then it was some one's fault that I had to take the other Sunday school class because the teacher didn't show up or get a sub, making my class (usually 15-18, now 12-18) a lot more to handle than usual.
So instead of coming home relaxed and happy, I was literally running to the car, ready to pass out on the couch (which I did). Now it's the day after and I have my hands full (mostly of dirty dishes). So what, you ask, did I get out of this mother's day? Well, I'll show you with some pictures taken just this morning:
Church bags unpacked and dirty church clothes, dirty dishes and stove top from the dinner I threw together at the last minute out of starvation and then was too tired to clean (by the way, I did not make that mess on the stove-top, that was another member of my family), and my lovely flower from church. Am I bitter? No. Disappointed? No. Amused by the ridiculous expectations and annoyed at the false commercialism of mother's day? Yes. I would love to hear your thoughts on this - does anyone else share my feelings or do you have other experiences?
This being my 7th mother's day, I am seasoned enough to know better - yet every year, I secretly hope that this year will be "the year" of the magical mother's day. Instead, my day yesterday was for the most part, very stressful. It wasn't Ryan's fault that he was gone taking his sister to the airport when the kids woke up and were demanding food despite my exhausted and sick state. It wasn't any one's fault that I didn't have time to prepare my Sunday school lesson the day before (if I prepare any earlier, I forget what the lesson was about the day of and I have to spend Sacrament meeting reviewing) because of company over, making it necessary to prepare it while eating the waffles Ryan lovingly made me. It kind of was some one's fault that I had to go to church an hour early to practice a song with the soloist at the last minute because she "forgot" to set it up earlier, even though she was going to sing it that day during sacrament meeting and then on top of that picked a ridiculously hard song. Then it was some one's fault that I had to take the other Sunday school class because the teacher didn't show up or get a sub, making my class (usually 15-18, now 12-18) a lot more to handle than usual.
So instead of coming home relaxed and happy, I was literally running to the car, ready to pass out on the couch (which I did). Now it's the day after and I have my hands full (mostly of dirty dishes). So what, you ask, did I get out of this mother's day? Well, I'll show you with some pictures taken just this morning:
Church bags unpacked and dirty church clothes, dirty dishes and stove top from the dinner I threw together at the last minute out of starvation and then was too tired to clean (by the way, I did not make that mess on the stove-top, that was another member of my family), and my lovely flower from church. Am I bitter? No. Disappointed? No. Amused by the ridiculous expectations and annoyed at the false commercialism of mother's day? Yes. I would love to hear your thoughts on this - does anyone else share my feelings or do you have other experiences?
Monday, May 5, 2008
New Pictures
I finally cleared my camera off (after 161 pictures) and I now have some pictures to share. There's really no theme to this post - just pictures from the past month. In April, we went to Springfield,IL, the capital of Illinois. We saw the Lincoln Memorial Museum, his home, and lots and lots of other Lincoln sites. Springfield is only about an hour and a half away (for those of you that live around me) and has a lot of amazing historical sites. We have also been back to the Botanical Garden a few times.
The Illinois state museum
The State Capital
This is a funny one of William I took the other morning - I'm not sure what he was doing.
This is Ryan hosing off all of the puked-on towels, blankets and clothes from William.
At the MoBot
New Salem
Lincoln Home in Springfield
Claire's first look at an outhouse
I have more to share, but I have to run to the grocery store before William falls asleep on the living room floor.
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