But I'll post about it today. Yesterday was our 7th anniversary! Seems like a long time.
I have an amazing husband, he's so supportive and such a hard worker. I don't think there are very many men in the world blessed with enough patience to put up with me, so I think of myself as very blessed to have found the perfect guy for me. And he's gorgeous, that's a huge plus.
We love to play and kid around with eachother. Our relationship has always been so easy and relaxed that it's seemed like no work at all to be married. I was told the other day that the first 7 years of marriage are the hardest. Well, if the last 7 years were the hardest I'll ever have to go through in marriage, then I'm set for life. The first year was a breeze and that trend has continued on for the next 6. I couldn't ask for better.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I keep getting comments
"Cheri! Have you lost a lot of weight lately???"
"You look so skinny suddenly!"
Well, here is the deal.
First, you must get yourself pregnant to the point where sticking anything anywhere near your mouth makes you want to vomit.
Second, send your 5 year old to school.
Third, make sure he gets the flu virus, this really is a must.
Fourth, get everyone else sick, including yourself.
Now, for any novices, the flu when contracted by pregnant women, can suddenly and violently land one in the hospital for Pneumonia without warning.
Fifth, get put on bed rest for a few weeks and make sure you continue on with not eating, occasionally having to go put an IV in for fluids to stave off dehydration and complete starvation.
Really ladies, this is as simple as it gets.
PS This may include having to call upon family members to come and take care of your family, having the ward take care of you, and temporarily turning your husband into a slave. As well as getting told by your doctor that you must put weight on.
"You look so skinny suddenly!"
Well, here is the deal.
First, you must get yourself pregnant to the point where sticking anything anywhere near your mouth makes you want to vomit.
Second, send your 5 year old to school.
Third, make sure he gets the flu virus, this really is a must.
Fourth, get everyone else sick, including yourself.
Now, for any novices, the flu when contracted by pregnant women, can suddenly and violently land one in the hospital for Pneumonia without warning.
Fifth, get put on bed rest for a few weeks and make sure you continue on with not eating, occasionally having to go put an IV in for fluids to stave off dehydration and complete starvation.
Really ladies, this is as simple as it gets.
PS This may include having to call upon family members to come and take care of your family, having the ward take care of you, and temporarily turning your husband into a slave. As well as getting told by your doctor that you must put weight on.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
China hutch make-over
I saw this idea on Little Green Notebook, went out that night with a bit of my birthday money, and bought myself some paper and double sided tape. I have never used paper to do anything like this before so I kind of picked a bad one to match the pieces up with, but I still love it!
If you click on the picture it will show you a full sized view and you can see the paper better. It brightens it up so much that you can actually see what I have in there.
This is the only picture I could find, but you can see how dark it was in there before. I've wanted to do something about this forever, but refuse to paint over the wood. This was perfect. And I can change it whenever the fancy hits me.
My project now is to put my prettier dishes in it, since they will be visible now. And I'm itching to buy paint, really want to paint my kitchen and dinning room and I've been in a big blue mood lately.
And this is just a random photo I came across. The girls are working together on a project and you can see the concentration. Serious work. And they're cute.
If you click on the picture it will show you a full sized view and you can see the paper better. It brightens it up so much that you can actually see what I have in there.
This is the only picture I could find, but you can see how dark it was in there before. I've wanted to do something about this forever, but refuse to paint over the wood. This was perfect. And I can change it whenever the fancy hits me.
My project now is to put my prettier dishes in it, since they will be visible now. And I'm itching to buy paint, really want to paint my kitchen and dinning room and I've been in a big blue mood lately.
And this is just a random photo I came across. The girls are working together on a project and you can see the concentration. Serious work. And they're cute.
It's a good thing one of us is productive
He woke up at dawn to go clean the church, he got his homework done, did a load of laundry, finished up the dishes on the counter, he took his car and got the belt changed out(and took the girls), and is currently in the kitchen making home made guacamole and pico de gallo to go with the mountain man breakfast he's making for dinner. Because the cilantro and lime flank steak he marinaded last night and bbq'd to perfection wasn't enough. It's like Saturdays are Brett's days to show me just how inadequate I am. But I'm still glad he's mine.
I on the other hand slept in till 9:45 after staying up until 2:30 watching a movie. Brett and the kids did their usual Friday night camp out in the living room in our tent. And of course I am choosing to blog instead of doing something around the house. In my defense I have been quite nauseous all day, but still I admit I'm being lazy.
This is sad. You know he's not feeling well when not only does he not eat all of his pulled pork sandwich, but then he asks to go to bed right after lunch on a Saturday afternoon.
And here is Lauren, telling me she can't find all the letters to spell her name. Anyone know if I can order individual letters for this leap frog thing?
