Maintaining A Sunny Disposition

In spite of very recent substantial paycuts and a sorry marketplace, I resign myself to stay the course- Positive thought breeds... well, I don't really know at this point, but it sure beats crying about it. The Woog is trying to staunch the proverbial slaughter with his angry singing and mouth fart noises. It helps. Dublin is even doing his part- distracting us with his swamp breath and penchant for kissing. The future is...looming? I hope (positive, positive) I KNOW it looks bright....ish.

He tried to Touch It

I was holding The Woog as I galloped for the toilet... (please let me make it) With my tiny cupcake planted firmly at my hip, I hurled. Mid-stream, the baby makes a move to grab that which is streaming from my insides. OH MY GOD- Get Out of That! Meanwhile the Three Stooges, Boswell, Dublin and LuLu are nose-deep in some serious investigating surrounding the toilet, behind my feet, crammed between the garbage can and my right ankle.

Sweaty and faint, I flipped the lid down and sat. A puke-free (amazing) Woog grabbed a handful of hair while the three pups took turns licking my feet.

Sympathy is relative.

IT Has Arrived

In the words of metal band Disturbed, the sickness is rising... *urp* Thought I'd escaped the evil clutches of "morning" sickness. HA.
My recent upheaval (titter) had something to do with the smell of dog food, but once safe scents like Gerber Organic Apple Sweet Potatoes and Armani's Aqua de Gio only bring about the excitement of an over-active gag reflex. Lovely.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Seller, it's not you I can assure (gag, choke, repeat)...it must be the 36,800 oz of Ted's Volcanic Acid Hot Sauce I downed for breakfast cause that's certainly what it feels like" (recent conversation with client)
Strangely, I am comforted by these signs- our Maternal-Fetal Specialist told us that the worse I feel (pretty worse), the better the pregnancy has implanted. Pretty sure this kid has already started gardening.
Poor Kovi. I'm going to have to start feeding him with a gas mask over my face- "Ker-shoo, ker-shoo...Kovi, I AM your Mother, but you are not a Jedi yet." How's that for mealtime memories.

I Have Some Guilt Now That They're Dead

He bit me so I retaliated... I killed him. And his wife. I even went so far as so squish his house with all his little ones still inside it. I feel kinda bad.
Still, the stupid wasp gets the last laugh as I hunt and peck with a handicapped left hand (where the hell is the k?)- the right a useless, pain-filled flipper. Stupid wasp.
Each time I bump it I want to run out front, find his remains and squish them some more- just him though, cuz I feel pretty bad about offing the family.

Dolphin Update...

Dolphins are 2-0. Highlights... Tyler the Tank sacked 2 linemen at once! A few downs later, though, he, full of fire and fury, accidentally sacked one of his own receivers. Oops.
Jon, aka Daddy Dolphin, held posts for the game and near the end of the 2nd quarter got tangled up- so much so that he took a header on the sidelines nearly taking out a teammate.
Hey, no one ever said Dolphins, or their daddy's were graceful.
High flipper five on the win boys! I smell playoffs...

My Timing is Kinda Off

It's cool to be so in-tune with my body- I just "felt" pregnant. Fine. But calculating back (uh...how many weeks ago did I bitch out my husband for leaving a sinkfull of dishes?) I had estimated that I was closer to 8 weeks, not the 4 week, 3 day number the doctor confirmed today. So I might not have escaped morning sickness afterall...it just might not have arrived yet. Crap.

Double crap because I have to face all of those early pregnancy anxieties, particularly relevant to our situation. Since I feel so great, I'm now more concerned.

Dude, motherhood is the ultimate rollercoaster. Up and down, up and down... makings of nausea so fantastic that even peanut butter shakes from Sonic won't help. Now that's bad.

Tossing the Pig Skin

Tiny, but mighty... Donovan (17) is one of the smallest on his team of 6,7 & 8th graders, but his heart more than makes up for what he lacks in stature. He's fast with good hands and although he is still learning the plays, he wants so much to participate. I think it will be a good year for the Eagles. Besides, he tells me the girls totally dig football players. Oh geez!

Are You Ready for Some Football...

Blue 42, Blue 42 Hut Hut...

Tyler (49) represents his team with true tenacity and sportsmanship.

Already 1-0, the Dolphins are off to a great season!

When I asked if I could paint my belly with a picture of a dolphin for the games, he told me, "Auntie, girls don't paint their bellies." Oh. I see. As one of his team's biggest players, he knows how to strike fear into the hearts of wimpy 4th graders... "Grrr, I'm like a tiger, er... dolphin."

The Tiniest Piranha

Awww, so sweet, so darling, so entirely edible- But wait... look closer. See those two tiny razors of mass destruction? The nipples have gone into hiding, fearing the agonizing razory chomp from teeth so new, yet to so absolutely pain-inducing. It's the kind of hurt that keeps hurting- even after you've pried open his locked jaws of torture. Poor, poor nipples. The introduction to breastfeeding was bad enough... Now I can actually hear them wimper upon mentioning the words "time to eat." Dun, Dun, Dun....

Shock, then Awe

He stood hovered over the stove with a gravy-laden spatula held up near his head as though he were preparing to swat the bicuits into oblivion. The look on his face and the feeling in my haven't-shed-the-first-baby-poundage stomach were synonomous.
Oh God...my first words. He was silent.
No time to process, but time for a mini breakdown- just a quickie because Kovi's hungry and crying.
Spoon-feeding liquidfied pear is therapudic. It allows one, in between motorboat noises, a moment to think. Ok... two babies. Two butts, two mouths... two heart-melting, laugh-til-you-cry, earthshatteringly gorgeous babies.
Kovi's just 7 months. They'll be only 15 months apart. It felt like we had cheated him. Have we?
Justin used the word irresponsible. Mmm, yes. It feels a bit that way. Yet, somewhere in my sleep-deprived heart I can see/feel/know that this is what was meant for us.

Giving thanks

Inspirational is she who hath encouraged me to institute a blog about us three... er... and one on the way. -Thanks Becky, you're family is BEEEAUTIFUL!