Oh yeah baby...We are ready!

Today we made one last quick trip to BRU to get a new diaper pal and some little hats for the new baby...Apparently it didn't cross my mind til yesterday that its Janurary and I MAY need more than just the one BEAUTIFUL-PERFECT-SPECTACULAR hat that I got from Candace over at laughingdaises.com. Did I mention she has an awesome shop on Etsy named twiggy and all her stuff is AMAZING? I didn't...Well now you know!

Moving right along...The changing table is stocked and ready. Carseat, check. Bassinet, check. Every baby item has been washed, dried and put away. Now, I suppose I just need to have major surgery and bring home a baby. No big deal...

Did I mention I was nervous? I had my first baby dream last night and my god it was strange. Of all the things to dream about I dream that I can not get the new baby to nurse no matter what I do. Nursing is such a big deal to me. I think it is one of the most important things that you can give and do for your new baby...I just don't know what I would do if it didn't work out especially after sucessfully breastfeeding both of my girls.

Its kind of hard to imagine that this will be my last baby. I have known that I wanted to be a mother since I was very young...We are talking single digits here people. To be done with my favorite part of having kids is very sad to me. So I suppose I will try to really enjoy every single up and down moment of the next three months...Since any mother would know that the first 3 months are HARDEST. They blend together in such a thick fog...

Final doctors appt

The time has come. WOOT WOOT!!

This baby is comin into the world on Janurary 20th at 7:30am...I will be 38 weeks and 4 days. This baby is already a nice threatening weight of almost ten pounds and this poor mama is measuring 11 weeks ahead. Seriously...

I can't wait to be done being pregnant, but at the same time I am so very nervous about the csection after everything we went through with Rylee. I am trying to believe that after going through that once I have done my time and would not have to go through it again...Send me your prayers people..And you know I ain't no church goin girl!

So here is to surviving the next 6 days...God bless happy pills and pretty days!!

I need a girlfriend...

I could not have written this post any better myself...Seriously its just exactly how I feel....This is the type of friend I used to have, that I NEED a replacement for....Here it is written by Miss Britt...To see her wonderful ramblings you can click on her down in my blogroll...

I notice it most when my polish is chipped off my toes.

And when I’m sitting at home flipping through HGTV reruns.

And when it’s a Tuesday night and the kids are in bed, Jared’s asleep on the couch, and I’m too restless to get lost in a book or a blog.

That’s when I notice the big gaping hole that’s still there.

The hole that cannot be filled with husbands, or kids, or Avitables. Or work or blogging or writing. Or working out more or watching TV less or signing your kids up for more activities.

It’s the hole that, much as we try, cannot be filled by family or friends that are miles away, no matter how many emails you send or IM chats you share. You cannot stuff it with weekend getaways or annual parties or long distance phone calls.

I know, because I’ve tried.

And while I’ve made new memories and discovered new sources of joy, the original hole remains, calling to me.

Especially when my polish is chipped.

I miss having girlfriends. Not that I don’t have female friends now - the technical definition of a girlfriend I suppose. But it’s more than just another woman to laugh with that I’m missing.

I miss the girlfriend that drops by your house unannounced on a Tuesday night. Sometimes she stays and bullshits with you for hours, and sometimes she just stops to say hi on her way home and, no, don’t worry about it, you’re busy, I’ll call you later.

And she will call, too. Usually.

Or maybe she won’t. Because things come up and she was getting dinner started and you know how that goes. And you do. But that’s OK because you’ll talk to her tomorrow or the next day anyway.

I miss the girlfriend that drags all of her kids over to your house and throws them in the backyard before you have a chance to say hello. And her husband sits with your husband by the grill while the two of you invent cocktail recipes in the kitchen. And you don’t even care that it’s Sunday, because people still have to eat on a school night.

I miss the girlfriend who calls your husband’s cell phone because you didn’t pick up at home and you never answer your damn cell phone when it rings and she needs you. Now. Her dog threw up in the living room and she’s stuck at work and you know her husband has an irrational response to puke. And she knows it’s ridiculous but dear God the man has put a bowl on top of the vomit and will you please go take care of that so my carpet isn’t stained before I get home?

And you do. And you don’t feel inappropriate at all calling her husband a pussy while you spray his floors down with Resolve.

I miss the friendship that is easy, even when it’s work. The one that is an integral part of your day and has long since passed the awkward, insecure stage of calling only to set lunch dates and dinner parties.

The one you don’t put makeup on for.

The one that’s seen you without a bra and after a good hard cry.

I miss the girlfriend that answers her phone on Saturday morning and admits that she’s not doing much. And, sure, she can run and get a pedicure with you that morning, because she needs one too and she just has to be back by lunch because they’ve got a family thing that afternoon and she’s behind on laundry. And so you spend an hour or two together and then you go back to your lives and your responsibilities. And, really, it’s no big deal.