I on the other hand slept in till 9:45 after staying up until 2:30 watching a movie. Brett and the kids did their usual Friday night camp out in the living room in our tent. And of course I am choosing to blog instead of doing something around the house. In my defense I have been quite nauseous all day, but still I admit I'm being lazy.
This is sad. You know he's not feeling well when not only does he not eat all of his pulled pork sandwich, but then he asks to go to bed right after lunch on a Saturday afternoon.
And here is Lauren, telling me she can't find all the letters to spell her name. Anyone know if I can order individual letters for this leap frog thing?
Friday, March 6, 2009
It's almost sort of like Spring
I got to finally buy the camera I've been drooling over forever, and now I'm so sick all the time that I don't even have a desire to use it. At least not very well. However, here are a few pictures that turned out cute dispite all odds, the odds being me feeling like crap and letting the kids dress themselves, and not doing anyone's hair before giving in and taking them to the park.
Why you ask does my baby have a green spot on her forhead and nose? Well, you can just ask my eldest daughter why that is.
Why you ask does my baby have a green spot on her forhead and nose? Well, you can just ask my eldest daughter why that is.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Guess What
Today I went and bought this
And this is on the way
To make way for this
Which will be arriving approximately on or around October 1st of this year.
I would put up the ultrasound pictures of the humanoid blob, but really, they aren't as exciting as this above picture. So everyone wave hi to the last little baby who will be joining our growing family!
My kids are super happy about it. I know it's a boy because all I think sounds good is milk(just like with Ethan), I'm not throwing up every few seconds even though I'm really nauseous all the time(just like with Ethan), and I just know it's a boy so that's what it is. With my girls I threw up every few hours every day for the whole pregnancy and all I wanted was meat, make it rare.
Yes, for people like my brother who said accidents happen, we WANTED this to happen, don't worry. I've been asked if I'll be sad with not having any more babies and getting to do the whole newborn thing. Well, I LOVE the newborn stage and I love having babies, but I can't tell you how excited I am to be done with it! I'm so ready to be moving on to the next stage, to NEVER have to go through the torture of pregnancy again EVER, and to never have to exercise my butt back into shape afterward. Oh gosh, I can't tell you how awesome that sounds to me! I can honestly say I am not in any way sad to be done, not at all. Ha.
At my appointment today, 10 weeks, my doctor says I'm very healthy and everything looks perfect. He suggested that I not gain my usual 50-60 pounds(at which time I looked at Brett and laughed) and that I stay within the recommended 20-35 pounds. Um, right, I'll get right on that. Ha. I wish he could look into my brain and see just how much I wish that were possible. I wish I could exercise without vomiting every time. I wish I didn't have to eat non-stop to prevent myself from getting violently ill. I wish I didn't look like I slipped into a fat suit by the time the baby gets here, but oh, well. Wishing doesn't accomplish much. And really lets be honest, I only weighed 120 pounds when I conceived this baby and I have only gained a couple of pounds so obviously I take care of it after my babies get here. Is it my fault that I have horrible pregnancies? No, I think not, and the doctor even said my weight was perfect, so what's the deal? End of rant, I promise. Just a bit touchy about the weight gain stuff.
As for the birth!!! Oh wow, I love my birth center. It's adjoining my doctors office and it's amazing! I get my choice of suite, complete with a nice big bed and a jacuzzi tub, nurses who have been trained by midwives, and a birthing tub as well! It has a kitchen and family area with a huge TV so siblings can chill out while the birth is going on. It's actually a part of the hospital so it's completely covered by my insurance AND it's even cheaper than going to the hospital since it's a natural birth alternative center. It's pretty much my ideal situation in which to give birth. It's a mile away from my house, maximum time to stay after giving birth(unless there are complications) is 8 hours, and I have my own person kitchen to keep whatever I want in for food. I've talked to the women who work there about my births and what I would like to happen and they have told me about how they are trained to help women deal with the pain and work through it. My births with Ethan and Lauren were very nice; however, Lily's birth was a nightmare. That stupid epidural I got made for the worst birth experience I've had and I will not do that again. Wait, I don't want to demonize epidurals, the little bit of stuff they were able to pump in me worked like magic so I couldn't feel the pain in my stomach and was pretty much ideal, but in my situation it just wasn't worth it. Five more minutes and she would have already been there and I could have skipped out on the nightmare it was getting it put in. I say if a woman is wanting some relief, an epidural isn't a bad way to go under a lot of circumstances.
Regardless, knowing I'm going to the birth center is getting me excited about this birth and I'm looking forward to the challenge, instead of dreading it, like I was with Lily. I made Brett tour it with me today!
Okay, I've written a book so I'll stop now.
