i want to smell a newborn

a bloody eye and a girlfriend

Doesn't he look like a big boy??

living the good ol' days

Once upon a time it was just you and me, Coley...

70

I'm now 70 weeks pregnant.
No, really look at all those 70's in our forecast.

GLORIOUS!!

point of reference

Left picture: the day before I had Colt. [10.5lbs]
Right picture: me now with 4 weeks left till due date.
Granted the picture on the right is slightly zoomed...but still.
Similar?

I'm scared. haha.

he was cold

Colt got sick the other night at mom and dad's house. We gave him a bubble bath in the sink and then put clean jamies on. This is what he does after the bath when he's cold. Please notice his little belly.

Poor Coley got sick on the car ride home too :(

Not a fun night, but he was good for at least 1 laugh.

36

Here I am at 36 weeks. Excuse my arm for looking like a man's right thigh. It's just as large and probably just as hairy. There you go.My baby is getting huge. This pregnancy is much, MUCH different than my first. It has been pretty easy over all I've just been way more nauseous and starting last week my body has started to deteriorate at lightening speed. My back ain't. Ain't what?? You might ask. It just ain't.

No really, it hurts, a lot. I usually can't stand for more than 5 minutes at a time and a few days ago I started to get shooting cervix pains and round ligament pains in the middle of the night. A few nights ago I was dreaming that I was in really bad pain. I slowly started to wake up to realize, oh boy!!...it wasn't a dream. Andy woke up from the sound of me yelping, 'Ow! Ow! Owieeee...Ow!' and helped me roll over to a comfortable position where the pain went away.

I've also had bad heartburn this time around, but sweet Kaley read my about my dramatic meltdown on my blog from the other day and brought me over a brand new pack of Zantac AND a Cadbury egg. So the heartburn is no longer an issue. Isn't she a doll? I'm pretty sure the Cadbury egg was gone before she pulled out of the driveway to head home. Cadbury eggs...the best thing to come along since the easter bunny.

But really, all whining aside it hasn't been that bad. I consider pregnancy an awesome blessing. I know there are woman who would cut off their arm to be able to carry a child. I don't ever want to take it for granted.

Today before Andy left for work I told him I'd call if my water broke. He said he would appreciate that. I laughed. Maybe today is the day? We shall see!

p.s. You'll be happy to know we've tested Andy's Blackberry and we can blog from it. So no worries, we'll keep ya'll in the loop de doop when baby girl comes.

so much to say, so much to say.

Every time I sit down as of late I either want someone to rub my feet or I want to close my eyes...blogging hasn't made it to the top of the list. This is me pushing through my foggy haze. Are you proud of me? Please say Yes. Don't make me cry.

I've got some cute videos of Colt I was going to blog about. Some stories from his 1st ever puke session. Pictures of my baby belly. A new 'slide' video from our trip to the park this spring...far less traumatic than his first experience on the slide. I also made some cute hospital onesies for Molly and I crocheted a hat to match. All of these things I want to share but can't keep my eyes open enough to do so. Maybe one day I'll get to it.

Yesterday was my 35.5 week appointment.  I measured at 37 weeks. I also was, surprisingly, 80% effaced and 2cms dilated. When my doc said that I was like WHOA. Okay, this could happen, like SOON. Then I got home and freaked out because we don't have her car seat ready...All her clothes have tags on them still...I don't have any Dreft...What's she going to wear home from the hospital?...Who is going to stay with Colt while I'm in hospital...We don't have any pink blankets, she'll be wrapped in blue for the rest of her life...Do I have plans for the dog?...Is someone going to video/tape take pictures for us...Is Andy's phone equip to blog from the hospital? BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'M HAVING A BABY and I'm not prepared. It's amazing how much more relaxed you are with the second baby.

Andy laughed at me yesterday as I was barking out my Molly To-Do list...then he said something that made a lot of sense, Mo, just get out a piece of paper and write it all down before you forget. Smart man! I was sitting and was so tired I couldn't move so I said I'd make my to-do list when I got up...AND when I did, I of course forgot. So the last paragraph I wrote is officially my to-do list. Let it be written.

So, I think it's safe to say the baby is coming. I have an ultrasound scheduled for next Thursday to see how big the baby has gotten. If she's packing on the pounds I'm pretty sure they'll schedule an induction. A matter of weeks folks and I'll be holding my baby girl. I really want to see her face.

