Archives for December 2013

This year’s Christmas list.

Christmas is quickly approaching. If you haven’t yet purchased my gift, have no fear. I have created a list for you. Please and thank you.

 

 

1. This velociraptor wearing a Santa hat. I will also accept a velociraptor wearing a party hat. I’m not picky when it comes to velociraptors.

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2. Wine. I’m stocking up for after this baby is born.

3. No one touching me for an entire day. Who am I kidding? I will accept 1 hour. This means someone will need to come and get my preschooler, my husband and this darn needy cat and take them for awhile. Of course that leaves the fetus that is still cooking in my body because it’s not time for her to come out yet. I can deal with that as long as everyone else gets out of my hair for a bit.

4. To stop seeing anything about Duck Dynasty on Facebook. Or Twitter. Or blogs. Or on the news. Make. It. Stop.

5. This Men With Cats Calendar. I don’t know why.

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8 weeks.

I’m now 32 weeks pregnant. That means I’m on an 8 week countdown for new baby. And also until I can have a glass of wine again. I kid, I kid.

I don’t kid at all actually.

This pregnancy has not been a walk in the park. It has been a long exhausting walk full of nausea and anger and stabbing. Alright, there isn’t ACTUALLY any stabbing. Yet. I have to stress that yet. I still have 8 weeks to go.

I had terrible nausea and sickness in the first trimester that resulted in me losing 7 lbs. I thought once the nausea passed, all would be well but I was so very wrong. The nausea actually never really went away, it now just shows up for different reasons, like severe heartburn or simply when I move around too much, like going up and down stairs. This actually happened the night before Thanksgiving. I was home alone with Bella that evening and was working on cleaning up the house and putting away laundry. I went up and down the stairs about 4 or 5 times putting things away and then I suddenly needed to get myself to the bathroom ASAP so I could puke. Bella followed me to the bathroom and insisted on being right on top of the toilet with me. “Mama, you throwing up? Ohhhh I SEE it!” After a few minutes of puke watching she left the bathroom and went to her room and got a blanket and a pillow and came back and made herself a little bed in the bathroom floor. I guess she decided it was time to settle in and get comfy.

The she proceeded to chatter incessantly about her day when all I wanted to do was pass out, but instead I tried to give her my undivided attention in-between heaves. Then she took off her pants and came over the exact toilet I was puking in and sat down on it so she could go tinkle.

THEN she went into my bedroom and got some Tums and tried to shove them in my mouth because she said I needed my medicine. She knows I take Tums but doesn’t really know why, she just thinks it must be my magical medicine that makes anything better.

That story is just an example, situations similar to this one seem to keep happening.

So like I said, countdown: 8 weeks.

 

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My child: the surprise ruiner

By the time Christmas arrives, Bella will be almost 4 because her birthday is at the beginning of February. I have to say this is the first year she is really “into” Christmas. The first year, she didn’t know what was happening. The second year she didn’t know what was happening either, but enjoyed opening presents. Last year, she sort of understood, but didn’t exactly show any real excitement about it. This year is fun. She likes to ride around in the car looking for Christmas lights. She enjoys Christmas movies and songs. She was thrilled to put up decorations and decorate the tree. Her little bedroom is like a winter wonderland. She even has a wreath on her bedroom door. We have been making lots of homemade ornaments and crafts, which she enjoys. But of course, her favorite part is the presents. We’ve figured out that we really can’t put any presents for her under the tree right now because she becomes preoccupied with them and begs and begs to open them. So there are only two small things for her currently under our tree, everything else is still hidden away. On the other hand, Bella doesn’t have a problem with presents for OTHER people being under the tree. She rather enjoys having lots of gifts under the tree, as long as they aren’t hers to obsess over. So, I’ve taken to letting her assist me in wrapping presents for other people and letting her place them under the tree.

I thought I was a genius and then it back fired. You see, whenever someone comes into the house, she immediately goes to the tree and starts picking up their presents and takes them to that person. Bella can’t read any names other than her own, but she has committed to memory which presents belong to whom. It’s really quite impressive. Then she proceeds to tell that person what is in each package. For instance, this is a conversation that she had with her father the other day:

Bella: “Here daddy, this is a present for you.”

Husband: “Thank you, Bella.”

Bella: “It’s from Mommy.”

Husband: “Well that’s nice.”

Bella: “It’s chocolates.”

This same thing has happened with almost every present under that tree.

Long story short, no one is going to be surprised by their gifts around here this year. I’ve gotta stop letting that kid watch me wrap things.

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