Whaa Happened?

Anyone ever see "A Mighty Wind"? "Whaa Happened?" is a line that always makes me laugh from that movie. Gets me every time. I love those Christopher Guest movies. Maybe I'll watch one tonight...

Ahem. Right. I was going to quickly jot down some things that Addy does/ we have done lately that I have forgotten to take pictures of (bummer), and if I don't write them down, they'll probably be lost in my pregnant brain forever. Here goes...

Addison and I made play dough for her class! It needed to be orange, and let me just tell you: if you ever have to volunteer to make homemade play dough, DON'T PICK ORANGE. Yikes! Talk about tedious! Add some red food coloring, then add some yellow. Then some more yellow, cause the red is REALLY RED. Then, oops, add more red, because the color doesn't really distribute well. And when you add red, you have to add more yellow. How much yellow? Not real sure! Sometimes one drop is too much, sometimes you need twelve! It's never the same! Add this to the fact that I was terrified of messing the play dough up- what if it wasn't doughy enough? What if it was too doughy? This wasn't the most fun experience for me or Addy. In fact, Addy hung in there for a couple of minutes, then headed outside to play while Daddy did yard work. And then Daddy gave her a bath. And read her a story. And brushed her teeth. And put her to bed. By the time he was finished with all of this, I was just about finished kneading and mixing and muscling the damn play dough together. I do have to say though, that the next morning when Addison proudly carried her beautiful orange play dough to her class room and delivered it to her teacher, it almost made all of my hard work worth it. And when her teacher oohed and aahed at my perfect shade of orange, saying she's never seen such a deep, pretty orange in home made play dough before, it almost made my sore arms feel better. Almost. Dang, that's a long paragraph for a silly story about play dough. And not one picture to show for it. Bad mommy.

What else? Lately Addy has started to hold my hand when she cuddles with me on the couch. It's just the sweetest thing. Her sweet little hand in mine, her fingers stroking my hand as she holds it... I live for it. Love it.

Addison and I decorated for Halloween a while ago, and it wasn't nearly as exciting for her as I'd hoped. She seemed to think that all of the decorations were for her to play with and didn't like me telling her that they just sat on the table, or the porch, or wherever. So, we stopped decorating, and I re-decorated when she went to bed. She did, however, help me decorate a few weeks later by hanging ghosts from the trees in the front yard. (again, no pictures!) This was lots of fun for us, as we crumbled up newspaper and stuffed it into individual white bags, tied them up, and headed outside to hang them. Every time we drive by the front yard (our driveway is in the back), she proudly says "There's our ghostses!"

Addison also helped me make Halloween goodie bags for her school friends. This was lots of fun for us too. We got little play doughs, bubbles, stickers and Halloween crayons and she packed each bag herself. She was so excited to take them to school this morning! I love the look of pride she gets when she helps with these kinds of things.

Of course, Addison loves her new cousin. The day Annalie was born, I waited until she got up from her nap to tell her that Auntie had her baby, and she was SO EXCITED. "Baby came out of Auntie's tummy?! I have new cousin, I have new cousin!" She jumped up and down in her crib, she couldn't contain herself! That is, until we actually saw the baby. At that moment, she didn't want anything to do with her. We might have been a little over-zealous in trying to get Addison to kiss and hug her new cousin, and I quickly learned not to force it. In her own time, Addison slowly came around and wanted to see her. This taught me that when her own baby sister/brother comes, we are all going to have to be very careful not to make TOO big of a deal about the new baby, and to let Addy get excited about being a big sister in her own time. She did show a couple of signs of jealousy in those first couple of days, too. When I would hold Annalie, Addison would appear out of nowhere, "Mommy, hold me!" I explained that when I held the baby that I couldn't hold her, that she would get her turn soon, and she quickly found a new way to entertain herself. Like by trying to feed the baby chips. Or trying to open the baby's eyes. Or by telling the baby "talk, baby, TALK!!!" Sigh, she has a lot to learn about babies ;)

Hmm... when I started this post I had so many thoughts, but I didn't expect them to be such long winded thoughts. My apologies. I think there were a dozen other things I wanted to get out before I forgot... but now it's too late. Pregnant mind has absorbed them and thrown them into lala land, along with the last place I had my sunglasses, which way to wear my underwear (true story: the last two days I wore my underwear inside out), and whether salt goes in the pantry or fridge (I found it in the fridge this morning).

One thing I can't forget to blog about: Addison had her Halloween parade today at school, I will make a separate post about this later. While you sit on the edge of your seat waiting, just know that it was the cutest thing EVER, ever, EVER.

Until then, "Whaa happenned?"

