Happy Easter

I hope everybody has a good Easter today. We are off to church and then having the Easter dinner after with some friends. I will take pictures of Jack in his little Easter outfit and post later.

My stubborn Non-Walker

I have a confession to make. I am jealous of those Mommies whose March babies are walking already. Some (Ben!) even walked at 8 months! I want to see my Jackaroo walk! Is that too much to ask? I know he can do it because he actually walked 3 steps at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Michigan. But we tricked him into that. And ever since then, he is onto us. If he sees another walking opportunity in his immediate future, he will sit right down on his little butt and I could swear he says "NO!".

He does cruise around the furniture and walls like an old pro. As long as he can hold onto something, he will take off like there is no tomorrow. He also will walk all around while holding my hand. But as soon as I let go, down he goes on that little rear-end of his. Yes I have the most stubborn child in the world. I know that he knows I want him to do it and therefore he is saying "I am gonna make her wait - Ha! Teach her to make me walk before I am ready". I just know that is what he is saying.

I would really like for him to be walking when we go on our cruise in 2 weeks. I would love to see him at the beach walking up to the water's edge. I know I know I just want that Kodak moment. But another reason is that the boy is heavy! He is 25 lbs and seriously, I can't carry him for too long before my back starts to give out. There is a reason why babies need to start walking at this age - to save their parent's backs!

In other news - we have the sickness crud back in our house again! Daddy has been sick for the last week - missing work and everything. I feel for him because a couple of weeks ago, I too was a slug. And then yesterday, I pick Jack up from daycare and yes he was sick also. It really was pathetic how he looked. His eyes were totally swollen and red and just plain sick looking. But just like babies, he was feeling back to his normal non-stop energetic self this morning. Oh yay!

In fact, at this moment he is trying everything in his might to shut the computer off. So I'll say by for now.

The First Haircut

"What do you mean take it all off?"

Getting strapped into the horsie chair. The look on his face says it all - he's not too thrilled to be there.

Yep there were tears

Are you sure she knows what she is doing?

The finished product. Such a handsome boy. He looks so much older now!

4 out of 5 tests say...

There really are false positives on pregnancy tests. I don't know what happened, but 4 negative pregnancy tests later, I am convinced that I am NOT pregnant. I know what I saw on Sunday and that was a big ole fat positive pregnancy test, but as in the case with me and my fertility journey, it wound up being a confusing mess.

I still don't know what happened to this day. I am confused about the whole thing (which doesn't surprise me because anything with me and fertility has never been easy). I don't think that I have suffered a miscarriage because I have not started my period yet. But for me to be a week or two late is not unusual for me at all. I still have pg symptoms, but now I am really wondering if I am wanting to have them so bad that I have invented them in my mind. I really don't think so because they seem so real as my stomach is telling me that being away from a bathroom is not a good idea.

So who knows??? It is a mystery to me. I guess I will go see a doctor in a few days if I still feel this way. But 4 out of 5 tests say that I am not pregnant.

It was fun though for a few days thinking that it was true. It was fun throwing names out and testing them. It was fun thinking and kinda hoping that it was a girl that I could dress up. And it was fun telling family and friends that another was coming. However what was not fun was telling them that it was all a mistake probably. Next time, I will wait awhile to make sure. No shouting it to the world for a few weeks. Lesson learned.

So. Many. Thoughts.

Ever since I laid eyes on my positive pregnancy test, my mind has been on this roller coaster ride. It seems so different this time than it did with Jack. Last time, I was basically in denial about the whole thing. I really couldn't believe that it had happened to me. Yes, I was insanely happy about it, but at the same time, I was in complete shock and disbelief.

This time however, I know what is ahead of me and while I am insanely happy again with the idea of bringing another baby into this world, I have so many conflicting thoughts. In the last 24 hours, my mind has run the gamut of highs and lows, total happiness to total fear.

Here are just a sampling of some of my thoughts:

1. Bedroom/bed arrangement. Does Laura get the guest bed, while Jack will probably be big enough for Laura's single bed and then the new baby moves into the crib. Jack moves into the guest bedroom. Of course if new baby is anything like Jack, he/she will not be actually sleeping in the crib for at least 5 months. In that case, I will probably be sleeping in guest bed with new baby.

2. Baby gear - we need to buy a new infant car seat. The old one was broken - one of the reasons we bought the Britax car seat. Also note to self, never buy another Evenflo car seat - they suck. Double strollers!! Oh my gosh, I am going to be one of those mothers with a double stroller!!!!

3. Car - we need to seriously think about a new car. Our current "family car" is my Rav 4 which seats 4 and only 4. Two car seats, Mommy, Daddy, and Laura = 5. The math doesn't add up.

4. Work - how do you work with 2 kids? Daycare is double, the work to get 2 kids there is double. How do you not work and still pay the mortgage? How do you stay sane if you stay home with 2 kids?

5. I just got done buying formula!

6. Double the diapers!

7. I almost got back down to pre-pg weight! But not the size - go figure.

8. I get to feel another human being growing inside me again. I love the kicking and the moving and love the bond you feel during those 9 months. The only thing good about being pregnant (well besides having an excuse not to clean out the cat box).

9. I really want to give Jack a sibling close to his age. I think it would really be good for him.

10. It could be a girl and I could dress her up in all those cute outfits I see on the "other" side of the store.

11. Oh my gosh I have to go through labor again! Hey didn't they say that epidurals could be given earlier now? Thats it, I want one within 5 minutes after checking in!

