Well, this is my first blog.. I feel obligated to kind of explain myself to you people, and some of the chaos that constantly surrounds me.
In my home we have 3 dogs, 2 little girls, my husband (who, let's face it, is basically another child), and a kitty. Did I mention that on top of all that I'm currently pregnant with baby number 3? Yeah, 3. This one is a boy, so that's exciting. But very stressful.
First off, unless you've been pregnant you have no idea the weird things that happen to your body. For example, I'm curious when my nipples took complete control of where my boobs used to be. I just have nipples, the white part of my boobs are gone, they've been eaten and I mourn them daily. Also you start springing leaks all the time. I have to pee every 20 minutes or so, and my husband doesn't understand why I can't get a good nights sleep. And then add in the wacked out dreams you have when you CAN sleep. I will never understand why I dream of toasters that shoot pink scented candles, nor will I ask anyone to interpret it... Ever. My feet have swollen to the size of an elephants, which means my shoes don't fit anymore. (P.S. I had just started to master how to not fall on face while wearing high heels so sad panda). The only thing I can wear on them is sandals and I am very curious how that's going to work when it snows in a few months.
The baby in my belly likes punk music, he kicks when he hears it. But, he may also be trying to get away from it so we'll see how rocker he is when he falls out. And I literally mean, falls out. My doctor calls me a GQ, when I first heard the term I was like "GQ? Do I look like a model? Are you calling me fat? Because I will so go cornholio on your ass," then he explained it meant "goes quick".By quick, I mean that pregnancy numero uno was 6 hours total, pregnancy two was an hour and a half, so I'm assuming that this one will be born on the floor while I'm doing laundry. I'll feel a kick, some pressure, and then BAM! There will be a new minions on the floor. Oh yeah, I call my kids minions.
If you ever met them you would understand. I don't think of myself as extremely crazy, but I am swimming in the deep end somewhere. My kids are just like their momma, but have their dads "full throttle, pain won't hurt" mentality too. My house is filled with crazy things like my 3 year old, Dreena, teaching the cat , Simba (or Kitty Kitty Meow Meow) how to play fetch. She has also taught him to play tag. Basically, she'll run from one end of the house to another and eventually he'll start chasing her, and so forth. He plays fetch with a sandal that was torn off a poor little stuffed bears foot. Oh, and zsu zsu pets, he knows how to press the button the make then move and he will play with them for hours, carrying them to different places of the house and then proceeding the kick the crap out of it.
Well, its time for me to grab the oldest daughter, Trinity, from school. :)
In my home we have 3 dogs, 2 little girls, my husband (who, let's face it, is basically another child), and a kitty. Did I mention that on top of all that I'm currently pregnant with baby number 3? Yeah, 3. This one is a boy, so that's exciting. But very stressful.
First off, unless you've been pregnant you have no idea the weird things that happen to your body. For example, I'm curious when my nipples took complete control of where my boobs used to be. I just have nipples, the white part of my boobs are gone, they've been eaten and I mourn them daily. Also you start springing leaks all the time. I have to pee every 20 minutes or so, and my husband doesn't understand why I can't get a good nights sleep. And then add in the wacked out dreams you have when you CAN sleep. I will never understand why I dream of toasters that shoot pink scented candles, nor will I ask anyone to interpret it... Ever. My feet have swollen to the size of an elephants, which means my shoes don't fit anymore. (P.S. I had just started to master how to not fall on face while wearing high heels so sad panda). The only thing I can wear on them is sandals and I am very curious how that's going to work when it snows in a few months.
The baby in my belly likes punk music, he kicks when he hears it. But, he may also be trying to get away from it so we'll see how rocker he is when he falls out. And I literally mean, falls out. My doctor calls me a GQ, when I first heard the term I was like "GQ? Do I look like a model? Are you calling me fat? Because I will so go cornholio on your ass," then he explained it meant "goes quick".By quick, I mean that pregnancy numero uno was 6 hours total, pregnancy two was an hour and a half, so I'm assuming that this one will be born on the floor while I'm doing laundry. I'll feel a kick, some pressure, and then BAM! There will be a new minions on the floor. Oh yeah, I call my kids minions.
If you ever met them you would understand. I don't think of myself as extremely crazy, but I am swimming in the deep end somewhere. My kids are just like their momma, but have their dads "full throttle, pain won't hurt" mentality too. My house is filled with crazy things like my 3 year old, Dreena, teaching the cat , Simba (or Kitty Kitty Meow Meow) how to play fetch. She has also taught him to play tag. Basically, she'll run from one end of the house to another and eventually he'll start chasing her, and so forth. He plays fetch with a sandal that was torn off a poor little stuffed bears foot. Oh, and zsu zsu pets, he knows how to press the button the make then move and he will play with them for hours, carrying them to different places of the house and then proceeding the kick the crap out of it.
Well, its time for me to grab the oldest daughter, Trinity, from school. :)
Welcome to the blog community! That was awesome!... Although Im curious what you had to go do with Trinity... LOL
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