The Dirty Thirty

Yes folks, do not be fooled by my youthful appearance. I am turning thirty in a week! My sweet husband went to great lengths to throw me a surprise birthday party last weekend and I was definitly surprised. Most of my family and my friends were there. I felt very special to have that many people celebrate my birthday with me. Looking back I feel bad because I almost got pissed off at Mike for not following the schedule I thought we had originally planned complete with a Chick-Fil-A stop around lunch time. Since he was falling behind schedule (so I thought) I almost left without him and ruined my party. But we showed up not too far behind the scheduled time I was suppose to arrive, Chick Fil A in hand and all. It was a lot of fun!

17 weeks and I can now feel Deucer move from the outside. Its real light but there. I am also feeling pretty good too and sometimes forget I am pregnant until I feel one of those kicks or flops inside of me.

Now that my birthday party is done, it is on to planning B man's. This year is Caillou and I am so glad Mike agreed to this (he doesn't care for the cartoon). B man LOVES Caillou and I hope he loves this party. Can't believe he is turning two! Last night he said two words in a row, "Chi Chi hot" (translation= this mac n' cheese is hot). Could've cried people! He is growing so fast. Another delima is what he is going to be for halloween. We are thinking cow or dinosaur. I want him to pick it out, but he doesn't really get it yet.

15 weeks...almost

Well lets see, what can I talk about. This time around its hard to talk about the pregnancy. I can't give you any neat updates on what its doing because I can't scan myself. I sometimes even forget I am even pregnant this time (when I am feeling good). Speaking of feeling good, I can poop again! I know, gross, but when you have a really hard time with that for so long it is such a great feeling that you want to tell the world. I was doing pretty well with the nausea and vomiting thing until today. I went 4 whole days without puking, I still felt like it sometimes but could keep it under control.

I ordered a pair of maternity jeans. My friend gave me a bunch of hers, but for some reason they seem really short. I mean, they will work with flats, but not with boots. So I ordered a long pair just for that occasion. I want a pretty mild winter this year, since I can't go snowboarding and I will be delivering in the winter, I am hoping its not too harsh.

B man is still B man, rambunctious as ever. I have to remind him that he can't just jump on me because he might squish his brother (I think its a boy). I am starting to get a little anxiety about the transition from crib to bed. I thought we might try this Christmas maybe sooner. He loves beds and likes to lay on everyone else's. Hopefully he'll stay in his own. I highly doubt that though. He has officially started the terrible two's. He whines now too and tells me "NO". I swear I wasn't like this as a kid and this is all Mike's fault. I can't help but think, "Am I doing something wrong as a parent or do all kids act this way?". For instance, going out to eat is a nightmare for me. He won't sit in his seat without screaming or crying. He wants up, he wants down. He doesn't want to eat and he throws everything. Did I mention the screaming and whining?!?! When I see other kids in the restaurant they are usually really good. Oh Lord, help us. At least there are some moments right before you want to strangle him that he is so cute and I end up squeezing and kissing him instead.