She's Horsey.

I'm up getting The Nut ready for school and she's eating breakfast----well, she's supposed to be eating but she's really just running her mouth. She coughed and cleared her throat and turned to me and said, "I had to do that because my voice was getting horsey." I threw my head back and laughed and she said, "I mean, I was talking horsey." I still laughed and she just went back to eating.

Now, when I was growing up my mother used to say we were being "horsey" if we were backtalking or had a bad attitude. I still don't understand how that word means that but it does fit The Nut in a special way.

Ah........Pregnancy Insomnia

For the record, the only reason I'm even posting is because it's 4:30 AM and I can't sleep. I went to bed at around 11, woke up at 2 and have been on the internet since then. I'll probably get exhausted and need to crash right before the kids wake up.

We had family/maternity pics done today by my cousin's wife Alicia. Thank goodness she's family too because Frito was a turd. She is most definitely coming into the Terrible Twos and she was NOT having it today. The Nut went the opposite direction and wanted to be in every single picture. She was even acting as set director and throwing out ideas for poses and where people should stand. Alicia took it all in stride though and we got some great shots in spite of Frito's scowls and The Nut's camera hogging.

Now that the pictures are done this little one is free to come anytime. Except for Monday because my mom and sister will be out of town and my sister says she can't come Friday either because she has movie plans. LOL April 7th is sticking out in my mind although I'm not putting much, if any, stock in it because so far I've had 2 births and NONE of my predictions about them came true either time. It's still fun to speculate though.

I've been told that I'm much more mellow this time around and that people aren't scared to call me so that's nice. However, things didn't get really bad until I hit 40 weeks with Frito so things could change. I think her birth though is what's different about my outlook this time. It happened so fast I went from thinking that I had NO signs of labor and it wasn't ever going to happen to holding a baby in less than 3 hours. It's sort of proof that it really CAN happen even if you feel like you'll be pregnant forever and not to stress over it. The past few days I've been having the tiniest signs that things are settling down where they should be and that I will, indeed, be giving birth soon.

We somehow had lost a video camera AND some of our tapes with Frito's birth and other stuff on them. We searched through the trailer, the house, the rent house we'd been in, my FIL's house where we had stayed and we called relatives to ask if we'd somehow left it at their house, etc. Nada. My FIL actually found it today hanging on his coat rack underneath a jacket. Not only does that mean that we had passed it dozens of times but it's kind of scary because this is the same man who cannot keep up with a checkbook. He lost his checkbook 3 times in 6 months. The last time he called me to say he was heading to the bank to close his account before the stolen checks could be cashed. He called back 5 minutes later to say he had found it------in his OTHER pocket. No kidding.

So I stuck Frito's birth video in and TGTBT walked in to see what I was doing and I started crying. He asked what was wrong and I said, "I can't believe I'm about to do this all over again." He sort of got a soft look on his face and rubbed my back and I realized that he was thinking that I was getting sentimental about having a newborn and all that jazz. I set him straight. "That was the single most excrutiating experience of my life and I'm doing it again!" LOL

It is a little scary to think of the pain because watching that video brought it back pretty clearly but the excitement of labor and seeing that baby for the very first time dulls it somewhat. And I've actually gone from swearing I NEVER want a fast labor again because it's so intense and out of control to hoping this one is even shorter. I figure if I have to hurt I may as well hurt for the least amount of time possible even if it would hurt a little less if labor lasted longer.

As you can see, I'm preoccupied with the birth and nothing but the birth so this may be my last post until the baby is here. Unless I keep up with this insomnia.........

Has it Been This Long??!!

Sorry, guys! I'm at the point in pregnancy I always get to where it pisses me off to do anything but go into labor so I haven't been keeping up.

I'm 38 weeks tomorrow and although I've gone over 40 weeks both previous pregnancies I still dream of it happening "any minute." Realistically I know it could easily be another FIVE WEEKS and that doesn't settle well with me so I sort of fixate on the "any minute" thing.

My midwife doesn't have any births scheduled when I'm due so she's going to park an RV in our driveway and live there until the birth. It feels weird to me for her to do that but my labor with Frito was under 3 hours and she lives 2 hours away. She was in the house 26 seconds before Frito was born and it really stressed her out so she'll feel more comfortable this way. And it'll be nice to not have to second-guess if it's time to call her because I won't be worried about bothering her for nothing.

The Nut had open house at school tonight and we got to see all of her Texas history work. She had a pecan tree with Honey Smacks glued on as the pecans, a mockingbird with her handprints as wings and this lovely little story she wrote (I'm replacing their real names just as I do in the blog but for those who know us, she used an "i" instead of an "o" for Frito's real name):

Cowgirl Frito

My name is Frito.
I am rideing a cow.
My sisters name is The Nut.
I have black heer. (Actually, Frito has blonde hair)
I have a red hat.
The rope is brown.
I am saying yee hall. (That cracks me up)
I am wering boots.
I am having fun.
We are smiling.

Flows very nicely, doesn't it?

The other day we were all coming home from going out to eat and TGTBT and I were TRYING to have a conversation and she was in the back saying, "What?" "Huh?" "He did what?" every few seconds and I finally said, "That's enough! This conversation does not involve you and it's taking 10 times as long as it should because you keep interrupting us!" She was quiet for a minute and then said, "I need to get me some hearing aids."