Last night I was holding a pink stuffed elephant Molly's gotten as a gift and I mentioned how good the elephant's nose would be for Molly to teethe on. Colt had a ducky and when he was teething he would chew on the ducks quacker. It would get so slobbery and gross but he loved it and I washed it, it was just cute. So when I mentioned how the pink elephant would be a good chewie for Molly it made me start to cry then Andy gave me 'the look'. 'The look", is something I get often lately...this 'look' is a combination of him saying 'Aww, honey' and 'Here we go again'...typically after the look he says, "Don't get started! Be happy!" TELLING SOMEONE TO BE HAPPY DOESN'T MAKE THEM HAPPY. He be crazy sometimes.

Then I started to cry more because I had heartburn and we didn't have any Zantac and Kaley told me I could take Zantac and we don't have any money and my back hurts and I have a head ache and Colt is so grown up and I don't want you to go to work tomorrow and I'm hungry. See how that works? That's called a meltdown ladies and gents. I'm perfecting them.

Hopefully my baby will come soon but I still have more than 4 weeks left until my due date so I'm trying not to get too pumped up. Well, I just looked up from the computer and Colt threw an entire load of folded clothes off the ottoman and all over the floor, better go before he throws them down the basement stairs or dips them in the dog's water bowl.

Have a glorious day my friends.

vivi's glasses

He's only broken a few hundred pair.

flute beatbox

This is tiiight. Watch.
[In high school when something was really cool, we would say it was tight]

Fast forward to 14:30 too.

dirt ball

Yesterday some of my family came over for an impromptu cookout. We all sat in the sunshine while my little cousins ran around with Colt. He was in little boy heaven.

I'm realizing now more than ever that boys and dirt are like peas and carrots. Seriously, at one point yesterday I looked out to the back yard and saw Jack playing with sticks and little action heroes in the dirt. A few seconds later Colt decided to get comfy and watch so he just laid down on his stomach. In the dirt.

DIRT BALL.

Bath time is no longer optional.

spring shopping

I have a coupon this weekend for 30% Old Navy and Gap and luckily I don't live too far from the outlets and the coupon is good for the outlet pricing too. I planned a last, last minute trip with my mom and were making a day out of it. Shopping, lasjdflkasjdfkl I love.

Typically what happens [as I'm sure it does with most mothers] I go to buy myself something and end up getting a pack of gum for me and carts full of clothes for my children. It's now worse since Molly came into the picture. Little girl clothes are irresistible..

My focus this weekend is Colt's closet. He's got clothes but most of them are play clothes and sweats. I've realized that Molly is going to be in the most adorable little sundresses and rompers while Colt will be wearing sweats for the rest of his life. Not that they aren't comfortable and practical, just not near as cute. My children need to match.

We have no need for the underwear quite yet.
They're just so cute.

34

Well, there she is at 34 weeks. I feel like I could go into labor tonight and Moll's would be 8 lbs. But alas, my body does not go into labor, I have to be induced. Sometimes I pick Colt up and run around just to see if I can make my water break...all I've gotten so far is winded and a back ache. Meh.

At my last appointment she was head down and measuring two weeks ahead of schedule. Thankfully all my doctors have said that they're not going to let me go late like I did with Colt. Which is smart because if I had to go week late again you might see on the news for standing at the hospital with a torch and a pitch fork threatening to take the place down. Not a machete or numchucks, but a pitch fork

For all my new readers who may not know, I went a week over due with Colt. Therefore he was the size of small hippopotamus and weighed in at 10lbs, 5oz. Yes, I used drugs. Yes, I was able to birth him vaginally. Yes, I am awesome. But, I'd rather not have to do that again

I've been having all sorts of weird dreams lately too. Well, not just lately, I've been having them since I got pregnant. I dream that Molls is a boy, or Molls is a boy and a girl, TWO BABIES. I already have a plan if she is a he. Andy and I have decided on a back up boy name and I've made a plan of action on how to change the pink nursery into a boy nursery.

You'd think these dreams would go away, but I'm not officially sold on the fact that Molly is a girl. We had an ultrasound at 18 weeks [kinda early] and there were no boy parts...but there was no undeniable evidence that she was a she, we just weren't able to see anything else...so we went with it. I mean, I hope it's a little girl...she's got realllly, reallllly cute clothes! But really, if my little girl is a little dude all I would be sad about is the clothes. Boys are great. I just want a healthy baby. Ok, enough talking like a crazy person. I'm having a little girl and until I see something different, I'm going with it.

