Two pink lines….

Well, kiddies….I’m back…and, with BIG news.

My last post about my major bout with PMS,  was a little off base. Don’t get me wrong, I WAS hormonal. Only, this time I was hormonal for a different reason, entirely.

I found out last Monday that I am pregnant. I went to the doctor for my annual exam, and they always perform a pregnancy test with your urine sample that they take when they record your weight and blood pressure reading. When my doctor walked in and said, basically, “Congratulations, you’re gonna be a mama again.”, you could have knocked me over with a feather.

 My mind honestly didn’t go there, not once, even though AF was 5 days late and I was crankier than normal. I never for a minute thought I might be pregnant. After all, I was on the pill. I took it religiously at  6 am every single morning.

Well, here we are a week later. We haven’t told anyone yet. I don’t know that they will be all that pumped about it. I mean, we still live with my in-laws AND I have a 13-month-old.  I go back and forth between…”Yaaaaay” and “What the hell have we done”.

I can’t help but be excited….Yes, I know that I will have two children under two. Yes, I know that after two children my body will be lumpier than the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. I get it, but, I am still so excited.

Sidenote: Another good thing has come out of this, as well. I think this may have convinced the hubby to have the little snip-snip. Yay.

Oh, PMS, how I long for thee..

Well I think I’ve officially begun my PMS-y week a little early. My poor husband. As he describes my mood swings, “She’s up…..she’s down….and, she’s up….oh wait, she’s down…..again….or….up..

Poor, poor hubby. One second I’m lovingly telling him that I’m so glad he married me *tear*, the next one, I’m throwing the remote in his general direction. And so it goes…..

I’m hoping soon that he’ll learn to just have some chocolate handy AT ALL TIMES. That way, when I start to get all pissy and loud he’ll just place the chocolate near my feet and back away slowly.

The boy wants YOU….to have a Happy Halloween.

Our boy’s favorite thing to do is point. He doesn’t just point, he calls people out. It doesn’t matter where we are church, the grocery store or just at home. He points, points, points all day.

 It’s really funny, but it makes me nervous when we are at the grocery store and the boy tries as hard as he can to get people to notice him by pointing and grunting and REE-AAACCHING out to them. People love it, but he’s such a friendly little guy I’m afraid that he’ll try to go away with anyone who wants to take him. His only requirement is that said person should be wearing lots and lots of bling. He’ll go to anyone with a big shiny necklace. Most places he’ll reach out to a complete stranger, and want them to hold him. I never give them a chance, I just smile and wheel him away as quickly as I can without looking too obvious. You can never be too careful, I think.

This Halloween is going to be fun. I think that our boy is going to enjoy it more this year. He was only weeks old last Halloween, and slept the day away. He loves this balloon that my husband’s dad got him. He looks for it whenever we go in the den, and last night we clipped it to his high chair so he would finish dinner.

My M-I-L had a great idea for snacks to pass out this year.

     

Popcorn hands in a plastic glove with candy corn fingernails. Too cute!

 

Feeling better about things…

Whoa. I just had a triple grande non-fat white mocha and I do feel better about things. My woes don’t seem to bother me nearly as much after a trip to Starbucks.

Anyway, my earlier post didn’t highlight all of the “positives” that my in-laws supply in my life. First of all, my F-I-L (father-in-law) is a saint. I swear, he is the kindest, sweetest, most giving human being I have ever met. He more than makes up for any disdain I feel spewing from his wife on a daily basis. Again, I’ll say, the man should be eligible for sainthood.

I think a lot of problem lies in the fact that I grew up an independent and private person. We rarely ate dinner together as a family. We all just kind of did our own thing.

It was a real adjustment for me to move into my in-laws house and discover they are happiest spending all of their time with us. I remember back when we first moved in, commenting to my husband, “So, are they always around like this?”. He just sort of chuckled and changed the subject. I should have known. hehehe.

They ARE the best grandparents any parent could ask for. Our son *IS* the light of their lives. As a matter of fact, they would, in a pinch, be there for any of the three of us. I’m just not used to having someone comment on nearly everything I do. I’m not used to collaborating with anyone about anything. In that respect, marriage has been great for me. I’ve learned to co-operate and collaborate with someone else on everyday issues. I remember our first run-in with money issues as newlyweds.

Me: I found the cutest outfit today. Wanna see?

DH: You mean you went and bought an outfit and didn’t call me first?

Me: Call you first? I have to call you first? I mean, I saved the receipt and everything.

DH: Next time call me first.

Me: BUT, I saved the RECEIPT!!!!!

***Oh, how far we’ve come.******

I just still don’t like being hassled by the M-I-L for every little thing. However, I am eternally grateful for the roof over my head:-) So, for the time being I will keep this all in perspective and just sing, “la la la la” in my head everytime the M-I-L starts in on me.

I shouldn’t blog while I’m flustered about other things. I made my M-I-L sound like Leona Helmsley. She isn’t at all, she just tends to be a glass-is-half-empty kind of person. I usually try to keep that in mind.

Welcome to my blog….

Welcome to my first-attempt at a blog! I hope that my ramblings amuse you.

I am a twenty-ish mother of an awesome twelve-month-old. I have a rockin’ husband.

Wait, though, before you become consumed with jealousy, because my life sounds so perfect and picturesque, there is one more thing you should know about me: We live with my in-laws. One big frickin’ happy family.

My in-laws are normal enough, so they have that going for them. It’s just that they are ALWAYS there. ALWAYS.

My mother-in-law always has something that she “just thought I should know” about every topic. Oh, and she thinks I know nothing about being a parent. She pouted at my son’s first birthday party because I didn’t hand him his cake in the exact manner that she thought I should. POUTED! The nerve. Oh well, her poutiness is forever immortalized on the first birthday video.

I’ve learned though to act dumb and keep my mouth shut. Several people commented on the fact that she was hateful toward me at the party.

More later.