Packing Bags

Here's another cute Frank story :-)

The other day after my check up, Frank and I were in the back yard enjoying the warm weather and talking about everything we needed to get done before the baby gets here. I told Frank that I needed to go ahead and start putting together my overnight bag in case I do go into labor early. And Frank said, "That's a good idea. Will you pack my bag to so I don't have to." And I looked at him with a confused look on my face and asked him why I needed to pack a bag for him. As sweet as anything, he says, "Well I am going to need clothes and stuff to stay at the hospital too." And I said, Frank, we aren't exactly checking into the Hilton. I'll pack your toothbrush and some basics, but if you need to take a shower or something, you can just run home. And he says, "Oh. Well I didn't think about that. I thought I would need to stay with you the whole time." So if anyone wants to visit us after the birth, you can fund us at the Hilton Resort :-)

It was both the cutest and funniest thing I've heard. He is so excited about this baby. But he is starting to get very nervous....not about the baby....about the delivery. He keeps checking to make sure that my Mom is also going in with us. When we talk about the delivery he says, "I'm getting a chair and setting by your head and I'm not moving or looking at anything. And when the baby gets here, I would prefer if they went ahead and cleaned him and wrapped him in a blanket before they give him to me." He's so funny about everything! It cracks me up.

Laughter pretty much gets us through everything. Our wedding....our arguments....and most likely the delivery. I feel like I should video tape Frank during the delivery and sell copies of it!

My Little Husky

I just had my checkup and I got to see my little Husky! At 33 weeks, he is already 5 lbs. and 2 ounces!!! According to my doctor, I am measuring at 36 weeks!!! He said there is no way I am making it to my due date. So I have mixed emotions....first pure elation that he's almost here and then pure fear that he's almost here!!!

I have not started 'nesting' yet, but boy has Frank. As soon as I told him what the doctor said (he went to the ultrasound, but skipped out on the exam) he immediately started spouting off our list of things that we needed to go ahead and get done. So I think Frank is going to be a little mother hen. I told Frank that my body is technically at the 36 week point, so I couldn't over exert myself. :-) Hey, I need to go ahead and milk it while I can!

So I am now in overdrive mode b/c I really think this baby is coming mid-April and my doctor seems to agree! I told him today that I am not woman enough to pop out a big baby, and he assured me that he had plenty of drugs to help me through the process. I'm starting to get nervous now...

Nursery

The crib is up and the dresser is in. I'm getting the nursery organized, so I should have pictures up this week! It is looking so cute. Frank won't admit it, but he is in love with the fishing stuff in the nursery. I think I compromised very well and gave him a true "little boys" room, but it is still so precious! I can't wait to show everyone.

And Sunday, I was actually nice...ALL DAY LONG!!!! The claws didn't come out once! I feel the need to brag on myself since Frank has been giving me such a hard time about my 'mood swings.' And the house is starting to come together...after 2 years! Our new living room furniture is supposed to be in at the end of the month, and we have been getting window treatments made, so hopefully those will be hung by the end of the month too. And Frank is working on a flower bed in the front of the house...I hope he knows how to keep them alive! I do not have a green thumb! By the time everything is done, we'll feel like we are living in a brand new house! Which is good b/c we'll be so broke by the end of it that we won't be able to go out anymore. So we'll be at home eating sandwiches and potato chips if anyone wants to come over and join us :-)

Wildcat

Wildcat is my new nickname according to Frank. Apparently my claws can come out at a moments notice. So I thought naming this post Wildcat would make him feel special.

I had my 32 week checkup last week. I can't believe my due date is so near! I am beginning to feel pretty miserable and feel very uncomfortable. My doctor's eyes got huge when she measured me this week and immediately started asking a ton of questions. Apparently, my 'growth' has not slowed down at all and according to the doctor, "I've got a big one growing in me." But she said not to worry too much b/c it's all baby since I've only gained 10 lbs so far. (No I am not bragging...we all know I wasn't tiny to begin with.) So she is scheduling another ultrasound to make sure nothing is wrong, and to see if they might have miscalculated my due date. My Mom went with me to this appt. and I was so glad. The doctor asked her a lot of questions b/c child birth is hereditary, which I was not aware of.

I'm moving a lot slower now! I have to constantly take breaks if I'm cleaning the house because my legs start to swell. And I get the feeling that something is about to 'fall out'. That's the only way I know to explain it. (Sorry for the details.) But my sweet, sweet Momma and Madison came and stayed Friday night with me. Maddy had a field trip in town, so after it got over, she and momma just went to my house Friday while I was still working. When I got home, my entire house had been cleaned and ALL the clothes had been washed and folded!!!! Madison even scrubbed my bathrooms! And she insisted on buying the cleaning supplies with her own money! My bathrooms are so clean. Frank had the biggest smile on his face when he saw how clean our house was. He asked momma if she wanted to come and stay every weekend with us! She has no idea how much it helped me out. My house has been driving me crazy, but physically, it has been impossible to get everything clean.

So now, I am slowly getting the nursery complete and ready for my little man. And I am taking it easy from here on out.

I've Made Progress and Mood Update

The nursery is now painted and Frank hung the new ceiling fan. Which really surprised me, because he usually does not mess with electricity so I was impressed. And I bought bedding that I think is adorable. It's by Kelly Rightsell and is called Fly Fishing. I wasn't really into the themes, but I loved this one. And I thought Frank would appreciate having a really 'boy' nursery, so I secretly picked this out just for him. I was going to do more of the circus animals- elephants and monkeys, but he wasn't really crazy about that. So I sure do hope Tyler likes fishing! And I finally decided on a pale green color called Aloe for the walls. The furniture is being delivered this week. As soon as it is set up, I will post pictures. But for now...here's a look at the bedding.

