Good News!

I had my second visit with my OB today and I got to hear the heartbeat!!! James wasn't able to make it this time so he missed out. :-( It was much easier to find this time ... and just as incredible. When I was pregnant with Megan it took my doc a while to find the heartbeat for the first time but this pregnancy has already been so different and the first heartbeat experience was no exception. Her explanation last time was that it must be a girl because they always give her a harder time. This time, she said it must be a boy because we heard it right away. :-) I will be very interested to see if she's right since she was last time!! I have to make an appointment to see my high-risk guy next week and he'll do an in-depth ultrasound. My OB told me that he might be able to tell me the baby's gender!!! At 12 weeks!! That would be cool but we'll definitely hold off on decorating until a little later in the pregnancy. On a bummer of a note ... she wants to do the glucose 3 hour test. With Megan, my one hour test was 200+ so I didn't have to endure the three hour but this time, my number was 176 so she wants to do it. BOOO! I convinced her to hold off on that until we get my bloodwork back from my endocrinologist because she did an A1c that tests the blood sugar levels over the past 3 months. She agreed to wait, but I'm going back to see her in two weeks instead of 4 so we can get this all worked out. UGH! I'm so glad my mom will be in town for most of September since I'm having so many doc appointments. This is UNREAL! I'm going to some doctor every freakin week!! I'm a mess. The wheels are falling off the cart! ha ha ha!

OH ... but I do have to brag about something!! I haven't gained any weight! I am almost 12 weeks (almost out of the dreadful first trimester) and I have actually lost one pound! Luckily, it's not because I've been sick. The nausea is terrible but I'm not puking so that's good! No, the weight loss is because of the diabetes diet (blech!) and I'm sure not drinking beer everyday has helped too! "They" say that the weight you don't lose after having a baby is the weight you gain during the first trimester so things are looking good for me.

And ... now is the time on my post I get to complain!!! The stupid Aggie game isn't on TV this weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

But at least it's football season so I can't complain too much!

Well DARN!

I had another appointment with my foot doc today. They finally took some x-rays thanks to my OB sending them a letter saying it was OK and it appears that my foot doc was right. I have a teeny tiny little fracture in a teeny tiny little bone on my teeny tiny little toe next to the big one. I have been in this awful boot for 8 weeks and I know I will have at least 5-6 more weeks in it. booooo! She did say I could go without the boot if necessary ... I guess if I wanted to dress up and go out or something ... right ... ha ha ha ha! What am I going to do? A date night? right.

I also saw my endocrinologist today. In addition to my thyroid she's checking my blood sugar history with an A1c that shows how well my blood sugar has been controlled over the past few months. I am really worried about that so hopefully I'll get a good number and can relax a little. She wasn't happy with how high my "after-meal" numbers have been. They've been within the desired range, for the most part, but they are creeping up and I'm still very early in the pregnancy and the goal is to make it through without insulin. I have an appointment with their diabetes educator in a couple weeks. They'll probably have to tweak my diet (and they'll get on me for eating so poorly) but hopefully everything will work out. I do not want to go on insulin.

We had another busy weekend. We finally spent some time with MIL in her new place. Of course, we had to call her and invite ourselves over there. Like nothing ever happened. She seems to like her new place and I think she'll be happy once she settles in and can find her way around. She hasn't been to Mass since she left Houston because she doesn't know where the church is. We drove her by it but I still don't think she could get there on her own.

I'm sure we'll have another busy weekend this coming Labor Day weekend. We plan to finally get Megan's bathroom painted and done upstairs. I found a cute fishy shower curtain at Wal Mart, of all places, and we're going to paint the walls a nice bright blue. It's a Jack-n-Jill bathroom between the two bedrooms upstairs so we didn't want to go too girly with it, just in case ...

Happy Back to School day! I am SO excited school is back in session. No, Megan obviously isn't starting school yet but I am so happy to have the grocery store back ... and the mall back ... and restaurants back. Places are much less crowded during the week when the kids are in school. So Happy Back to School day to me!! hee hee

Megan is on the move so I better go follow!

What a weekend!!

