Should you find yourself bored one Sunday, the following list will give you some good strong guidelines on how NOT to spend you day.

1) Do not start you Sunday by waking up achy and merely blaming it on “sleeping wrong”

2) Do not think that eating will solve the sudden on-slot of nausea. Sure 1 banana MAY settle your stomach, but when the nausea returns do not dare to eat a burger and chips and then try to finish it off with an apple. The apple will be your undoing.

3) Do not crap copious amounts of liquid fire on and off for 2 hours, tipping off a rousing round of contractions that leave you wondering which end your next move will come from.

4) Do not then have to proceed to the Labor and Delivery triage of your assigned hospital on the day when the doctor with short fingers is on call.

5) Do not vomit on or in the general direction of the nurses and most certainly do not be running a fever whilst doing so.

6) Do not continue to have contractions that can actually be seen on the monitor

7) Most certainly do not considering chewing your way through the contractions monitoring belt

Do not have to remain there for 6 hours to finally be told “You have the stomach flu”

9) Do not begin to cry when you are told that your previa actually STILL could be problematic because upon further examination it is still a marginal previa and with certain, um, vigorous activity could start bleeding… AGAIN.

10) Do not allow your husband to stop and pickup McDonalds for the kids during the car ride home when for the entire ride all you can do is thinking about hurling in the bright blue puke basin the hospital insisted you saunter out with.

Baby boy’s heart rate was great, they let me see his feet (transvaginal ultrasound only, though that puppy had 3d/4d capabilities… I probably would have held the tech hostage was I not trying so hard to keep from vomiting everywhere). I have the stomach flu bug - they think and hope the 24 hour version that’s cruising around my local town. I hope I don’t throw up during Mira’s IEP meeting on Monday.

Forgive me readers for I have sinned, it’s been months since my last confession and in that time I have been guilty of many transgressions. This week I ate an entire cheesecake by myself and attributed some of it to the kids “Well I didn’t eat the WHOLE thing, I mean the kids helped” - translation - the kids looked longingly in my general direction while I snarled and shoveled massive quantities of cheesecakey goodness into my mouth.

Step into the booth and profess your sins. Absolution is good for the soul and ever so amusing for the rest of us. It’s your turn

The steaks weren’t the only thing being ogled in the meat department of my local grocery store this past week. While I stood drooling over piles of succulently bloody animal flesh, a predator had me in his sights. He approached over my right shoulder and murmured something about how skilled I was at handling the meat. I dropped the tip steaks and swung my girth around to face him. Shock registered in his face as he spied my baby belly. His hands gestured wildly as he back up and babbled repetitively “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.. you looked NORMAL from behind. I’m sorry I didn’t know!” later when I got home I had to check out the view..

Hmm, I can see how I might have surprised him.

What? That isn’t why you’re here?

I guess this is what you are after

Click for a better view

Best of all, everything looks great! Growth is right on target and the baby is using my bladder for a trampoline.

I’m over the moon.

PS my placenta moved, THANK YOU LORD *cue cheesy 70’s porno music* bom chicka bom bom bbbbbbaaawww

This has to be one of the longest weekends ever. I spent yesterday thinking it was Sunday.. but here I am dragging ass through Sunday, wishing it was over. Sunday is usually my favorite day of the week - The Hubster is home, I get to sleep in late… yeah, Monday’s planned happenings trump it all:

My scan is tomorrow afternoon so you won’t be hearing from me till later in the day.

I want to hear from you though

I want to hear your top 5 to 10 favorite boys and top 5 to 10 favorite girls names. I don’t give a damn if they are off the wall, I like some pretty weird stuff. Sometimes I’m almost ashamed to admit some of the names that tickle me… Almost.

Think pink and blue thoughts, oh and say a little prayer that my damn placenta has packed up and relocated to higher ground. And anyone who has bought or sold on Etsy.com leave me a comment in the post below.

So make with the names already. I want to have a LONG list to mull over once we know!!

www.etsy.com

I’m thinking about selling my artwork over there and wondering if anyone Buys or Sells there. Dish about your experiences, allow me to suckle that the teat of your gathered knowledge.

We are surrounded by pregnant women and I suppose it was only a matter of time before Mira put 2 and 2 together. We were trying to hold off until after my Monday ultrasound but Mira walked up, rubbed my belly, declared “You have a baby in your belly!” and gave me a quizzical look that screamed CONFIRM THIS!!

We spent an afternoon, just Mama, Tessa and Mira, looking through the photos of when I was pregnant with them and when they were teeny tiny babies. I was feeling nostalgic and a bit sad when Mira broke the mood wide open.

“the baby is going to grow and grow and grow in you tummy and then it’s going to come out your mouth and I be a big sister again!”

… Whoa wait come out my where?

Tessa then put her eye up to my belly button and declared “I can see da baby, mama!”

Wow, I certainly have some explaining to do over the next few months.

Best wishes to my friend Jess who delivered her baby girl at 3:05 am today. Baby Bella weighed 6 lb 13 oz- mom and baby are doing great!

One of the few things I don’t much discuss here is s-e-x.. My mother reads this blog. Granted, it’s pretty obvious I have sex - I have 2 kids with one on the way but SHHHHHHH! Maybe she doesn’t know think about it and I certainly don’t want to bring up any sort of imagery. I should probably change “have sex” to “had sex.” This is my main problem right now. I’m hard up.. REALLY REALLY REALLY hard up. This whole “modified activity” thing blows. The worst part, is the NO SEX part. Tuesday night I was REALLY hurting over this - snarling and in tears hurting… until my nighttime shot. You see I get my Heparin shots in the fat pad on my belly. Heparin burns like the holy hell fires and some shots hurt worse than others. Tonight’s shots must have hit a vein, one that leads directly downtown. All I know is that by the time The Hubster pulled the needle out of my flesh I was rolling around on the bed hollering “My cooter is burning!!!” Sadly this is the most action it’s seen in over 5 weeks.

The smallest things are so important to children. These are grapefruit tree leaves. Mira didn’t want them to die all lonely on the ground…