Trick or Treat, smell my feet....

...and if they smell anything like chicken, I just may vomit.

I don't know what it is about chicken and pregnancy for me. They just don't mix. Perhaps it was, upon hearing of my queasy reactions at the sight of raw chicken, my husband chasing me around last pregnancy holding fresh-out-of-the-bloody package chicken while clucking? Nah. Couldn't be. (Love you, dear.)

Last pregnancy it was untoasted bagels and puppy chow that got me through the nausea. This time it's been fruit-by-the-foot fruit snacks and toast with spinach dip on it. Yum. That's a well-rounded diet, me thinks. But, this time is really not comparable with my last pregnancy. Instead of throwing up 3 times a day, I am only losing my fight about once every other day, which is a vast improvement. I feel like I am going to vomit twenty-four-seven, but not actually throwing up gives me hope.

I know. You like hearing about this stuff. I can tell.

Must go lay down. Computer making me dizzy.....

Pregnancy is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

Don't go to the doctor if you don't want to find out what's wrong.

Well.

I have some news.

I had been having some troubles for quite some time now, three months to be exact. I finally gave in and went to the doctor, because the symptoms I was having were definitely not normal. Well, the prognosis may surprise you (probably not though, because you probably already know). It surprised me.

And it definitely surprised Paul.









Yep. Number two is on the way. Doc thinks I am about 4 weeks along (which would put me in June), but it's hard to tell at this point. And let me tell you that I had taken no less than FIVE pregnancy tests in the last 2 months, and they were ALL negative. So I was definitely not expecting this. But we are EXCITED. We won't be finding out the gender with this one either, so don't get your hopes up.

Alex's reaction? She was speechless.







It was really fun for a day, then the morning sickness began to set in, and then I remembered why I would rather push 12 children our rather than be pregnant for nine months again. Does anyone know any women that think being pregnant is the best time of their lives? Please give me their address. I would like to hit them.

Because I am rapidly descending into the land of vomit, I will be going up to Michigan to take a huge leap backwards in my independent life and bunk up with my parents for a while. I need the help with Alex desperately, and this seemed like the best option. I am excited for her to get some quality face time with her family in Michigan... so... all of it.

Not sure when I am going to have the stomach to post again. This one has been in the works since last Wednesday, soo.... it may be a while.

Cheers to you and to my (apparently very fertile) womb.

"Your job, as journalists, is to tell the truth. That's what you claim you do, when you accept people's money to buy or subscribe to your paper.

But right now, you are consenting to or actively promoting a big fat lie -- that the housing crisis should somehow be blamed on Bush, McCain, and the Republicans. You have trained the American people to blame everything bad -- even bad weather -- on Bush, and they are responding as you have taught them to.

If you had any personal honor, each reporter and editor would be insisting on telling the truth -- even if it hurts the election chances of your favorite candidate.

Because that's what honorable people do. Honest people tell the truth even when they don't like the probable consequences. That's what honesty means. That's how trust is earned.

Barack Obama is just another politician, and not a very wise one. He has revealed his ignorance and naivete time after time -- and you have swept it under the rug, treated it as nothing.

Meanwhile, you have participated in the borking of Sarah Palin, reporting savage attacks on her for the pregnancy of her unmarried daughter -- while you ignored the story of John Edwards's own adultery for many months."

Read the rest.

Obama scares me. He really does. And the fact that people will go so out of their way to get this man into office scares me more. People's credit cards are being charged without their consent for thousands of dollars for OBAMA FOR AMERICA. Lies are being told and fostered by those who we are supposed to be able to trust to get to the heart of the matter. Poor Joe the plumber is being torn apart because he asked Obama a tough question. Because Obama said what he did, the "spread the wealth" comment, Joe is being ripped apart. I just don't understand how people are so quick to accept that Obama will not continue to be the man that he's been in the past. He wouldn't have gotten as far as he has in this race if he kept his old associations, but can you really believe that Rev. Wright was a Amecia-lovin' holy man for the last 25 years and all of a sudden has these awful things to say when Obama gets the nomination? If that was the case, you would think that more people would have left that church besides Obama, but it seems that others were well aware of Rev. Wright's positions.

Obama wants to look to the past to discredit McCain, but he gets affronted when anyone uses his past against him. Just makes you think, what's he hiding? Well, not much, it's just that people choose to not see what's in front of them.

I promise I am really trying to keep politics out of this blog, but it's hard. This is a big election, and either way we go, it's going to have a huge impact on our futures. I can only hope that if Obama gets elected, that I am wrong about him.

I promise the next post will be MUCH more exciting.

Mmmm... maybe think of something else to say...

When I am wandering around the mall near my house, I usually tend to stop in Things Remembered to say hello to the gals I worked with while I was pregnant. It's usually a pleasant visit, filled with updates on the current gossip as well as the unavoidable gushing over Alex, who is usually with me.

One of the girls, however, upon seeing me... EVERY SINGLE TIME... only has one thing to say,

"You look tired."

I could be bouncing off the walls, feeling better and more awake and put together than I have since the day I first got sick with Alex, and it's always,

"You look tired."

And I can tell her that I feel great, but she just responds with,

"Oh. Well, you look tired."

So now I just tell her it's my thing. You know, like short hair. Short hair and big bags. It's my thing. Thanks for noticing.

Continuation: The Most Perfect of Perfect Nights

Last night: Sucked.

We were up from before 2 until after 4. Alex was crying. Screaming in obvious pain. We thought it might be her throat, because it would erupt after she would burp or yawn or anything of the sort. We called the on-call pediatrician, and they said to give her some tylenol (which we already had), and just try and calm her down. If it didn't stop, they said we should take her to the ER. I was not composed, I assure you. Thank God that by the time the doctor called back, Paul had managed to get her to sleep. We stayed up and held her for a little bit to make sure she was out (this was an HOUR after we gave her the tylenol), and managed to get her into her swing without waking her up. She got up a few times, whimpering. The saddest whimper I've ever heard. Her voice is shot from being sick and crying so hard. We went to the doctor first thing this morning, and during the ear exam, she starts screaming. There, that's what it was. She's got an ear infection. I officially HATE ear infections.

Today, she's been happy for the most part. Every once in a while, she'll start whimpering, but it passes quickly. The doctor warned us that this could get worse before it gets better, so we are preparing ourselves for another hard night. And it's not even 10 in the morning. Ack.

Stupid Daycare.