Must be school picture time! Warning: Graphic Description

I know with each pregnancy I get a little "treat"

With Logan,

it was the itchy "pregnancy rash"

that cleared up 2 days before my appointment

with the dermatologist.

In the future they told totake a picture before it clears up.

Right.

With Hunter,

it was the massive vomiting each day from 4-7 pm

in the 1st trimester

and the horribly blotchy skin

in the 3rd trimester

and in the weeks after

having him ripped through my abdomen

giving bith.

Hunter was also lucky enough to get the face frenzy as well.

Cute.

I am currently experiencing an ailment

unlike the previous two.

Acne.

Sigh.

And not even acne.

A rash-like smattering of

tiny,

large,

random,

bright red,

well ok,

acne.

It's like I'm in high school

and

pictures are on 

Monday.

Except,

I don't even get the satisfaction

of sitting on the bathroom sink

and 

popping these badboys

until the mirror is splattered 

with 

zit juice.

Yes,

these sorry excuses for "zits"

have.

no.

heads.

The nerve.

I am all for the pregnancy "glow"

but 

my face has the glow

of 

hot

MOLTEN

LAVA.

Not the look I was going for.

Is this what the girl hormones are doing to me?

I guess if this is my penance for having a girl,

I'll take it.

As if my fat ass wasn't enough.

0 to baby.

Since I announced that we will be having our first girl, I have been told by some that they didn't even know I was pregnant.

Have I really been glossing over this pregnancy?

In short,

I kind of have.

This is pregnancy #3

and

while it has been pretty great so far,

it has been pretty regular.

I truely love being pregnant

and

pretty much treat it the same as

NOT

being pregnant.

I don't really restrict myself.

I try to eat well,

but

when you have nausea,

you eat what you can.

Something is different now.

Now that we are having a girl.

I almost feel guilty for being this excited.

Thinking PINK!

About 12 weeks ago I took this test.

It said I was pregnant with our
3rd

BOY.

I was happy.

I had my boy name chosen.

Duncan.

I love that name.

I kicked my self.

I had given away all my infant clothing up to size 12 months

and

my maternity clothes.

I started buying a few things.

I love shopping.

Fast forward to Friday.

20 weeks.

Sonogram day.

We went as a family.

Logan and Hunter

fought over a bag of dried cherries.

Baby was not cooperating.

 

All scrunched up,

crossed up,

wiggly,

and

thumb sucking.

Femur length,

heart view,

tibia length,

another heart view.

Maneuver the wand.

Screaming when Logan decides he should hold the bag.

The wand shakes my uterus.

We get a clear shot.

(Sounds like a sniper sighting his mark, doesn't it?)

Logan replies that he would like a baby

SISTER

because he already has a baby brother,

of course.

Logan got his wish.

But he says not yet.

"My sister is not ready yet."

Getting to know me!

 
This Sunday I am participating in my first blog carnival hosted by Keely! So, go on, get to know me!



1. If you were stranded on a desert island and could pick one person to be stranded with you..Who would you pick? Family members not included.

This is a tough one! Maybe Oprah? I know if I was lost with the big "O", I would have the best chance of being rescued! Good ole Gayle would have the entire Navy and Coast Guard out looking for OOOOOOOOOprah! Imagine the book deal I would get about my life stranded with Oprah! LOOOOOve it!



2. Do you read celebrity gossip?

I do! I don't activly search it out (unless I catch a rumor on TV or something), but I do check MSN almost daily just for something to do.



3. Favorite show you're waching this season?


I love me some Real Housewives or anything Bravo! I recently changed my cable package and Bravo was axed, so I'm off the stuff. I haven't bothered to watch online...yet!


4. How tall are you?


I am just shy of 5'5


5. What was the last book you read?


I am almost finished with "Cleaving" by Julie Powell. I am not enjoying it. At all. She is the author of "Julie and Julia" and I have not read it or seen the movie. The content of "Cleaving" is just not what I expected. I may read "Julie and Julia" just to compare.


6. Flats or heels?


I generally wear heels when I'm not wearing my Uggs.



7. If you had to choose one natural disaser to go through, what would you choose..Earthquake, Tornado, or Hurricane?


I have been through a tropical storm and lost a roof. I can only imagine what a hurricane would have done. I have been through a jillon tornado warnings and live in tornado alley. Missouri is also on an active fault line that once made the Mississippi run backwards and rang church bells in Boston. I just hope we don't get a tornado and earthquake at the same time!


8. Thong, panties, or (gasp) granny panties?

Thong, thong, thong, tha, thong, thong, thong! I do occasionally wear "regular" underware. I do not wear granny panties though! I did once have to borrow a pair from my mother, because I forgot to pack underware. They were satin-like and made my pants fall down all day. I just gave up and went camondo untill I got to Old Navy to buy some blessed thongs!

Serious business.

His own personal Sprite.

Sweet nector of the gods.

I am not worthy.

"You are, son! Have another sip."

I AM worthy!

2010. I'm comin for ya.

Time to get to my 2010 resolutions!

• 
  
  Get rid of HALF of everything in this house (excluding anime, manga, and Agent Anime's toys). Seriously. It all needs to go.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Spend less money/Become less of a consumer.
  
  
  
• 
  
  PAY OFF DEBT! The fact that we are even in this position AGAIN floors me. HUGE goal!
  
  
  
• 
  
  Eat better.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Cook from scratch.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Stop eating out so much. It's really, realy ridiculous.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Get ORGANIZED! I mean for really, real. Really.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Work on me.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Work on my marriage.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Blog about it.
  
  
  

I need to become more accountable. I will use my blog to do so. No, really. I will. I mean, I want to.

Much. Much. Better.

Maybe resting your head on the toilet for those few precious moments isn't so bad after all, because

I am healed!

I almost has a set back when I read this post

at my friend Nancy's blog.

I re-read it today and those eye balls don't sound half bad!

The ironic twist in a story is fun too.

Tomorrow I resolve to post my resolutions,

as today I was playing catch up around this place I call

a sty

my lovely home.

Sick.

statement: I am so sick.

question: How sick are you?

answer:

So sick that I actually considered resting my head on the rim of the toilet.


So sick that I lost my mind and had a few sips of orange juice.


So sick that it's become increasingly clear that there are WAAAAAY to many commercials for food on TV.


So sick that I actually pray that the stomach cramps mean that I can SIT on the toilet this round. My prayers have not been answered since round one.


My New Year Resolutions coming soon. I hope.