Until it is.

Until you don’t have it anymore. And then, some days, it’s the biggest fucking deal in the world.

Like when your polish is chipped.

So close..But still so far

As of yesterday this small human being inside my stomach is weighing in at 9lbs and 13oz. Yes, you did read that right. HOLY FREAKING SHIT!

Add to that I am only 37 weeks this Friday. They have moved my c-section up a week to the 20th of January. I am pretty suck they are afraid they will be pulling out an 11 lb baby that day. When we have the baby I will be 38 weeks and 4 days. Seems like a good time to me. I had Rylee at 37 weeks and Rainee at 39 weeks.

So now all I have to do is finish getting the last few things I need and wait. In the meantime, I promise to try to keep up my record of not killing anyone during this pregnancy for the remaining two weeks. I tell you it is getting harder by the day. I have NO PATIENCE and I am all around grumpy.

The heartburn is constant at this point and I can NOT BREATH at all when I bend over. My maternity shirts no longer cover my belly so no matter what I do I am so HANGIN out. Not attractive when you have had two kids already! My stomach is far from flattering.

And so I will TRY TRY TRY TRY to be calm and relaxed for the next 13 days...

God help us all!

I can only imagine what I look like at this point

So this morning was back to school. Just like for everyone else I suppose. I take Rainee in and I am helping her get her coat off and hang up her backpack...

Thats when it happens...The inevitable comment that I get at least once a day. OMG, you have not had that baby yet? I thought for sure. You have grown so much I can't believe you can still walk! This is when I say...This is nothing..I still have four weeks left...

Then I get the "look"...The OMG she is going to blow up if they leave that baby in there for another 4 weeks (Mouth wide open and gapping)...Are you sure there is only one in there?

YES I AM SURE THERE IS ONLY ONE IN THERE!!!!

Can't people at least pretend to have some sort of cuth...

Top 10 things I just can't stand

The following list was not created in any specific order..Just as they came to me..Enjoy!

10. MONEY!!!
9. The gas tank in my car - I am pretty sure it is wrong and it freaking has a mind of its own!
8. Dishes - I know nobody that is sane really likes to do the dishes, but I HATE them!
7. Getting up to Pee every hour in the middle of the night from being pregnant - Seriously..Must I go more at night than I do during the freaking day!
6. STUPID people! This one truly pisses me off...Is it so hard to use common sense in life?
5. Whining - Be it children or adults, I just can't stand hearing it!
4. Lazy parenting - I will honestly never understand parents that have children and then are just to lazy to take care of them to the best of their ability.
3. Fighting - I hate fighting with people. Mostly my husband. I don't like the way it makes me feel or the things that end up getting said whether they are true or just said in anger.
2. Bad friendships - I do everything I can to be the best friend to someone that I can. I have come to find that most people in life do not live their lives in this same fashion. Its hard to take in that being someones friend doesn't mean as much to them as it does to you.
1. Feeling sad and crappy - I can honestly say this feeling this way is not the norm for me. I do what I can to be a happy and all around peaceful person, but lately particularly I just can't seem to get there very often. I am sure it has a lot to do with being about a million weeks pregnant, but still I don't like it.

What ten things can't you stand??

If this is how 2009 is going to be...I don't want to play!

The countdown begins...we are rounding up the kids...

When all the sudden I hear nothing but the sound of Rylee completely in pain. I means PAIN! She is not even to the full blow cry stage, she would have to be able to take air in for that. I pick her up only to find that two of the fingers on her left hand are scrapped and swelling FAST! The bruises are coming and the child WILL NOT move her fingers at all.

6..5..4..3..2..1...2009

And I was in the bathroom with both of my crying kids and my husband. Rainee received a nice smack to the head trying to get to her sister to see if she was okay. We go back and forth, do we take her to the ER for an xray or see how she is doing tomorrow. My mommyness tells me I need to take her in. I have to know if she is okay.

To Jordan Valley Hospital we go..Oh I know what you are thinking..First class hospital only for your kids Rachel...No really, it was just a possible broken finger and the closest hospital at 12:45 in the morning. They were very nice and fast. They let us play with the plastic gloves and the tv! Told me how cute my kids ARE and so understanding.

3:20 in the morning we arrive home...Kids to bed and just in bed ourselves. 6 hours later we wake up to...Nope not the kids, but the phone ringing. The police have called my husbands Step-dad trying to get a hold of him (WTF?)because someone has broken into his shop. ARE YOU F$%KING SERIOUS?

Oh yes I am.

If this is any indication as to what we have to look forward to for this year...I am not getting out of bed for the next 364 days!