Now for my "Mood Update." It is still very unpredictable. My house is a complete mess and every time I go home, it makes me ill. And apparently there is some rule that only females can operate a vacuum cleaner. And while we are on that subject, did you know that grocery stores only allow women to do the shopping. I don't know who came up with those rules, but if I knew who it was, I'd do everyone a favor and shoot them! So you can see that the horns are still out and Frank can not win for losing right now. I am going to call someone to clean my house for me as soon as I put it back together. Which still seems silly to me...You have to get your house clean so that someone can come and clean it. Go figure. Momma is coming up this weekend, so I should have everything together by then. And once my house is put back together....I don't plan on doing ANYTHING until the baby gets here. I mean, I am not lifting a finger! No cleaning...no cooking...no nothing. We'll either starve or do take out.

And the baby is getting HUGE, which means I am getting HUGE!!! So that doesn't help either. I have to do a "roll" just to get out of bed in the mornings b/c I can't sit up! I feel like Porky the Pig! I just don't see how my stomach can stretch any further out before it explodes. So I have definitely hit the miserable stage. And I look at my other pregnant friends and they are just so darn cute right now. And I feel like a blimp. And it doesn't help out when Frank points out that I have a new stretch mark!!!!! He finds this very funny and he keeps asking me, "Will they go away after the baby gets here." I want to reply, "Will you go away after the baby gets here." But I don't. So would someone please give him a call and tell what What TO say, and more importantly, What NOT TO say to a very pregnant woman!!!

And just for the record, yes I love Him and no he is not THAT bad, but this is my outlet to vent so that I don't strangle him, Palmetto Alarm, and annoying people that keep calling me on the phone. (Which by the way...the alarm people are SUPPOSED to show up today and god help them if they don't.)

The Hormones are Raging!

WARNING: I am venting in this post. Read it at your own risk.

All through my pregnancy I have been pretty level headed. I haven't had the crying or emotional outbursts. But boy have things started to change! I'm to the point now where I can't sleep and everything on me hurts and aches. So needless to say, I have a very short fuse these days. And it all started yesterday...

During my kitchen re-do, I had to get my alarm system taken down and I have been trying for 4 weeks now to get it reinstalled. I have been nice through the reschedules, and the "we can't be there until next week." And after 4 weeks of this, last night I got tired of being nice and went off on Palmetto Alarm for about 30 minutes. I think what really set me off was when I tried to explain that I had tried to work with their schedule for the past 4 weeks and now I just wanted it put back up, considering I have been paying for the service while the stupid thing isn't even hooked up!!!!! And the smart a@@ had the nerve to say, "Well we didn't tell you to take it down." At that point, I literally lost it. And I have NEVER gone off on anyone like that. Frank, who was calmly listening to everything, got a look of fear in his eyes. So just for the record, if you are looking for an alarm, I would not recommend them. They kiss your butt when they want you to sign a contract, and then once it's signed their customer service is crappy!!!!!

So then, after I am in a bad mood, Frank starts asking me "When are you going to pick out a paint color for the nursery." So one question to everyone...are husbands really not that smart? I mean honestly, if I had just got done chewing someone out and the horns were clearly protruding from my head, would you ask me if I was able to get a paint color? Bad timing!!!!! And then after he sees the demon coming out again, he tries to back track by saying, what color are you thinking. And I say, either light blue or light green. At which point he says, we'll just go and tell them that's what you want and let's go ahead and get it done. At this point I am thinking if I could plead temporary insanity and avoid the electric chair for killing my husband. Because apparently he has never been to a paint store.....DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SHADES OF BLUE THERE ARE? So I tell him if he's in a hurry, go pick a color himself. And when I don't like it, it's going to be repainted. At that point, he goes to bed and the demon in me calms down...at least for now.

So poor Frank is living with the devil. The alarm people probably have me on their "Top 5 Most Hated Customers" list (although they deserved getting chewed out). And the horns are still out, b/c I'm still ticked off about my alarm. But now I feel better having vented. And for now, I don't think Frank wants to divorce me. Just 9 more weeks............and hopefully I will be back to normal.

Great Weekend!

This weekend was really good and productive. I had my living room just about cleaned out on Friday, when Frank began bringing everything from the 'soon-to-be-nursery' into the living room so he could take down wall paper. For the past 2 years we have used this room as our junk room so you can imagine what was in there. And once again, my living room was covered with boxes and piles of stuff to go through. It was emotionally draining just watching him bring everything in and pile it on the floor. Just as I was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel....

So on Saturday morning I started cleaning again. Then Mom came up around lunch time so I could take her to the furniture store and get her opinion on a crib. And she loved it, so I bought a crib and a dresser (and I got an AMAZING deal on the dresser.) Then we went to lunch and went back to my house. Momma felt sorry for me when she saw my living room. It's starting to get difficult to clean for a long period of time. My body starts to hurt from all the bending and standing up on hard wood floors. So Momma said, "I'll help you go through a couple of boxes before I leave." Needless to say my momma was amazing. We had the ENTIRE living room cleaned and all the boxes gone through within 2 hours. I could not have done it without her!!!

And Frank got all the wallpaper taken down. It took 2 days of non-stop work but he did it! I would never tell him this...but I would have never had the patience to do that. But he slaved away and did an amazing job. So now the nursery is ready to be painted...and no I have not picked out a color yet. It's on my extremely long to-do list. But I will get it done. Maybe I need to call momma back up here to help me with that list :-)