We had a fantastic time this weekend in Houston. We only went down there for one night because Sunday was the Craig Biggio jersey retirement at the Astros game. Yes, we drove all the way to Houston for one night for a baseball game and if I had it to do all over again, I would. It was absolutely worth it! On the way down we stopped at a rest area just north of Huntsville. It had to be the most beautiful rest area I have ever seen. They had a little lake with a walking trail around it and a huge playground where Megan got to go down the slide! Unfortunately I didn't take the camera with me so I don't have any pics of her first playground. :-( We stayed with some friends in Pearland, where we used to live, and went out to dinner at our old favorite $1 margarita mexican restaurant Don Pico's. I really miss Houston mexican food. It is so much better than the crap up here. For that matter, I really miss $1 margaritas. OK, so I just really miss margaritas but we could spend $3 each on drinks on a Saturday night and just get silly! They have $1 margs every Saturday and $1 drafts every Sunday. Places up here consider $3.00 for a bottle of beer a "special" and that just bites. OK ... enough booze reminiscing. We just hung out after dinner and watched the Olympics. Sunday we went to the game. We got there in plenty of time to see the ceremony and left around the 4th inning so we could be home in time for Megan to have a bath and get to bed on time. I hated to leave the game early but it was for the best since we had a 4+ hour drive home. The ceremony was great and yes, I cried. I really tried not to but I couldn't help myself. It was good to be back at Minute Maid Park too. We used to go to a few games a year and I really miss that. I think Megan enjoyed her first Astros game, she was such a trooper, until Hunter Pence gunned a runner at the plate and everyone cheered very loudly. Then, she wasn't so excited. She was an absolute trooper the whole weekend, in the car, at Dairy Queen (where she was lucky to taste her first soft serve - just a very small taste), at Jim and Tina's house, everywhere. James has some time-off coming up so I think we might be taking another road trip and I can't wait.

Today we're back to normal. Megan is running around and I'm just trying to keep her in the living room. I have to go to the grocery store, which I'm absolutely dreading because it's raining ... and I'm tired ... and we need everything so it won't be a quick trip!

Here are some pics from the weekend!

Megan on her first real road trip!

Me and Megan ready to go!

The view from our seats

The sign showing the occasion. That upper wall is where they previously had all the retired numbers.

Biggio throwing out the first pitch to Ausmus.

Picture of the video screen showing Biggio's #7 next to Bagwell's #5, retired last August. They were sort of above where we were sitting so we couldn't see them.

James and Megan in the concourse.

Olympic Junkie

The Olympics have only just begun but I have already become an official junkie! I absolutely can't get enough of even the most obscure sports. I was watching Equestrian Dressage the other day. Seriously, it's a person, on a horse, trotting around an arena. The announcers are so funny with their judgements. "oh, the horse had a bit of a cantor pace for a second there". WHAT?!?!? hee hee! I caught some kayaking this morning as well as the US Women's Soccer team and the US Men's Basketball team both kicking some butt! Now, one of the Williams sisters is on the court in tennis. I was trying so hard to stay up for the Men's gymnastics last night but sleep won out. I did, however, stay up just long enough for the FANTASTIC 4x100 freestyle relay the other night and actually woke James up with my bouncing when we won! Coverage is on around the clock and when I know something is going to be on TV on a delay, I look up to see how it turned out then I still watch it! I enjoyed the rowing the other day and I just don't understand how those water polo players stay afloat! I would sink to the bottom after about 5 minutes!! One sport I just don't think should even exist is MEN'S synchronized driving. Somehow, synchronized just sounds too feminine. One last thought ... could those beach volleyball players wear any LESS? They're playing volleyball, in front of the President no less, in their underwear!!
I feel like I'm competing in my own Olympic events during the day chasing around little Megan, dodging her toys, hurdling the dog. She's up and down and all around. She sure can move quick for such a little girl! She's currently chewing on the drawer handle on the coffee table. hmmmm.

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Now, I have to expand on the MIL situation. You may have thought I was nuts in my earlier explosion about the whole deal but wait until you hear this. MIL talked to James last Friday and said she was driving up Sunday night and staying with BIL and she would call us when she arrived. Sunday night, it was already around 7:00 or so and we had heard nothing so he called his brother. Of course, he got no answer so he left a message. No return phone call. MIL was scheduled to close on her town home some time on Monday. It is now Tuesday morning and we have still heard nothing. I don't know if MIL is in town, if she closed on her new house, when she's moving her things in, NOTHING AT ALL. My phone rang last night while I was putting Megan to bed but the caller didn't leave a message. When I checked the caller ID it was BIL's new cell#. Why didn't he leave a message? He didn't call James either. Now ... do you agree that this is just STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID? I just don't understand what is going on and why we aren't being kept in the loop but at this point, I really don't care. It's not my problem. I know it's bad to think like that about family but I just don't know what I can do, what I'm supposed to do and what I'm apparently expected to do. I'm not trained in idiot babysitting and I don't react well when people act like jerks towards me and I'm just too busy taking care of Megan and myself (and the dog and James and the house) to bother.

The truth is out!

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Here's a pic of Megan in her first bow! I am NOT a fan of those bows you wrap around the head. They leave red marks so they have to be uncomfortable and sometimes they're so big they just look goofy. I decided Megan has enough hair for a bow to clip on now so I bought a few little ones. They're probably choking hazards so I don't think she'll wear them very often but it was fun for a picture. And check out those teeth! Never mind the booger in her nose.

New Ticker

Did you notice the new ticker on your way in? ha ha ha! All I can do is laugh about it.


