Thursday, May 12, 2011

Hello there

Wow, it's been a long time since I've graced you all with my literary presence.  I really haven't written much of anything in any of my blogs, so don't feel like you're the only people I'm ignoring.  It's not for lack of things to talk about, it's the lack of time it takes to sit and get it all out. 

So, I'm 34 weeks +2 days pregnant.  I feel like the size of a baby beluga (sing with Raffi and I, will you?) and I still have 5 weeks to go.  I can't even imagine how much larger I can get.  I kind of anxious about getting back to my non-pregnant state, as the heartburn, nausea, dry-heaving, feeling like a furnace, aching back, etc of pregnancy is getting really old.  Like really old.  Like, it got old about 2 months ago.  Bets are in, and most people think I will deliver earlier than my June 17th scheduled date.  I would be inclined to agree.  However, now that we are all expecting her to come early, she'll decide to stay put until it's time.   I can't wait to meet the little one.  Can't wait to see who has been taking up residence in mah belly for the past 8.5 months.  I can't wait to see who she looks like, or see what her personality is like.  I can't wait to yell at her for kicking me in the ribs all night every night.  Damn kid. 

Jack and Emma have been...interesting....and that is putting it nicely.  Emma is fully entrenched in all things terrible two, for she is 2 and she is terrible.  Yes, cute little Emma is a beast.  She just about lives in time out, throws tantrums, bites, hits, yells, tells me no...Good times in my house.  Jack is slightly better than her.  He's full of energy from the second he wakes up in the morning to the moment he lays down in bed at night.  Double naptime still happens, so for that I'm eternally grateful.  Emma's speech has improved immensely, and Jack is getting ready for preschool (MY BABY BOY IS GOING TO SCHOOL?!?!?!?).  I'm just so proud of both of them...when I'm not so frustrated with both of them.  Adding #3 into the mix will prove to be very interesting. 

We are most likely taking the house off of the market until next year.  Response to our completely redone, overhauled house has been less than stellar.  Yeah, yeah the market.  Yeah, yeah the recession.  Yeah, yeah shut up.  Our house rocks.  I'd want to live here if I wasn't already (and if I didn't have (almost) 3 kids).  Hopefully, a year will make a difference and we can get this place sold.  I'm okay with this.  totally okay with it.  It took me a long time to be okay with it, but I'm 'there' and it's fine.  It's simply just not our time.  Our neighborhood is great and we've made friends and we really enjoy being here, so that makes having to stay even more okay.

I was just about to end this, when I realized I didn't post about the person who became the main focal point of this blog.  Joey.  He is more than halfway finished with his chemo treatments.  He looks wonderful.  When you think 'chemo patient', you think skinny, pale, gaunt, bald, etc.  This has not been the case (knock on wood 3 times, please) for Joey.  If you didn't know the kid was sick and going through treatments, you would never peg him for a cancer patient, that's for sure.  His attitude remains positive and he's managed to not get too, too sick.  Impressive.  Still, we take one treatment at a time, and his journey isn't over by a long shot. 

I guess this can be it for now.  I'm hoping to catch son's Z's while the kiddos are sleeping.  Which is code for I'm going to eat ice cream and watch TV .