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It's been a loooooooong time since I've updated this blog. So long that I almost forgot my user name and password to log in. But my ever pushy best friend Diana won't leave me alone til I get this thing updated. Oh quit it LO, you know you are the only one who reads this lol. So I've come up with a few paragraphs of life updates.

Little Man is doing great! He is loving preschool and brings home so many art projects I have run out of ideas for storage. He had a wonderful Christmas as he was a very good little boy and Santa was good to him. He was able to stay up long enough to ring in the New Year with us and get lots of New Year's kisses. I began working with him a couple of months ago on writing. I was amazed at how quickly he picked it up. I am sure I resembled a mad woman as I jumped around the room and whooped it up after he was able to print his first name. He can now spell his name out loud and recongizes most letters in the alphabet. I highly reccomend LeapFrog Fridge Phonics Magnets.

Hubby is doing quite well--he still has me for one ;). His job is going along great. He has gotten his own delivery route and really enjoys it. What guy wouldn't like delivering beer all day?? He had a good Christmas as well. His wonderful wife got him a Muzzleloader and he was able to get a doe this season. Not so thrilling for me as I don't eat deer meat, but Hubby and Little Man are pretty happy. Hey, at least it wasn't a buck so I won't have another head hanging on the wall.

I am doing great. The pregnancy is moving along smoothly. I never really had much morning sickness. In fact, I only puked once. Brushing my teeth makes me gag tho. I am 20 weeks along. We go for our ultrasound tomorrow night. As long as the little one cooperates, we should know if we can get the blue clothes out of storage or go buy pink clothes. So far, I have had 2 dreams that it's a boy. Hubby is convinced it's a boy. And Little Man informed me a few nights ago that if the baby is not a boy, he is packing his Bob The Builder suitcase and moving out. Boy or girl, I am sure Little Man will stick around.

I got a promotion at work in December. It's been a slight addition to the stress load, but I am enjoying it so far. I am now the Propane Manager. This new position leaves me little free time at work. I hope I can live up to everyone's expectations. It's a tough time for me right now--this pregnancy made me hyper emotional. I really have to work at keeping my emotions in check from 9 to 5.

Well, enough updates. I vow to keep up with this blog for the New Year. Especially since I remember my user name and password now.

Arrrrr Matey!

It's time for a certain little boy's birthday! He is so excited. He will be 4 on October 15th. Little Man has decided on a pirate birthday party. I cant explain his recent fascination with pirates lately. He has been telling us to "Walk the plank" for several weeks now. But a pirate party he wants, a pirate party he gets! I made his invitations myself this year. I have never done that before and was quite proud of myself! Nothing fancy, no catchy rhymes, just a couple pictures from clip art on the computer and we were good to go. Little Man liked them, so that's all that mattered.

I went grocery shopping last night and decided to browse thru the cake book. Lo and behold they have the coolest pirate cake I have ever seen!!! YAY!!! We will be ordering that bad boy for sure. Little Man also requested ballooons, party hats, and "those thingys that you blow into and they go frrrrrrrrt". Yes, we will be getting those also.

I Love My Job, I Love My Job, I Love My...

Ok, I lied. I HATE my job. Mostly during the Fall. And the Spring. And early Summer. I work at a grain elevator, you see. We are busy in the fall because of harvest--we take the grain farmers harvest. We are busy during the Spring because it's plating season--we sell seed and fertilizers. We are busy during the early Summer for fertilizer, herbicides and pesticides.

Well, it's Sunday. The day of rest. And here I sit, in front of my computer. At work. What a crock. I miss my boys. Although Hubby has called me a few times--to see how my day was going (sure, rub it in that you are out in the sunshine). And Little Man called me once--to tattle on Daddy for not letting him do what he wants. They are out having fun, farming, spending time together. I miss them. I have 3 hours and 10 minutes left.

At least there's one good thing. My boss has figured out I am in no mood to talk to him nor listen to his banter. He is pretty much leaving me alone. I am afraid, with my pregnant hormones and moods, if he talked or even breathed too much in my general vicinity, I would throw my stapler at him. He has no idea he is a sitting duck. He also has no idea about my pregnancy. I dread telling him. He isn't exactly understanding about life outside of the Almighty Grain Elevator.

Oooooo, pregnancy. Lets talk about that. I had my first ob appointment. It went well overall. I am 7 1/2 weeks along right now. My due date is May 22. We get to have our first ultrasound at my next appointment in November. We are really looking forward to that. I am so excited to see Little Man's reaction!!

I'm feeling good, no throwing up or anything as of yet. I have had a sour belly from time to time, but nothing major. Hormones, well, they are definitely present. All I can say is poor, poor Hubby. I'm feeling a little tired, but unlike my first pregnancy, I have to just push past that. It's so different this time around. Last time I could come home and sleep all evening if I wanted. Now, I have a house to take care of and a 4 year old to tend to. I guess you just do what you have to do.

I am so looking forward to my pregnant belly. I felt so beautiful during my first pregnancy. I am dying to get the maternity clothes out. It's a little too soon right now.

Two hours, 58 minutes and counting....

I love my job, I love my job, I HATE my job...

Hello? Is This Thing On??

Yikes. I've been away for a long time. Too long. So here's a quick recap of my life before I move on to the present. Work is busy and my boss is still an ass (I detest him with every fiber of my being). Hubby is in the runnings for a promotion of sorts in his job (finger crossed). Little Man is finally adjusting to preshool. Thank goodness. There were plenty of tears shed, by Little Man and Mommy.