12. The instant love you feel when you hold that little baby in your arms and think its all worth it and it is all going to work out.


Yep, I have truly lost my mind!

Oh yeah I remember this feeling...

I was just not feeling very well yesterday. My stomach was queasy, I felt very tired, and the sign that I knew - my boobs were sore! Yes folks, I took a pregnancy test and it turned out positive! And yes I am in complete and total shock. I was going to take a picture of the test and post it on here, but these stupid new pregnancy tests these days that say the words pregnant or not pregnant are just bad. After one hour it goes away!! Whats up with that? I wanted to show Jim when he got home and low and behold no evidence that indeed I am pregnant. I felt like "Grumpy old man" from SNL saying "In my day we just had one line or two lines and we liked it!"

I am in shock and really don't know what else to say. I am sure my future posts will be filled with just how much I hate being pregnant (and I do). I remember telling people that I just didn't know why women did it more than once. Well I am one of those women now. Go figure!

Jack Jack Attack

I don't know if you have seen the movie The Incredibles. Well we didn't until we bought the dvd this week. And besides being a really cute, funny, smart and intelligent movie, it has a short little movie on it called "Jack Jack Attack". The movie is about this family with super powers and they have a baby named Jack Jack. I really do believe they had our Jack in mind when they wrote the script. Well in the movie, they kept saying that Jack Jack did not have super powers like the rest of the family. But the short little film added to the dvd showed what super powers he did indeed have. Jack Jack was being taken care of by a baby sitter name Kari (ahh instead of an a) and well Jack Jack's super powers came out at this time. Jack Jack could go through walls, had lasers come out of his eyes, and put himself on fire with no harm.

At the end of the day, it showed the babysitter totally haggard and the house a mess. Kinda how I feel after a day with my Jack Jack.

Where does it all go?

On Wednesday, my blessed day off, we went shopping. Daddy was also home (a rare occurance where both Mommy and Daddy have the day off together). Mommy has been feeling bad because nothing and I mean nothing in my closet fits me. I am very close (finally) to my pre-pg weight. Yahoo! But that doesn't mean anything thing, espcially pants, jeans or shorts, fit me. You see, Jack has left this spare tire on my belly that will not go away. So the few pairs of shorts I bought last summer well they are too big and the stuff from the summer before (pre-pg or early pg stuff) they are still too small. And we are going on a cruise in 2.5 weeks! This is just not acceptable.

So on Wednesday, we all went to Kohl's in hopes of finding Mommy something to wear. Daddy and Jack both are totally set for the cruise. I am going to be with the 2 best looking guys there. But me - not so much. After trying on 4 pairs of shorts - 1 fit! So after trying on literally 23 pieces of clothing, I ended up with 1 pair of shorts, 1 pair of capri pans, and about 5 shirts. Argh. I do not like this post pg body of mine at all.

So after all that strenous shopping, we were all hungry. So we went to Chili's. Me feeling oh so fat decided to go straight to their "guiltless grill" and had a "guiltless chicken sandwich". And we ordered off the kids menu a corn dog and baked apples for Jack. And let me tell you, there was not one crumb left of Jack's dinner afterwards. He ate that corndog like an old pro, or I should say devoured it. Then I fed him the apples and those were all gone. Then he had some of my black bean stuff, and something off Daddy's plate. He ate more than me! And what did he do afterwards? We went home and he proceeded to take a 2 hour nap. Gotta love those corndogs!

He understands the opposite of No!

So tonight after I picked Jack up from daycare, I went to get him a new pair of shoes at the Nike outlet store. His Robeez shoes were really on their last legs. It didn't help that Daddy played "roll the baby down the driveway" this weekend where he skided them up and put numerous holes in the heels. It was a cute game where Jack was in his walker and we would let him roll down the hill of the driveway. Oh yeah and we did catch him at the end of the driveway, no need to call CPS on us. Jack thought it was the funnest game in the world.

So anyway, we are in the Nike store and I am trying a pair of shoes on a very wiggly and very stubborn Jack. He hates shoes and I mean hates em. So me trying a pair of confining Nikes on him is not good. So while I am struggling to get these size 4 shoes on him, he is wiggling and trying to get free. I keep saying "No Jack" and what does my angel son say? He turns around and says "Yes" right to me. I couldn't believe him! After many minutes of struggle and sweat and tears, I finally get these shoes on him and decide that they are good. I let him wear em out of the store.

So we are walking to the car and I am counting the hours until I can put my sweet angel to bed and maybe grab something alcoholic and he learns another new trick. He learns how to undo the safety belt on the stroller and is trying to stand up! So I bend down and try to buckle him back up and of course we are doing his usual struggle/screaming dance. I again say "No Jack" and again he says "Yes". Ahh the kid is trying my patience. At this point I wonder to myself how many times in a parents life, does one say "No"?

So my question is, if this is the terrible ones, what is the terrible twos going to be like? Forget that, I don't think I want to know. I think I want to be ignorant for awhile longer. Now where is that alcoholic something-or-other?

Random Pictures

Do I look good? Is my hair okay?

Brushing his hair while doggies are playing with his stuff

Little Jack's Corner (of the family room that is)

There she goes again with that camera

Just one more thing...

Lets have a talk