I was looking at my belly button yesterday wondering if it was actually going to protrude this pregnancy as it never quite made it out the other 2 times. I remembered being pregnant with Frito and The Nut and I were in the bath together and I was telling her that my belly button was probably going to pop out at some point. Her eyes got huge and she said, "That's ok. I'll catch it. And put it in my mouth to keep it safe."

This is funny.....

although probably only if you know me.

I've been VERY uncomfortable lately and it's getting harder to get around and TGTBT, staying true to his nickname, has just been wonderful. He's been telling me to just rest during the day and he'd take care of laundry and stuff when he gets home from work (and he works 12-hour days). Of course, I ignore him and try to do what I can anyway although it's admittedly not as much as NEEDS to be done. He also is picking up a dishwasher today for the FEMA trailer to make kitchen cleanup easier AND he suggested hiring a cleaning lady.

Calm down, ladies, he's taken. Did I mention he's also extremely romantic, handsome, has dimples and is G.R.E.A.T. in bed? I'll stop there because I don't want to risk being run off the road in an "accident."

So anyway, last night he was washing dishes after supper and I stared at him for a minute and said, "You're such a good husband." He grinned, showing those dimples, and rolled his eyes at me. He said, "Well, you're a good wife."

I popped out laughing and put myself in a world of hurt from the strain. When I caught my breath he said, "I knew that no matter how sincerely I said it that I'd get that reaction."

What a day!

Title makes it looks exciting, doesn't it?

I noticed that my low tire pressure doo-hickey was flashing at me this morning. Nothing new as 3 tires will read 32 PSI and the 4th is flashing at 30 PSI. It's more irritating than anything. I also knew TGTBT had just filled a low tire last week. Except that today the left rear tire is 14. After a round-trip dropping The Nut off at school it's only on 16. So, me being a helpless female when it comes to things like this, I called TGTBT at work to ask what I should do as we had an appointment later that morning that I'd have to drive to.

His first idea was to tell me how to put air in the tire. Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh. Not going to happen. I don't care how idiot-proof it seems or how much he swears there's nothing to it. I will find a way to make the situation even worse. It's a guarantee. I just decide that I'm going to get dressed and take it to the tire place 5 minutes down the road. TGTBT has me convinced that I'll do permanent damage to the car and/or have a horrific wreck on that 5 minute drive. I'm willing to risk it.

Frito and I get dressed and leave and 30 minutes later I've got a patched tire and no more flashing doo-hickey. And it was only $14.95. The day's starting to look up.

I head to Walmart and wander around for 30 minutes picking up odds and ends but not the 1 thing I went there for. I did score a button-up maternity shirt in a very flattering color that I hope will work for my maternity photo shoot in a few weeks. It's really very hard to find a maternity shirt that buttons but I prefer them for the photos since I can expose my belly and nothing else. So that's done and I wait for TGTBT to meet me so we can go to our appointment.

Make the appointment on time and we get good news and I have lunch plans with my mother and sister as soon as I drop TGTBT back off at his truck. I'm really enjoying my day out.

Until.

I've touched briefly on TGTBT's bathroom habits and how it's his one downfall. He decided to be considerate and pass gas outside of the car right before he got in. Unfortunately for me, it apparently was on a delayed time-switch because as I started the car it hit me. I rolled down the windows and began to gag (odors are 1 thing that I cannot handle---especially if I know what they are). At 36 weeks pregnant you really shouldn't gag if you're not already on a toilet. So I sat there in the driver's seat and peed all over myself.

I not only had to drive all the way back sitting in pee clothes but there was no way I had time to go all the way back home before my lunch date. I DID have a gigantic pair of maternity pants that were in the car because I was supposed to be returning them to Walmart anyway so I had to climb in the back of the minivan and take off my pee pants and put the gigantic ones on. As I'm changing Frito is saying, "Pew pew. Hiney." Thanks, honey.

I then get to go back into Walmart to buy some new panties and a better-fitting pair of maternity pants, go into the bathroom to clean up and hope I don't get hassled for shoplifting because the sign right there says "NO MERCHANDISE IN THE RESTROOMS."

To his credit, TGTBT only laughed a little, felt bad about it and only told 1 person he works with. And I made my lunch date on time.

At lunch my sister said something that reminded me of something The Nut did a few weeks ago. I had bought a package of vanilla sandwich cookies and gave her 2 of them for dessert. She ate them in her room. But she brought one back out and gave it to TGTBT saying she didn't want it because she was full. So he popped it into his mouth and was almost finished chewing when he got a strange look on his face and asked, "Did you LICK the cream out of the middle?" The Nut said, "Yeah. I just didn't want the cookie."

He was able to swallow it down but was not a happy camper and she couldn't understand why he wasn't happy that she gave him her cookie. There was an email sent around some time back where a little girl made her daddy a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and halfway through he remembered that they were out of peanut butter and he asked the girl where the peanut butter came from and she said, "Well, we had peanuts so I just chewed them up and put them on the sandwich."

I say TGTBT got off easy.