What I'm doin' these days!

Well, I was just sitting here thinking in my head that I bet everyone is like "Man, I wonder what Heather is doing?" So I figured I would tell you.

Firstly, I am growing a person. He is pretty much all done cookin' in there, we just have to put on the finishing touches (you know like breathing etc). I have been a paranoid skitz for about 3 weeks because I am afraid he will come early like Denton did. He must be coming soon because I have an unbelievable urge to clean things and that just really isn't my MO. I vacuumed twice in a week long period! TWICE! Obviously something is seriously wrong with me. I am also afraid that my baby will be born and my laundry basket will be filled with dirty underwear. I don't know why I care about this but I am constantly trying to do laundry to insure that this doesn't happen. It's not like Clint would do the laundry and see the dirty underwear or anything, but the though of this scenario completely freaks me out.

I am also cooking lots of foods because I am HUNGRY!! I only have a few weeks left to try to gain a billion pounds and I am working tirelessly to achieve this goal. Today I made Pumpkin French Toast and White Bubble Pizza. Both were good but the pizza was Ah-mazing.... I am considering going back in for more, finishing it and telling Clint I was too tired to cook. This week I also made a no-bake pumpkin cheesecake, from scratch too! Look Mom, no box!

Let's see, I am also busy because I have a 10 year old that is in everything. We have choir once, soccer practice twice, and a game (or two) every week. Three days a week my husband and I exchange the Denton at 6 and don't meet up again until 8. Last weekend I thought I was going to run my feet off of my body. Friday I watched my gma, went to a soccer game, had dinner with extended family. Got up at 8 am for a soccer game on Saturday, came straight home to a Crimewatch block party, left there to a skating party, and drove from there to Music for Mika. I thought I was going to die at the end of the day, but I didn't so there's that and that is pretty awesome.

So anyways, five more weeks to "D" day! Sono in the AM to make sure he still has plenty of water in the pool, can't wait to see his skeleton-y, scary face again!

That is all.

Trying not to die and gaining weight...

What have I been doing this last week you ask? Well, the name of this blog says it all. Mostly I have been trying not to die and gaining weight at a rapid rate! Apparently I am pregnant with some kind of life sucking rhinoceros or something. In addition to putting on more pounds than are probably necessary, I am constantly fighting with a fetus for enough room to house my vital organs and allow them to function properly.

Just to recap, I went to Hawaii for a long (not long enough) time. I came back and had my glucose test. The doc was like "SOOOO, if you don't hear from us before next Wednesday, then you are good." My phone rings the NEXT day... my head is saying "If I don't answer it until next Wednesday does that mean I'm still good?"

So I answer.

Nurse: "Hey this is so and so with Doc so and so's office"

Me: "um yeahhh?"

Nurse: "Your glucose is fine."

Me: first thought YAY! Second thought, um then why are you calling, the only other test they said they were running that comes to mind is HIV (cue heart palpatations.) "yeaaahhh?"

Nurse: "You are anemic"

Me: "I'll take it!"

Nurse: "What?"

So, I'm not diabetic or HIV positive and I just have to take a little pill every night. Done and done.

Two days later I begin to show signs of what can only be described as some sort of death disease. I am dripping snot willy nilly, sneezing, coughing, and feeling like absolute turd. I call the OB, they don't want me to come in, they prefer I take my disease ridden body to a place not filled with healthy pregnant women. I call my PCP (whom I've never needed before because I'm generally healthy) and they tell me that, despite the fact that they are my assigned doc and the ONLY one I am allowed to see, they are no longer accepting new patients. Um.... okkaayyyy. I call the OB back and they bring me at lunch so I don't infect the masses. I have bronchitis, which I figured. I have battled this many times but not for a long time and it is particularly fun whilst pregnant with baby who loves jamming hard knobby appendages into my rib cage limiting my ability to breathe deeply and cough my lungs up.

As for the second half of the title of this post. I weigh more now than I did when I gave birth to Reghanne and only about 5 lbs less than when I gave birth to D AND I gained 1.5 lbs in a week. For those of you keeping count I am up to 155 now.... (Yeah, I told ya'll, I don't care if you know... I know and that is the worse than me telling anyone else I can think of)

Anyways, I am recovering quickly and getting excited about meeting my new little buddy (mostly because if he is out HERE he will no longer be in there causing permanent damage to my body parts).

PS. Reghanne made the Southwest Children's Chorus. She didn't inherit my voice but somehow ended up with a good one. We are very excited and will have a very busy December (they have 6 performances that month alone!)

That is all.

What's in a name??

For years, before and after becoming a parent, I have heard about the trials of parenthood. The sleepless nights, the barf in your hair, the pee on the wall, fits in public, embarrassing comments, the "guess what mama" or "why" one hundred and fifty times a day, etc etc etc. I have been able to handle all of these moments with composure and grace (well, not really but let's pretend).

I have found through my nearly 10 years of exceptional parenting that the hardest thing about being a parent happens before you even begin your trek as a parent. How on Earth do you name these things???? You are in charge of picking the thing that this person will be called for the rest of their life! What if you make a grievous mistake? What if you give them a name like Justin Case, and don't realize how easy you just made it for them to be made fun of by every single person forever.

