Came back and then left.

So three Mondays ago my husband came home and asked me what I was doing on Wednesday. Nothing, I replied, why? Because I'm having a surgery. You are?
You see my husband has been thinking about becoming a woman lately and he's finally going to go No. I'm kidding. He had a hernia that was going to be repaired. He's doing well now even though he's still considering that woman thing... healing from this has been hard and painful for him. It's hard to see your love in agony, that's for sure. So, that's where I've been for three weeks. Finally when I got back on the bandwagon of blogging, I became a single mother of three and lost my energy. I don't know how you single moms do it. Cause, dang every night I was SO tired after cleaning, cooking, bathing, playing, feeding, carrying, chaufering, nursing..in the feeding way and the pill giving to the hubs way, among other things. I couldn't think of even turning on the computer. I didn't realize how much I depend on my redhead on a daily basis. My man starts back at work tomorrow. I'm going to miss him here all day but at least we can get back to our routine. Hopefully life won't throw me any more curveballs...even though I'm sure it will.

Like that 80's song about obsession (FYI I'm about to use that word alot)

I have a new obsessesion. And when I say obsessesion, I mean O.B.S.E.S.S.E.S.I.O.N.

I can't help it. The cuteness has gotten me. It's so bad that I ignored my hungry stomach, let my son watch a movie in the middle of the day and my baby girl take a really long nap on my visiting madre, rather then on me.

You see, I learned how to make bows, yesterday. Like little bows that I can put on a headband and accessorise my sweet baby girl's beautiful head with. Yesterday I made three. Today I sat down and made eleven. Eleven brightly colored, animal printed, polka doted adorable bows! All adorned with jewels and buttons and cute little flowers. I was downright giddy as I sat at the table listening to 90's music, cutting one ribbon after another with new ideas flooding my mind. That qualifies as obsessed right? When I was done, I brought out all of Miss H's clothes and tried to match a bow to each piece. P.S. I'm loving having a little girl! I realized though that she has a lot of yellow, brown and a kind of kelly green in her wardrobe. And I don't have any ribbon to match. Travesty. Sooooo I'm heading to the fabric store tomorrow. Because my girl needs to have a bow to match everything. Right? Right.

My little model and her Daddy

Next up? I need to learn to make those little curly bows! And figure out somewhere to store all of this cuteness.

It's coming down the track

Do you hear that train?

It's red, blue and yellow and every time a sweet little boy sees it he yells out,

 "CHOO CHOO! WOO WOOOO!"

It just makes a Momma's heart skip a beat. That cramp in my right hand from pipping all that icing is SO worth it!

My baby is turning two on Tuesday. How did that happen? Tomorrow's his birthday party. We will have 9 kids plus their parents descending on us for dinner and tons of fun. I'm really looking forward to it, but most of all I can't wait for him to come downstairs after his nap and see the house all decorated just for him.

Just pretend this is one of those pretty Papyrus cards.

This is for my friend back in California. My friend who we had to leave behind when we moved away. My friend who is an absolutely wonderful mother and an amazing friend. The sacrifices and hard work she is doing right now to reach her goals and keep and continue making her babies lives amazing, is amazing. I wish I could give her a hug right now. I wish that I could walk around Target with her and sit and get pedicures with her. Then maybe neither of us would be lonely.

She always makes me feel so good about myself. Her compliments and positive attitude toward/about whatever I"m doing, lift me up. I still haven't found someone like her out here in Texas and I don't think I ever will. I wish that I could make her feel as good about herself as she does I, because she is an awesome person. Her babies are so sweet and so smart and that is because of her! As a friend I could go on and on. I mean she came to my wedding over an hour from her house, THREE days after giving birth! She was there to support me and the hubs the whole time he was deployed in that far away land. And she's been here for me while I go through a difficult time in my life...even while she's doing the same. Only the very best people would think and care about others the way she does.

I'm lucky to have her in my life as is anyone that has ever met her.

Now go out and infiltrate that circle of friends, you deserve to have fun. Continue being strong and proud of who you are!

Love you!

The moment I realized I could do it.

Take care of two kids all day by myself, that is.

*If you missed my announcement yesterday of the birth of my baby girl, go here.

I was nursing Miss H on our front porch while HRJ was playing in the yard. All of a sudden he starts to scream and I look up to see him standing on an ant hill. I could see the evil, mean, bitting ants swarming his legs. I jumped up, ran over to him, lifted him off of it. Ran to the tangled up hose, pulled it over to him and started spraying off his legs.

All while my boob hung out for all the world to see and Miss H was craddled in my arm.

When HRJ was ant free and I was back nursing Miss H on the porch I did an inner cheerleading splits in the air thingy and mentally high fived myself. I can do this!

It's been awhile...

Since I've been around. Ya. Sorry bout that. I kind of had a "I don't feel like blogging" pout for 6 months or so. So many things have happened. We've moved again..while I was 38 weeks pregnant. We made a trip back to California to see the family. We've made Texas our home at least for the next three years. I've gotten a really nice tan with no actual laying out involved. And most importantly, we welcomed an absolutely scrumptious little girl on May 20th. Miss H weighed in at 7lbs 8oz and 19 3/4" long. Only one ounce more than her big brother and the exact same length, crazy. I basically gave birth to HRJ's twin 21 months later.

Miss H has brought so much to our lives already. She's got a smile that goes all the way to her toes. It is too cute! HRJ is in love with her as are the hubs and I!

In your face bad info giving doctor!

Because I found out today that I don't have gestational diabetes! Fist pump in the air! In fact everything was completely normal. Every.single.blood.draw. was normal. So those bad results were all because of the doc up in triage. Boo on you doctor! Boooooo on you.

I did the three hour glucose test last Tuesday and luckily it really wasn't that bad. Phew.

The three days before the test I had to eat a high carb diet, which sounds good now but while I was in the throws of it, it was awful. My body could not handle all that sugar. Every day I would have an episode where I would *almost* pass out. The last one was in a store while I waited for a clerk to check inventory on a stroller. As she was calling the back room I was having hot flashes and gripping the counter. Making a lovely seen I stumbled over to the only seat I could find (which was being blocked my some man that I had get around) and took deep breaths until I returned to normal. It was all sorts of fun. And it got me really wondering if maybe I did infact have gestational diabetes. I mean I must if I kept having these issues, right?

Anyway back to the actual test,

I was told I had to fast again, this time for longer than I did the week before. I was all sorts of nervous when I read that! My test started at 7am. Oh M gee that was early to be up, showered and in the lab! They took my blood at 7,8,9 and 10am. And I'm happy to say I didn't pass out any of the times. Unlike with my 1 hour glucose test the week before. About 8:30 I did feel hot and passy outy but I blame that on the extreme hunger that I was suffering from. All in all though it really wasn't bad, thanks to the wonderful tech who I requested for sessions 2-4 after she did an awesome job the first time.....When I saw the guy who was drawing my blood last week, though, when I fainted caused all my quesy feelings came flooding back. Ugh.

I'm so glad that this is all over and I can return to my regularly programmed pregnancy and concentrate on things like willing this little girl out of the breach position.

I do have this question for the lab though, would it kill you guys to get a couple comfy chairs for big pregos who can't lean back in your chairs, if they you know, want to breath to sit in while they hang out in your lobby watching CNN for 3 hours? I think not.

Oh and here's a picture for you from Friday when I started my 30th week. Crazzzzy that I'm already there, btw.