Yes, I know what causes pregnancy. I just didn't think it would happen so soon. I guess my body finally figured out what to do. I had my first ultrasound a week ago and everything looked good, as it should. We were surprised but are very happy. I know it is awful early to spill the beans but it's such a hard secret to keep. As a friend so nicely put it, "No wonder Anheuser-Busch sold to the Dutch. You're not drinking anymore!" Hard for a boozer to hide that she's not drinking. I'm hot ... and tired ... and at times a bit psycho. I am chasing around an 8 month old ... with a stupid broken foot. I'm nauseous ... yet can't really eat anything I want because the diabetes is back full-force already (yep, probably more like Type-2 than Gestational but I won't know that for sure until after the baby is born). On top of all that, it's so damn hot outside I hardly feel human. My mother-in-law is trying to move up here and the purchase of her new house fell through. Everyone is being absolutely stupid about the whole thing and it's SO ANNOYING! I'd like to hear what other people think ... your 73-year-old mother is moving away from the only home she's known. Do you want her in a 1.) random townhome community where people go to work all day ... or 2.) a neighborhood for 55+ year old people, most of whom are retired ? OR how about a place with stairs? What do you think about that? I'm 33 and I hate my stairs (granted, see above complaints) however, can you imagine a staircase for a 73 year old woman? Yes, she can manage stairs no problem now but why choose to manage stairs if you don't have to? And how will she be in 5 years? in 10 years?

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I fired off a nasty email (hence, the psycho part) to the salesman at the neighborhood where the purchase has fallen through and he called me out on it. He emailed me his phone number so I left him a message today and am anxiously awaiting his phone call. I half expect to hear that MIL and BIL/SIL and realtor backed out rather than Pulte causing problems ... and I will go absolutely ape-shit if that's the case.

OK - aside from all that, things are good. We're so happy to be having another, even thought Megan will only be about 15 months when he or she is born. James is so funny saying he wants another girl. He only wanted to have boys until Megan came into our lives. I would LOVE to have a boy but it definitely would be more economical to have another girl. hee hee! I'm only afraid they wouldn't have separate identities, separate activities and friends, being so close in age (only one grade apart in school) and I'm sure I'll dress them the same because it would make shopping so much easier. :-)

Well, I think the Moo is up from her nap so I better go!

****************edited to add more complaining *************** I just have to vent!!!
OK, so I talked to the salesman at the community where MIL's new home sale fell through. The whole thing is screwball and I can't believe it. I liked the salesman and after talking to both him and MILs realtor I'm lead to believe MILs realtor (and the other people MIL is taking advice from) are all just nutty.
Here's the whole F-ing story. MIL freaking about moving up here. Kept calling James and asking "what this" and "how that" and James, not being a realtor and all, didn't have answers. MIL freaked and said she would do it all herself and has since NOT EVEN SPOKEN ONE WORD to James about the process. We found out she was going to buy the house through the realtor and for some reason MIL was upset we weren't "surprised!" by the realtor calling us to set up a showing for the house MIL is buying. Uhhhh ... she's WHAT? OK - so fast forward. MIL is selling her house in Houston to a friend. That sale is all wonky because the friend didn't want to spend money on a title company and MIL didn't want to spend money on a realtor so she agreed to a price and a "closing" at a lawyer. All wonky and stupid. Now they're ready to take possession and MIL has no place to live. right. business with friends. SO ... when I call the realtor today she's just doing the final walk through on the town home that MIL is closing on next Monday. OH - but per said realtor they only made the decision today. Right. On the same day the final walk through is being done. riiiiiggghhht. I am SOOOOO irritated. OK - MIL is buying a house and moving up here on Sunday night. How much you wanna bet if we hear from her tonight? Hey Slim ... meet None ... not gonna happen. The kicker is this place is a new Town home community. Only a few units have been sold and there are a lot more available. She'll be one of the first residents to live there. Sound like a good place to make friends for a woman who is leaving the only home she's ever known? Probably not. OH - and apparently it's a two story because that's what she wanted all along. Right. 73 years old in a two story home. I'm just the bitchy, psycho, hormonal daughter in law that pointed out the obvious ... and was ignored. Actually, everything we have suggested has been outright ignored so I don't know why I'm surprised. It's a whole stupid thing. Frankly, I'm glad it's going to be done and I can't wait until the next time MIL starts in asking "what's wrong with james" because I'm going to tell her she's the problem. I already did once. I went off. Probably not the best and apparently it didn't change anything but I am so DONE!!! BTW ... wouldn't you think a good realtor would find out where the nearest Catholic parish is for a Catholic client? Oh, she can just drive over to your church or this other one that's a straight shot down this road (yeah, 18 miles away). So I figured there should be one closer to her community, right? Yeah, 2 miles north of her new house. Literally up the road. Nobody even thought to look it up. Good thing I went psycho on the last builder or I never would have called the realtor and I never would have even known MIL was buying a stupid two story random town home in a stupid random middle of nowhere community and moving up here this weekend.

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