I think.

just dance

My family is kinda, sorta, really obsessed with Just Dance, the Wii game. Just to prove how good we are, I've sliced and diced some of our home video footage from last weekend. Please make sure you check out how good my little cousin Jack is while busting a move, how talented my Dad is at moving both his arms with only one good rotater cuff and how talented my Grandma is at dancing in high heels. Enjoy!

Featured Dancers: Serena, Tommy, Grandma, Spencer, Jack, Abby, Maddy, Caleb, Mo, Meghan, Dad and Colt.

chucks

When Colt was born his Uncle Spencer bought him a $25 pair of shoes. Insanity! I don't even spend that much on my own shoes but I thought, he wants to spoil him so I'll let him. When he pulled the shoes out of the box they were a toddler size 7. For some reason Spence thought all shoes smaller than his size 12 monster foot must fit all tiny baby feet. We had a laugh.

Anyhow, these shoes have sat in Colt's closet for 1.5 years and finally they fit.

Please meet...the Chuck Taylors.

Leave it to Uncle Spence to make sure my dude is stylin.

If only all shoe strings really tasted like those fried potato shoe strings.

the flu

Sometimes I tell Andy I wish I could get the flu so I can sit in bed all day and sleep and eat soup and be babied and have Andy take care of Colt. I know that sounds ridiculous. But, I'm ridiculous, what can I say? Mommas never get a day off...ever. Now, now...I live and breath my son. I'm the woman who misses him roughly an hour after I put him down every night. I pretty much just want to sleep for an entire day.

I haven't slept well for two nights in a row now and I'm to the point of just crying at anything at all...simply because my brain hasn't rested in quite some time. It's fried. Sorta like an egg.

Baby girl is TAKING OVER and by taking over I mean, my stomach is in my throat, my throat is in my eye sockets. Which makes eating anything very interesting. I could try to lay down and feel like barfing a few seconds later or just continue to move in an upright position and pray I sleep tonight.

What I really want? The flu.

quiet time

Usually when I hear nothing in my house, it means Colt is eating dog food or he's gotten the cap of my chap stick and is eating it as an afternoon snack. Lots of eating going on.

The other day, when I heard nothing and saw nothing, I went on a little boy hunt, expecting the worse. When I found him he was sitting in the sunshine with his bible and his blankie, mumbling it to Copper.

My heart melted.
Then I took this picture.

He is the sweetest thing that ever lived.

brunch with benefits

Today my friend Emily came over. She lives in Chicago and we always hang when she's in town...good times are had, let me tell you. Today she brought over breakfast. She made a feast of bacon, eggs, bagels, blueberries, raspberries, grapes and cinnamon rolls! al;ksjdfl;kasjdkfas. SO GOOD.
I love breakfast.

THEN...get this...she did my dishes. LOVE HER.

AND THEN...she went outside and threw a slobbery ball to Copper for 30 minutes to wear her out for me. LOVE LOVE LOVE her! It's the small things that really bless my heart...like playing with Copper. So helpful.

This picture was taken during Christmas a few years ago. Every year she comes and helps me decorate my entire house in one night for the Christmas season. Yet another reason why I love her. Sometimes we get silly.

I'm spoiled.
And I have really great friends...

43 degrees

It's only 40ish degrees outside, but in Indiana that's considered Spring. Well, Spring enough to go outside and walk it out. Colt borrowed a pair of Grandma's shades and sported them the whole time. He cracks me up.

I think we'll uncover Mom's pool today.

off with their heads!

Seriously, What kid would want to see this movie? As if the cartoon wasn't messed up enough...it's come to life.

Alice in Wonderland - Trailer Viral/Other SPIKE.com

I'm a chicken, I know.

32

Looking quite gross and frumpy in the picture but whatcha gonna do?

32 weeks is close to 40 weeks.
And even CLOSER to 39 weeks.
And that's is all I learned while attending South Bend Public Schools.
Seriously. That's it.

the dinner table

We hadn't used our newly cut/shortened dinner table until the other night. Andy made dinner and even though Colt had already eaten his dinner while we were cooking ours, he insisted on sitting in the chair like a big boy and joining mom and dad.

I walked into the kitchen to grab something and when I walked back I couldn't believe my little baby was big enough to sit at the table. I looked at Andy and said, just wait until all the chairs are filled and we have people yapping back at us. That will be weird. He's a civilized man, eating at the dinner table with sippie cup in hand. He kept dipping his cranberries in his chicken and taking a bite. I'll have to remember to use chicken as my next dipping sauce of choice. Every once in a while in true boy fashion he would kick his stinky little foot up on the table just to show us how flexible he is. Then we told him to mind his manors.