Um, one more thing: am I a geek for already having the coming home outfit picked out for my new little boy?
PS: NO!!! It is not twins, and I have the ultrasound pictures to prove it. The doctor poked around in there for a while and made sure. I just require the double stroller because it would be impossible to go anywhere otherwise. With Ethan and Lauren just now well behaved enough to walk by us, and Lily absolutely needing to be strapped in at all times, I finally had no choice but to buy a double. And I already LOVE this stroller. I was afraid I would have to buy one of those $300 monsters, but then I saw this one for 90 bucks and it's small and light. I knew it would be perfect from first sight.
And this is on the way
To make way for this
Which will be arriving approximately on or around October 1st of this year.
I would put up the ultrasound pictures of the humanoid blob, but really, they aren't as exciting as this above picture. So everyone wave hi to the last little baby who will be joining our growing family!
My kids are super happy about it. I know it's a boy because all I think sounds good is milk(just like with Ethan), I'm not throwing up every few seconds even though I'm really nauseous all the time(just like with Ethan), and I just know it's a boy so that's what it is. With my girls I threw up every few hours every day for the whole pregnancy and all I wanted was meat, make it rare.
Yes, for people like my brother who said accidents happen, we WANTED this to happen, don't worry. I've been asked if I'll be sad with not having any more babies and getting to do the whole newborn thing. Well, I LOVE the newborn stage and I love having babies, but I can't tell you how excited I am to be done with it! I'm so ready to be moving on to the next stage, to NEVER have to go through the torture of pregnancy again EVER, and to never have to exercise my butt back into shape afterward. Oh gosh, I can't tell you how awesome that sounds to me! I can honestly say I am not in any way sad to be done, not at all. Ha.
At my appointment today, 10 weeks, my doctor says I'm very healthy and everything looks perfect. He suggested that I not gain my usual 50-60 pounds(at which time I looked at Brett and laughed) and that I stay within the recommended 20-35 pounds. Um, right, I'll get right on that. Ha. I wish he could look into my brain and see just how much I wish that were possible. I wish I could exercise without vomiting every time. I wish I didn't have to eat non-stop to prevent myself from getting violently ill. I wish I didn't look like I slipped into a fat suit by the time the baby gets here, but oh, well. Wishing doesn't accomplish much. And really lets be honest, I only weighed 120 pounds when I conceived this baby and I have only gained a couple of pounds so obviously I take care of it after my babies get here. Is it my fault that I have horrible pregnancies? No, I think not, and the doctor even said my weight was perfect, so what's the deal? End of rant, I promise. Just a bit touchy about the weight gain stuff.
As for the birth!!! Oh wow, I love my birth center. It's adjoining my doctors office and it's amazing! I get my choice of suite, complete with a nice big bed and a jacuzzi tub, nurses who have been trained by midwives, and a birthing tub as well! It has a kitchen and family area with a huge TV so siblings can chill out while the birth is going on. It's actually a part of the hospital so it's completely covered by my insurance AND it's even cheaper than going to the hospital since it's a natural birth alternative center. It's pretty much my ideal situation in which to give birth. It's a mile away from my house, maximum time to stay after giving birth(unless there are complications) is 8 hours, and I have my own person kitchen to keep whatever I want in for food. I've talked to the women who work there about my births and what I would like to happen and they have told me about how they are trained to help women deal with the pain and work through it. My births with Ethan and Lauren were very nice; however, Lily's birth was a nightmare. That stupid epidural I got made for the worst birth experience I've had and I will not do that again. Wait, I don't want to demonize epidurals, the little bit of stuff they were able to pump in me worked like magic so I couldn't feel the pain in my stomach and was pretty much ideal, but in my situation it just wasn't worth it. Five more minutes and she would have already been there and I could have skipped out on the nightmare it was getting it put in. I say if a woman is wanting some relief, an epidural isn't a bad way to go under a lot of circumstances.
Regardless, knowing I'm going to the birth center is getting me excited about this birth and I'm looking forward to the challenge, instead of dreading it, like I was with Lily. I made Brett tour it with me today!
Okay, I've written a book so I'll stop now.
Um, one more thing: am I a geek for already having the coming home outfit picked out for my new little boy?
PS: NO!!! It is not twins, and I have the ultrasound pictures to prove it. The doctor poked around in there for a while and made sure. I just require the double stroller because it would be impossible to go anywhere otherwise. With Ethan and Lauren just now well behaved enough to walk by us, and Lily absolutely needing to be strapped in at all times, I finally had no choice but to buy a double. And I already LOVE this stroller. I was afraid I would have to buy one of those $300 monsters, but then I saw this one for 90 bucks and it's small and light. I knew it would be perfect from first sight.
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