Now, on to the present. Hubby and I just found out last week we are expecting baby #2. It's been a long, difficult, emotional road. We had officially been trying for 1 year and 9 months. It was something neither of us talked much about outside of our bedroom. After trying and failing for so many months, it became something very private. Our family never knew we were even considering another child. It is something we both want so badly. Other than a few very close friends, it was our secret.

And now, here I am. Shouting it on my blog for everyone to hear. Well, everyone being me. And Diana, who already knows. WE ARE HAVING A BABY!!! It is so hard to contain our excitement. We told our family the day after I took the pregnancy test. Everyone is happy, surprised, but happy. I have already had 2 pregnancy blood tests to confirm my EPT results, and I have scheduled my first appointment with the doctor.

Now the only thing to do is convince Little Man that this is a good thing. So far, his reaction has been a little less than happy. Ok, he is downright pissed. He has this idea in his little head that if mommy and daddy have a baby, he won't be our child any more. He is very concerned about his quest to find 'new parents'. These are all his theories by the way. So begins our struggle with an almost 4 year old to understand that our family structure will change, our number will change, but not our love. See? That sounds good, right? Doubtful Little Man will understand that tho. I better get my pregnant butt to the library.

It's Fast Approaching

Even if I'm not ready for it, it's coming. Little Man will be starting preschool next week. Next Wednesday to be exact. I am so not ready for this. He seems to be. Well, sometimes. One day we talk about it and he couldn't be more excited. The next day we talk about it and he has decided he will lock himself in the bathroom so the kids can't see him. I think he will be fine. Its me and his father I am worried about.

Hubby and I are not ready for Little Man to grow up so soon. It seems now that he is to start preschool, I can already imagine him driving and graduating. I know, not a rational thought. But how can I be rational when my little boy is getting so big?! Hubby is the one I have to worry about the most. I constantly have to promt him to be positive when talking about going to school. He will openly express his sadness about Little Man going to school, or even come out and say he doesn't want him to go at all. Sure I feel somewhat the same way, but it's just something that has to be done. Hubby being a downer about it won't make it easier for Little Man, or mommy for that matter.

I am sure everything will be just fine. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. Hopefully I'll remember that as I drop him off on his first day, then wait two and a half hours before I can go back to pick him up. Oh, who am I kidding?? I will spend my two and a half hours sitting on the curb outside the prechool.

Stand By Your Man

The point of this post is just to get some thoughts out there. If anyone is actually reading this, it's not going to make any sense to you. I just needed to put into words how lucky I feel to be married to my husband. I just think he is wonderful. I have always thought that about him, yet sometimes it's easy to get caught up in day-to-day stuff and forget. He did something for me recently that no man ever has done. He stood up for me. He defended me. He protected me. What he did isn't seen by others as noble or honorable. To me, what he did makes me proud. I understand the motive behind his actions. I was there to see the emtion. I was on the receiving end of the look he gave me. A look I don't know if I can describe. It conveyed love, emotion, and the need for him to be my protector.

I love him. More than words can express. No matter what happens, or what others think, I will stand by him.

184 Miles and 7,984,256 'Hey Pa pas' Later

Last Friday, August 4, I had the day off work. It was for our yearly company outing to Cedar Point. I didn't go to Cedar Point as Hubby had to work and Little Man really isn't in to amusement parks yet. I was totally ok with not going; as I got older I turned into a big wuss and am too afraid to ride rides now.

I saw this day as a perfect opportunity to spend quality time with Little Man. I had a dr appointment in the morning, but after that our day was clear. I was contemplating not taking him to the dr with me, as I was having my newly-lanced abscess examined and was afraid I would cry or shout expletives during the exam. Pa pa to the rescue! My dad called me and asked if he could hang out with Little Man while I was at the dr. Great! Wonderful solution for me, and Little Man was more than overjoyed at the prospect of doing "guy stuff" with Pa pa.

Pa pa picked Little Man up at 8:30 that morning. After ensuring the car seat got fastened in properly (their was no car seat law when I was little), Pa pa and Little Man were off. They were heading to breakfast then to Pa pa's work for a bit.

After my appointment, I spotted my dad's truck at this little bar/restaurant on my way home. I called his cell, and sure enough, he and Little Man were still eating breakfast. So I stopped by. Upon entering, my dad gives me this big grin and tells me that when his phone rang he looked at it then told Little Man, "It's your mom." To which Little Man replies, "Don't answer it." Ha ha ha (note the sarcasm). Dad informs me he has to make a trip to get forks for his skid loader and would like to take Little Man with him. Of course Little Man is jumping at the chance, so I say ok.

Well, many hours later, Pa pa brings him home. Now, my dad is a good dad and a great Pa pa. However, sometime between raising two daughters and now interacting with his grandson, he has forgotten what is and is not appropriate to teach an almost 4 year old boy.

Pa pa to Little Man: "Tell Mommy what we learned about girls."
Little Man: "Girls stink and we don't talk to them."
Pa pa to Little Man: (proudly) "And tell Mommy who's corn field is across the road from Pa pa's corn."
Little Man: (grinning wildly) "Stupid Republican"

After one day with Pa pa, it is now official. Pa pa will be the first name on the 'call list' for preschool.