Im only a little crazy...

Yesh! It was phenomenal! Who knew that a quite bathroom and no slippery babies or needy Kindergartners could bring so much joy to one person? I even got to *gasp* shave my legs! HA! That's a rare occurrence, let me tell you! Hell, I won't lie. The fact that i showered at all is amazing, lol. It seems to be the one luxury you must give up as a parent. Stay at home parent, specifically. All the "downtime" when kids are at school and napping is slated for the important things like:
Dishes
Vacuuming
Mopping
Dusting
Eating
Breathing
Peeing
Organizing
Blogging
By the time you blink again, it is 5 and the hubbys on his way home and you realize you forgot to lay out the meat! (I mean for dinner, you dirty birdies!)

So I have no plans today except to do the things I deemed unnecessary yesterday... which would be the afore mentioned tasks. Maybe I will even get out in the yard for a bit! I need to do so much out there, mostly the rose bushes who have now claimed their own zipcode. Rascally bushes... I hate those things! One or two is fine, but a whole fence line is OUT of control. I cannot wait to own my own home! Do the things I wanna do! Pull out the bushes I think suck!

Off to find my deodorant... and some undies! Cuz Im bloggin NEKED!

Its quite lovely outside, and for once my attitude is not POO! Huzzah! So we went for a leisurely stroll..well, as leasurely as 2 kids and one dog can get. Alaska the wonder mutt really gave Ryan a workout! I am still pondering who took who for a walk. And of course, in the end, it was ME holding the leash and pushing the stroller, lol. I love my boys!

I was planning on cleaning today, but I thought, why? I cleaned yesterday! HA! And I am pregnant, and I DONT HAVE TO! My bedroom is a blah mess... clothes stacked up (not dirty ones!) and need to be organized. I need to weed out the clothes Everit grew out of, blend in some clothes he will be fitting in soon. And I also need to air out and fluff the rest of my maternity garb seeing as how I am now in full time preggo gear.

We are now approaching the witching hour... 2:30. This is the time that I get to nap! So I am off to put the Mighty Bing to sleep!

There *SHE* is! The newest Benson! Measuring in at 9 weeks 6 days... just a few days off of the docs due date (which I knew was off anyway!) so right on target! *SHE* had a heartrate of 174 BPM... the boys always came in around the 160's... so I know that *SHE* must be a *SHE*! At least, thats what we are hoping for!

SO, we were a little disappointed. At least I was. Andy would never say. I know twins would be way too much to handle, especially with Everit being so young still. But I guess I got my hopes hope, and when that happens, they have to come down somehow. What I am thankful for is a happy healthy little twitching bean!

My pregnancy this far has been SO different from the boys. I am SO MUCH moodier. Bad moody. I WILL KILL YOUR SORRY ASS IF YOU EVEN ATTEMPT TO LOOK AT ME FUNNY MOODY. It is a daily struggle to keep sane. And the cravings are opposite. All I want is candy and cakes and cookies and ice cream. I don't even like that food! Honestly! And broccoli, which has always been my favorite veggie now tastes like dirty socks. I had asparagus (another favorite) the other day that tasted like poo... its just so strange to be eating on the other side of the fence.

Another thing is the strange appetite fluctuations. I was SO hungry in the beginning... this last week I have been eating like a bird really. I TRY to eat, but I just can't handle more than a few bites at a time. This is not normal for me, lol.. pregnancy or otherwise. Nothing really sounds good, except for the junk food of course. *sigh* 30 weeks to go....

Yesh, a whole post dedicated the the people who MOST married couples fear the most! But this is why I am a lucky girl....



I am so blessed to have my Husband. He is beyond wonderful in so many ways! And part of this amazing package is his parents, who have taken care of me and my children as if we were their own!



4 years ago, when Andy and I started dating I was a single mom. Ryan was just barely 2. I can only imagine what his parents were thinking when their ONLY Son brings home a woman, 7 years his elder, AND his boss at the time, with her 2 year old in tow. I mean, it's not exactly the picture perfect scenario you would want for your 20 year old. But we hit it off... Andy's dad is seriously my own fathers twin. They act the same in every way. It was so easy to get along with him, lol. We started bantering the first day we met, and are still at it to this day! Its awesome.

