Number Two

Yesterday morning I was awoken at 6:45 a.m. to someone blaring "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats. If you are like me your first thought was of a tiny man dancing around with a jester suit on and carrying a mandolin. My second thought was... "YOU ARE GOING TO WAKE UP FIONA!!" Which sure enough... they did. But it's kind of funny to wake up to your kid jamming out in her crib to a cheesy 80's song.

I also realized that when I woke up it was the first morning in about four weeks that I didn't feel like absolute donkey poop. And no... I am not terminally ill. Just cooking up baby number two. I am pregnant again, which many of you already knew but thought I would make it public to the world wide web.

I have tried to avoid posting these last few weeks because I really didn't have anything good to say.... and I was told once under such circumstances to not say anything at all. I just wanted to vomit all day everyday for four weeks straight and felt like curling up in a ball on the floor and sleeping. But I had to take care of Fiona, help my hubby with the house and go to school which kind of made me feel like screaming profanities at strangers who walked by my window.

But... it's all over now. We have past the sick stage. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the weird pregnancy hair growth patches I am sprouting.

But I am excited. Can't wait to find out if it's a girl or a boy. This will make the third new grandchild for Chuck's parents this year. We are growing quite exponetially these days. I would really like a boy... but heck I have a load of girl stuff already to go so that would be kind of convenient for me :)

In other news Chuck and I got a gigantic tax return (Thank you America for investing in our future!) We decided that it would be best for Chuck to quit his part time job at a group home until school is over. Between both of us in school, Fiona, and our job at the apartments we have NO time to do our homework. So he has one week left and then we hope things will settle down a bit. I am excited to not have to see him leave every morning to a job that drives his bonkers.

Also, I have decided not to pursue graduate school in Utah but just work on being a mommy and supporting Chuck. I have learned that when you are in school and working you really do need full time support at home. So that's my focus now and maybe when my kiddos are a bit older I'll go back.

Fiona is cute as ever and didn't even skip a beat during my four week drudge. She actually found out that she finds puking and dry heaving very funny and liked to stand toilet side for the event. She also is crawling around at lighting speed, and enjoys escaping from diaper changing and being dressed. Which means we often have a naked little butt cruising the apartment which is REALLY cute and funny... but she often pees on the carpet. Is it too early to start potty training?!?!?! Kidding.

Other than that here is a picture of the 930 cigarette butts I picked up along the front sidewalk of our apartment building yesterday. Yes... I counted each one, and I saved the Bucket O Butts as I am now calling it because I am going to take it around to each of the smokers in my building and show them how nasty it is that they throw them on the ground. Which is actually one of my greatest pet peeves of all time. I don't know why many people who smoke feel that the world is their personal ashtray.... cigarette butts don't just evaporate when they hit the ground. Plus they can start things on fire and it looks trashy. Please don't liter, and definitely don't smoke.... it gives you dog breath.