Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Kale and his sister's first fight

Kale and his sister had thier first fight.  Have I mentioned that his sister is still growing inside my belly?  Yes, they fought, they just didn't know it.  As this happened somewhere between 5-6am, I am pretty sure God woke me up just to give me a preview of what is to come my way.

Kale likes to sleep with his feet resting on my upper thighs when I am facing him in our bed.  Yes, he still crawls into our bed sometime during the night.  Anyway, back to his feet.  He was still quite asleep but his feet here searching for just the right location on my legs.  He will dig and squirm them into just the right spot that he deems comfortable.  In the meantime, baby girl started doing gymnastics in my lower belly.  My lower belly is becoming larger and there was only a small amount of space between my lower belly and upper thights (my legs were bent at the hips and knees).  Kale started wiggling his toes and feet in that small space.  Let the fighting begin.  He would wiggle my lower belly.  She would punch/kick/something back.  There wasn't a ryhthm to it and it wasn't always an instantaneous response...but it was enough to make me laugh. 

Oh, what we are in for....

Friday, January 7, 2011

From the world of Kale

Recent comments from the world of Kale:

While still in bed, he said "Mema, you forgot me in bed!"  In his little world, why else would she have left him sleeping in bed while she went on with her morning?  I mean, really? She must have forgotten him! 

We have been explaining to Kale that his daddy is about to start some training at a school and also telling him what his job title will be.  Kale has decided that he will go to his own school and train to be the same thing: a wild offerfer.  I will let you ponder that job title for a while.  One thing is for sure, he has the wild part right and doens't need any additional training for that aspect!

I want(ed) to be an ostrich

Started this a couple of days ago...just now finishing and publishing...

Just for today, I want to be an ostrich.  I want to stick my head in a hole and just not think or see anything.  I know its a terrible attitude to have, but at the moment I am just feeling very overwhelmed.  As usual, there are a lot of if/and/buts floating around in our family.  I am not complaining about that.  I am thankful for the blessings that have put us in these if/and/but situations.  Its just that today, for one day, I am overwhelmed with it all.  Oh and then you can throw in the overly emotional aspect of being pregnant.  Heck, maybe I just need a good cry.  The whirlwind that is our life just has me feeling so many different things:  excitement, fear, anxiety, dread (but thankfully not dead), and a weird combination of happy/sad all at once. 

In the coming weeks, my husband will start a new job and the training will pretty much require me to be a single mom for the next 16 or so weeks.  My husband will be around (thankfully) but will be distracted and rightfully so.  We are also not sure if we can stay in our current county, so we are putting our house on the market in the coming weeks.  I need to go through pretty much everything in our house and decide if it should go to storage, be given away or sold, or if it should stay in the house because we will need the item to function at home.  Have I mentioned that I work full time? 

This past week has been dedicated to getting the house prepared to go on the market.  I can't take credit for much of this activity at all.  The majority of credit goes to my husband and my mom.  I can't bend/reach/etc very well, I can't paint (fumes bad for baby), and by the time I get home from work I tend to be pretty useless (or at least feel that way). 

On Wednesday, we had two different people come to our house.  One came to service our heating unit.  That wasn't fun.  He turned off the gas to the unit, checked it, and then informed us that he couldn't turn the gas back on to the unit because it would be a huge liability for him, his company, and us.  He aslo informed us that we might have been breathing in a little carbon monoxide for a while now.  Great.  Oh...and it was $710 to fix the little problem the NEXT day, which mean we spent an entire day without heat in the house.  Stepping out of the shower and int 57 degree air was kind of harsh!  The countertop guy came out and let us know that it was going to be twice what our agent told us to refinish our countertops.  This isn't necessary, but would be helpful withe selling our house.  Then, I lost it.  I am an emotional girl and apparently growing another emotional girl.  The tears just kind of hit me and wouldn't stop.  I kept trying to tell myself to suck it up, but that didn't work.  I talked to my boss and took the rest of the day off. 

Thursday morning rolled around and life was ok.  I know things could be so much worse.  We have a house that is now well heated and we haven't died of carbon monoxide poisonging.  Yeah, things could be so much worse.  These things are minor and I know that...but my emotions didn't.  Life goes on. 

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The outsideagans

Santa brought Kale a Leapster game system and two games.  One of the games is the Backyardigans.  With the past few days, Kale has picked up on the name and will tell us he wants to play.  The only thing is that he sometimes jumbles up the name.  He might ask to play the Backyardigans, or he might ask to play the Outsideagans.  Gotta love it!

Kale is getting....

Sometime around the end of May, Kale will be getting a little sister.  At the moment we are lost in the world of pink.  Ack! 

All those comments I have made about being sure this was a little girl that was wreaking so much havoc on me...I was right!  I came up with a middle name today that would be a constant reminder that she has been this way since conception...but I have already forgotten it.  Ah, pregnancy brain!  Anyway, when I needed to call her by her full name (and I am sure that I will!), I would be reminded that she was just being true to who she has been all along! 

I went through a pink stage once in my life...I was 13 and the stage lasted two full weeks until I decided that putting on makeup, doing my hair, and wearing pink (or other feminine colors) was just too much hassle.  Then I went back to my Levi jeans and t-shirts! 

I have known for a long time that God and my mom are in cohoots with one another.  It shouldn't surprise me at all that I am having a girl.  It also shouldn't surprise me at all if her first words are "bow" (for her hair) and "frilly dress".  I am going at this with the attitude that I have a lot to learn about bows, hair, and dresses....while at the same time hoping that she much prefers her brother's jeans and t-shirts and enjoys "digging in the dirts" with him while they fight over action figures and dump trucks!