Please Pray

My Aunt is very, very sick and in the hospital. While I only have limited details (And this is not the place to broadcast her and her family's lives.) please keep her in your prayers. She is way to young and wonderful to be sick like this.

The Great Hair Debacle of 2008

I've basically been so anxious about my hair mishap for two days now I can't relive it in full detail. Long story short: I went off base, a man (who I'm pretty sure now has had no formal training in cosmetology) 'painted' my hair with bleached stripes. I left in tears. The salon at the bx was able to remedy it (as best they could - which was a pretty good job considering the damage done) but I'm very very very blonde now. Like, almost platinum blonde.
I'm considering dying it brown at my next appointment and I'm surfing Amazon right now for a meditation CD. (No, I'm not joking).
This 'mishap' made me realize that my anxiety has gotten a little out of control. I want to nip it in the bud before it starts interfering with my daily life.

I knew it

It looks like the Y's swim faster than the X's in this family.
Carter will be joined by his BABY BROTHER on or about Dec. 9th*!

*They moved my due date to Dec. 16th now since baby seems to be large and in charge. I'll have my section at 39 weeks which puts me having him around Dec. 9th.

I'll also be deleting the girl name poll, but thanks for voting anyway!

Baby Time

Tomorrow afternoon at 1:00pm S. Korea time I will be finding out if we're buying pink onesies or blue!
Unfortunately, Cory has to work (surprise, surprise huh?) so I might just torture him for awhile and make him do tricks to find out. heh.
I'll post as soon as I get home but it'll be in the middle of the night for most of y'all. So check in as soon as you get up!
I can't wait!

I'm on to you

So I decided I was going to start trying to drink Ensure a few times a week to meet my calorie needs. A few crackers or cookies here and one maybe two meals a day there isn't cutting it. I remember Grandma drinking it a lot. So this morning I drank the chocolate variety and am pretty sure I've figured out a secret I wasn't supposed to know.
I'm pretty sure this is how 'they' subdue the old folkies. With all the calories (even from fat) and vitamins in this horribly-chalky-disgusting drink I figured I'd at least have a pep in my step this afternoon. However, I feel like I didn't even sleep last night. I haven't been this tired in weeks!
I'm on to you, who ever you are...this is why you're passing out Ensure at nursing homes like it's going out of style! Those poor, poor old folkies. I'm calling for a national boycott! Let's see what kind of fight these people really have left in them.

New Candidate

for Pilot Training. Step aside!

New Mom Fog

When I look back at the time right after I had Carter, sometimes I can't believe the things I was doing or decisions I was making. My rationale was completely unrealistic and I'm very appreciative of all my family who put up with me in that time.
When my MIL stayed with us, she asked for a pillow and I ACTUALLY took the dog's pillow, changed the case and gave it to her. Luckily I mentioned to her (as I was handing it to her) what I had done. She politely declined the pillow.
What was I thinking?
I made both sets of grandparents sleep on a horribly filthy futon. There were pet stains and pet fur all over it. They just put sheets on it and slept on it without a complaint.
Very soon after I had Carter, the huz and I had a very very big fight. (Yes, my childless friends, the weeks right after baby aren't always Johnson&Johnson commercial appropriate). We were fighting in the car and I actually tried to get out of the car WHILE IT WAS MOVING!
On my 21st birthday, a good friend had called me and offered to watch Carter for the night while the huz and I went out. Carter came down with a cold the day before and I declined her offer. We took a sick baby on my 21st birthday (Which I'm totally sure he enjoyed more than being cuddled in loving arms at a friend's quiet home.) I just couldn't ration is my head "She's had two very preemie babies and is way responsible and would never let anything happen to this kid!"
Another good friend offered to watch Carter for the night so the huz could take me to the ER when I was dying at about 7 days post partum. Instead, I made her come with me and Cory stayed home with the baby. Which, kind of makes sense, but what she told me made more sense. Carter needed loving arms and a bottle. I needed my husband. I still couldn't rationalize it.
There are so many many more bizarre things that I did in the "new mom fog", but those are some that have always stuck with me. I know that it'll be a lot different this next time around. In fact the picture I imagine is that I'll go in, they'll remove baby and we'll go home like nothing ever happened. I'll strap the kid in the sling and he or she will follow Carter around with me all day. But I guess I just wanted to acknowledge everybody in my life's awesomeness for dealing with it. This next birth I hope visibility is good and I'm not flying IFR.