Bon Voyage!!

So, we are headed out on a cruise this upcoming week for my in-laws 50th anniversary.  Truth? I am SCARED to be out in ocean, a teeny little cruise ship in a vast body of water.  But, I have no choice b/c everyone in the whole family is going (except my Baby A, she's staying with my parents).  Anyhoo, none of them know I'm pregnant, so it should be awesome fun hiding it from them. 

If you don't know me in real life, you don't yet know that I'm super neurotic (I blame it on my OCD) and I've been thinking over and over and over again how each one of us will meet our demise (sharks, pirates??)  At this point I can't tell if I'm naseous from morning sickness, or from the stress of imagining our boat being ransacked out in international waters. Watch the news people! It can happen! 

See you in a week (God willing!)  

A hate-hate relationship

Its amazing how something the size of a blueberry can make someone the size of...well...me...feel as sick as I do.  Not to blame it ALL on my little speck, but I have to blame someone right?? And I've tried blaming the hubs and, although sympathetic, he didn't buy it. Its par for the course, I know, but it still stinks. The "hate-hate" part...thats my relationship with food. If I eat, I feel sick. If I don't eat, I feel sick. If I think of food, I feel sick. I dont drink much now (well, none now that I'm pregnant), but I have only had a few college nights that have resulted in a hangover...and this feels just like that but without the whole acting-like-a-fool thing. 

I'm already sucking down Zofran and it seems to take the edge off.  I'm grateful for it this go around b/c last time it was not covered by insurance and I had to take Phenergan, which knocked me the heck out.  I was completely non-functional. I'm adjusting to the idea of four kids...slowly...but this is the very worst part for me.  This is the part where you're praying to make it to twelve weeks, praying to stop feeling horrid.  Its hard to enjoy anything...even the miracle of life...when you have to drink a teaspoon of water every 20 minutes to avoid throwing it up (BTW, during my first pregnancy...even THAT didnt work). 

We leave for a cruise next week and we are going with my in-laws. I can NOT imagine how this trip is going to go...morning sickness coupled with motion sickness...and we werent planning on telling them yet. Wish me luck...I desperately do not want to throw up in front of them.  Sigh. 

Mommy, Papa is a bad babysitter

So a few nights ago I had a post-placement to do with this family. You really should read their blog...they are some of the most patient, kind-hearted people I know.  Their children are SUCH a joy.  So, I was there doing post-placement visits on all three of their beautiful Chinese daughters, and had enlisted the help of my father-in-law to babysit b/c hubs was out of town. 

So, all goes well and the next day, Middle A tells me that she thinks Papa is a horrible babysitter.  I asked her why and she explained that he wouldnt let her sneak out of her room at bedtime. Ok, whatevs.  So then I go to brush Baby A's teeth, and find this thick, creamy mess all over her toothbrush.  I asked what it was, and she goes "Papa did it."  I could not, for the life of me, figure out what it was...until I happened to glance at the smushed tube of Desitin next to the sink.  Ew ew ew ew. Baby A told me that Papa brushed her teeth with it the night before! 

So, quick call to Papa confirms he was not wearing his glasses and just grabbed the "toothpaste" and brushed her teeth. He said Baby A gave him a heck of a time. Well, I guess she did!  Poor little thing. So, while Papa is a great role model, grand father, farmer...he might not be the best baby sitter! :) 

July 4, 2012

That is when this little speck is due. Speck is my new favorite word as the littles have been watching Horton Hears a Who...so thats what I'll be calling this little one for a while.  I'm sort of ok...still dealing with the shock, feeling like I'm going to barf at any moment. I had hyperemesis with my oldest daughter, and I could not keep ANYTHING down for 20 weeks. It was horrendous...so far, I seem to be doing a bit better than that, but I still feel lousy.

I have no clue how to tell our parents. My parents will probably be thrilled...I'm an only child and so our rabbit-like procreation means more grand babies for them.  I just feel like a teenager who screwed up, even though we are married, employed, and can take of our own.  The parents have a way of making me feel like I'm 16 again. 

I'll post a pic of the speck later. I saw a strong heartbeat, which I am grateful for, and just ONE baby, which I am also grateful for! 

Oh how I miss the 80s

So, I've been on Pinterest a TON lately. Its my addiction. Well, shortly after discovering this treasure trove of crafts, ideas, recipes, cuteness...I discovered that a ton of women, who appear to be my exact age, are posting pictures of "vintage" toys (I still refuse to believe that anything I played with as a child could be considered vintage!). Anyhoo, I started copying pictures left and right. I got them all at pinterest.com, and they got them all somewhere else...so not sure who to cite here...but if you remember this stuff, you are awesome too!!

This was my very very first stereo. Awesome isn't it?? Now, those colors SCREAM Florida Granny...but in the 80's...awesome.

I can't remember what these are, but I had one!

Got this on a trip to Scroon Lake somewhere in NY. It came with little teeny piano lessons!

My mom bought me a Popple when I was sick as a kid. Mine was purple and I threw up on it right after we got home. I was sad.

I still have these in the basement!!!

Each year, I got a new one of these. Everyone always wanted to play with it because it was JUST THAT COOL.

Breakin' 2 Electric Boogaloo!! My cousin Nicole, who was infinitely cooler than I, introduced me to this movie, whihc we watched about ten times in one weekend. (she was the first girl I knew to wear leggings and a huge sweatshirt!)

Charms!!!!!

And what would the 80s be without scrunchies? Nothing...the 80's would be nothing.

yum...I wish Nabisco would realize what a good thing they had going!

Pogo Ball...we would all bring t hem to recess and jump until we felt sick.

Just wait for 80s part II!

Shallow and shameless

But I'm going to ask anyways!!!!  Please please please vote for me for the Mary Kay contest being held through November10.  My coworker gave me a "makeover" with all Mary Kay stuff and the top three winners get to go to NYC!! I honestly just want to get my husband up there because he's never been before and I think it would be an awesome trip. He does a lot for us as a family, but we don't really have the finances to take trips on a whim...so, vote vote vote!! All you have to do is enter your email address.  I entered my own email address (I know, lame, but I really want to win) and I didnt get any junk mail or anything.  Here's the link.  My before picture is absolutely horrible...hopefully it won't break your monitor. Be warned lol!
ps...you can vote up to five times!!!  :)