As a "Heather feather what's the weather?" survivor, I can tell you that having a name that rhymes with lots of dumb stuff is unfortunate. With my children, I have tried to come up with all the ways in which their names could be made fun of, and I am pretty witty, so needless to say I am good at it. I remember with my daughter, my mom thought "Honor" was just adorable. Really Mother? Do you really want to name a girl a name that sounds like "On her"... doubt it. I went through a billion names, Destiny - sounds like a stripper, Honor - "Let's go get Honor", etc. For my son, we picked Jaxson early on, then Micheal Jackson had to go and die. Well, thanks a lot, if we go with Jaxson then everyone will associate my son with a bleached out, child molester... I'm good on that.

Now, here I am, pregnant again!!! From the day we found out we had the name picked out. So simple! William - after Clint's grandmother Billy, and Emmett - after Clint. Done and done! Then along comes my mom and says "I think Will Hardin might not be the best idea?"... I was like why? Hmmm... why? I said "Will Hardin, Will Hardin, Will Hardin" over and over and then BAM!!!!! It hit me... "If he stays out in the sun to long he WILL HARDIN!" UGH MY LIFE!

So that is JUST great... My husband and I don't exactly see eye to eye on names. He likes things like Wesley, I think we shouldn't name our child after a notorious killer (ie John Wesley Hardin). He likes Dallas, I think it might be a little weird to have a Denton and a Dallas (um, like Texas much ya weirdos?). I like Lucas, he hasn't told me why but he made a terrible face and said no. His comment yesterday pretty much sums up how this is going to go, "Great, now you will just be FBing me tons of names that I will hate."

So there it is... for the next 4 months we will be contemplating baby names and trying to find all the ways in which other people can turn them around to tease our little unborn baby. I really wish that we could just let him pick when he turns 10 or something... of course then his name would probably be Lightning McQueen or something equally as retarded.

What are your ideas for names and how did you ever come to an agreement???

That is all.

The Year of Wow

You can probably tell I have had a crazy year by the fact that it is barely six months in and I am already feeling the need to re-cap!

Every year in January, I take the plastic wrap off a new calendar. I flip through the months filling in the birthdays (well, the ones I can ever remember) and wondering what other words I will be writing in the 365 blank spots, 365 possibilities, completely unknown. What can you even hope to happen on January 1st? What if everything that happens surpasses anything you could have ever imagined?

In January we made the decision to move after living in our last home for only 4 months. What a crazy time!!! I thought I was going to lose my mind once or twice when the moving took well over a week and we gave away and sold half of what we owned but our new home was still packed!! The upside, I live incredibly close to my family now! It has been absolutely wonderful. I have had the chance to have coffee with my grandparents and dinner on the spur of the moment more than a few times. Our home is beautiful and is very energy efficient ( my water bill has been more than my electric bill every month so far). There have been some less than pleasant times, like the 2.5 months of construction and the fact that after 5 months we still haven't unpacked, but I have high hopes that we will finish before too long.

Another great moment, Clint started working!!! I don't think I have to elaborate too much on what a blessing that is since he has been in school since we got married. That is trying to say the least and it has been wonderful for us that he was able to find a job in his profession so quickly.

And thank goodness because we are expecting our third blessing in November! We decided we would like to have another kiddo while I was in the hospital recovering from my c-section with Denton! :) With his 2nd birthday approaching we decided it was as good a time as any and were surprised (well kind of) when we got pregnant immediately. We can't wait and are suuppperrr excited to let everyone know what we are having tomorrow. Sugar and spice and everything nice or snails and puppy dog tails? You'll just have to wait!

With the thought of a third child, I decided to take a year or so off of school. It is SOOOO much work. It is completely and entirely overwhelming and I am so burned out on school right now, I can't even begin to describe it to you. I am sure any of you out there with children and college know what I mean! To my surprise, when I called to talk to my advisor, I found out that I would be graduating in DECEMBER if I just hung in there! WOW! I cried with joy (which was only slightly embarrassing while on the phone with a complete stranger). I thought that this knowledge would sustain me through the very trying next two semesters, but alas, I am struggling. So say a prayer for me because I need to be able to remain focused so I can bring my illustrious 10 year college career to a successful end! I think I will even be graduating cum laude (if I can keep the grades where they are!).

What is the biggest surprise this year you ask? Well I am sure any one of the above things would qualify, but nope. That isn't it. I found out last week that my grandparents were going to be taking me and my entire family to Hawaii in August! This is a dream come true for me. I am not one to sugar coat so I will hardly do it now. My father is basically worthless. Besides planting the seed that grew in to me, he has done little over the last 29 years but continuously break my heart over and over. That being said, my grandfather has easily filled the missing place in my heart that would be reserved for a father (which is probably why my "daddy issues" have been minimal!) His positive and supportive influence in my life has been a life saver to me more than once and I love him more than I can express in any words I could ever find. I have dreamed of being able to share this experience with he and my grandmother and now, it is finally here! I am beyond blessed!!! So August 1-13th I will be heading out to paradise, leave a message!

Well, with 6 months of 2011 left, I have to say, I have been pretty blessed. I can't even imagine what the last half of the year has in store for me (besides a dream vacation, a baby, and graduation).

That is all.

Heather