His Mom was a little scarier at first, only because I am a Mom and know what standards I hold for my Sons. I decided to be myself, and only myself. If she liked me, great. If not, oh well, i did my best and did not make any false representation. She is an amazing woman. We get along like best friends.



From day 1, they treated me as if I were their daughter. When my broke ass van took a shit, they were there to help me get it fixed. When it proved unfixable, they sold me their car for a VERY fair price and gave me an extended loan. They bought me Christmas gifts the first year we were together. Invited me to dinners, breakfasts, even bought me dishes for my home. Mind you, Andy and I were simply dating at this point. when we broke up for a short period, Andy;s father called me crying. He was devastated that we had broken up. when I told him why, he said he completely understood and was actually upset with Andy for "losing the best thing he ever had."



But most of all... most importantly... is how they treated Ryan. My biggest fear as a single Mom was finding a good man, but having everyone treat Ryan as a stepkid. The very thought makes me cry to this day. I was a package... you take me, you take my Son. I had very strict rules about this, and swore to myself and my baby that NO ONE would ever treat him sub-par. Andys parents took Ryan in as if he were their own grandbaby. Honestly, without JR and Cathy, I don't know how we would have made it. It took Ryan a long time before he called them Grandma and Grandpa.... but he is there now. And, when Everit was born, I was actually afraid that Ryan would lose his "place" in their hearts. NOT even close... they just continue to love him the way they always have.

JR and Cathy, you are amazing people. Every day you do so much for us. Even the tiniest things, like a card for our anniversary. You are thoughtful, kind, and downright amazing. I know that there is probably no chance I could ever pay you back for all the things you have done for me. But I hope you know that I feel as much love for you as I do my own parents. Thank you.

Flibbidy flooo! Flibbidy Flaaaa! Washing machine can eat my cha cha!

Now that it is out of my system, where to begin?

It broked. Broked all the way. No spinny, no drainy. I had to wring out my clothes like some old pioneer woman. Thank goodness it was the white load and not the jeans! I had Daddy-in-law come over and look at it. Hes not the Maytag man by ANY stretch of the imagination, but he does understand basic things like air and water. So what the hay... he took a look. Its not the wiring, but the entire pump that took a shit. How much do you ask??? Like, $100! For some rag-tag machine thats not even mine. And so the plot thickens...

Obviously, the machine belongs to the fuckstick landlord. Who still, to this day, has not gotten a job (but thats another post entirely, isn't it?) So, I have not called him. We are going to buy a new washer this weekend, and put his in the shed. EHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


So, what do I tell him, seriously? If he were a REAL landlord, which he is not, he would be responsible for the repairs. But he seems to think everything in this house is our financial responsibility. Hate hate hate the position he puts us in. I have to tell him, i mean, its HIS washer..but I am NOT paying to have it repaired. So, i guess I will tread lightly as possible. Actually, maybe its Andy's turn to call him for once. YEAH.. that's it! MAKE ANDY CALL...

Hmmphhh... well at least I know this... it is NOT laundry day today! :)

I don't follow through very well do I? Forgive me...

So, I am pregnant. 9 weeks 3 days according to the Docs EDD... and I am HUGE. HUGE. I look 5 months already. All the people on my birth board and facebook are all standing by with massive curiousity about how many I am having. Truth is, I think I am just fat.

I would love multiples. LOVE IT! What a blessing that would be! But I do feel that it is just one. And the stupid part? I feel like I am letting all those people down, lol... like if it is just one they will all be dissapointed. I think I will be too. I am so happy to be pregnant again! But I guess I am feeling a little selfish. DH says he is just happy there is at least one, and prays for it to be healthy and strong like our boys are. Hes so zen about these things. Wish I could be. I am so damn worried about everyone else I haven't even allowed myself to feel happy or blessed. Sad really.