Annalie Rose

Addison's newest cousin made her world debut this morning at 3:51! It was a very quick labor and birth, I actually missed it. :( Melissa did awesome with the home birth, apparently only had to push twice! Annalie weighed 9lbs and was 20 and 3/4 inches. Mama and baby are happy and healthy. I am blogging from the bberry, will post pictures when I can. She is perfect- just beautiful! I am most definitely a very proud Auntie!
*here are a couple of pics. Don't know about this code here... it I delete it, the pics won't show up. And since I don't care enough to investigate, it stays.*
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Oh, and also... don't get any ideas from how beautiful Melissa looks here. I mean, it's just not normal. In about 6 and a half months (!) there will be pictures of me post-labor and delivery and you can assuredly expect me to look exactly the opposite of my beautiful sister.

Enough About Me

A couple of weeks ago, Addison and I were talking while in the car on our way home from school. We started talking about Daddy.

"You like him?" (this is a common question from Addison these days. you like that? you like her? you like those?)
"Yes, I love Daddy. Do you love him?"
"Oh, yes. He's WONDERFUL... and CUTE!"

It was the sweetest thing!

Don't Say I Didn't Warn You

Remember a few posts ago? "...if I were you, I would go ahead and prepare myself for an onslaught of bitchiness here at Sarah's Stories for at least the next month" ring a bell? You've been warned.

I have pimples. And not to sound bratty, but I don't get pimples. Like, ever. That is, unless I'm pregnant. And then my skin looks like that of a 13 year old girl. Not just a few pimples. I just counted, and I have 19, NINETEEN, freakin' pimples. What in the world? Why can't I be one of the women who glows while pregnant? Instead I shine... oily pimply shine.

It's not just the acne. I'm on a roll... if you don't like my whining you might as well check out now...

I'm not showing yet. No, no, I am in the lovely in-between stage of pregnancy where I just look and feel FAT. Waistline is rounding out, but not in a cute baby belly way, more in a "she sure is gaining some weight, she'd better watch herself or soon she'll be HUGE!" way.

I thought my nausea was subsiding. I really, really did. Until today. Not even my prescribed Zofran helped. I wanted to BARF everywhere. I almost wish I had, I might have felt better.

Gas. I'll leave it at that.

I can't get through the day without a nap. It feels like I'm dragging twice my body weight on 1 hour of sleep every day.

I don't think I'm moody yet, but Mike will probably disagree on that point.

Oh, goodness... you do know I'm happy about this, right? I feel the need to clarify. I realize I sound irritated more than anything else. Which isn't true. I'm blessed more than anything else.

This Is Crazy

Is it normal to have cravings this early in pregnancy? Is it even possible? Because it not, there is something seriously crazy going on with my body.

Um, I HAVE TO HAVE pickles. Yes, yes, I know... totally textbook craving. But this is SERIOUS. I have already gone through a half a jar in about 10 minutes, and the craving is not satisfied. It's taking everything I have to not go downstairs and finish the entire jar, juice and all.

With Addison I had a few cravings. Macaroni and cheese and cereal come to mind. But these didn't kick in until at least 5 months, and they were never as consuming as this stupid pickle craving!

Gotta go. I figure it's not chocolate or ice cream, so finishing the whole jar isn't that bad. Right?

Update: 30 minutes later... the jar is empty.And yes, I realize it looks like a jar of urine, sorry about that. But I do want to point out that it is my dear husband holding the empty jar, which means that he is not only aware of the fact that I just consumed an entire jar of pickles, but is on board with me sharing this disgusting fact with our friends and family. He really is the best.

Do You Watch Glee?

You should. It's good.

You May Have Heard...

My blog, facebook, twitter silence has been killing me! But, families are in the loop now, so I can finally announce to the blogosphere that Mike and I are expecting baby #2! I'm about 8 weeks along, due right around Addy's 3rd birthday. We are thrilled, now that the reality has set in and we've been able to wrap our heads around the concept of having TWO kids. Wow. I am so excited to see Addison as a big sister, and for her to have a little playmate here at the house :-) I know she's gonna love it.

Now, if I were you, I would go ahead and prepare myself for an onslaught of bitchiness here at Sarah's Stories for at least the next month. For you see, I am MISERABLE. Wake up nauseous, fall asleep nauseous. And if you are just a casual reader, one who doesn't know me very well, you might want to skip over the rest of this paragraph, as I am about to over-share. Oh,...the gas. Oh, my. This pregnancy is completely different from my pregnancy with Addison as I never felt as bloated, burpy, farty and straight-up disgusting as I have for the last month. I truly am a disgusting woman right now and I can't help it!

ANYway, add this to Addison's near-constant illness over the last month, and I've had a hell of a time. I haven't lost sight of the blessing that this all is, though. I still check my pregnancy calendar to see what's going on with our little bean daily, and of course it's all I think about. Looking forward to the first trimester ending and feeling a little more human again :-)

So there you have it! Hooray!