Here is me, 25 weeks pregnant today, and looking more round every minute. The only time I don’t absolutely LOVE my roundness is when I watch MTV videos with tiny little babes with flat little tummies (which mine will never, ever be again after these 10 pound babies!) or see Salma Hayek dancing around half naked with a snake wrapped around her in Dusk til Dawn. Ohhhhh well… I bet I wear this belly much better than Salma ever could! And she wears a 40 pound snake better than I’d ever want to.
Anyhow, I bought this shirt at Motherhood and love it. I could wear it everyday. It is probably my favorite shirt of all time, maternity wear or not. However, with every wash the fabric gets thinner and more “pilled” and I alsolutely hate pilling. I always wash and hang up my nice clothes, so it has never been in the dryer where most pilling happens. I’m thinking I’ll just wear it over and over and never wash it again.
Ok, you know I’m kidding, right?
A funny looking kid…
Who turned out OK… 
Fell in love with a real hunka-hunka. And he loved her son too…
So she married the handsome hunka hunk… And together they made not so funny looking kids…
Thank Goodness.
The End.
*Disclaimer: I am aloud to make wierd & silly posts anytime after 10 p.m.*
See what happens when you mess with a hormonally challenged pregnant chick? I’d bet that the desk will still have a few more last laughs.
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Boops decided she really does like mud pie and will eat it whenever she can. This really saves on the grocery bill too. She has gone to this same little dirt hole in our back yard everyday and could sit there for hours banging rocks together and watching the dirt sift through her fingers. I am sure that we’ll be getting a sandbox soon… and some groceries for the hungry children!
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You really know that you are loved when someone will use their white t-shirt to wipe your dirty nose.
AND… I find my husband strangely and intensely attractive in this snot wiping photo. Fatherhood made this man even more attractive to me. GRrrrowl!
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Ok, only in Colorado is the land still untainted enough by man that deer run through neighborhoods. Note the gas guzzling, earth evil SUV’s and Trucks in all of the driveways… I’m not convinced Colorado will stay untainted for long… Run, Bambi! Run for your damn life!
I realized the other morning that I am, without a doubt, one of the luckiest women alive. It’s ironic how things happen, but I am more convinced everyday that fate isn’t to take credit for this. And I cannot take credit either. Someone up there must be smiling, though. I must have done something right, somewhere. Because I have been blessed!
We waited for this amazing, beautiful girl for years. We stuck it out through 5 miscarriages, fertility drugs, tubal surgery, CLOMID (Ugrhhh!), loss, loss, and more loss. I thought a child wasn’t going to happen for us. Even when the pregnancy was going well, and I was a few weeks shy of delivering Bella, I would worry that something would happen. I was conditioned to be ready for loss. I thought I must deserve it in some way. I worried that my body would fail to be a good mother even though my heart was aching (literally) terribly for it again.
Here she is, our special girl. And here comes “Baby” to put the cherry on top! This is what it’s all about!
Anyhow, my warm fuzzy feeling came the other day as I lay on the couch, stroking Bella’s little head as we watch cartoons. When I stopped, she rubbed my arm for a spell. It was amazing to actually notice, perhaps for the first time, that she gives back. She loves me too.
The way Austin knows when I am sad even before I know it. I love the way he always tries to surprise me with his gentlemanly thoughtfulness. He just knows me. He pays attention, and cares, about my needs and my happiness.
It’s the silly things that I notice, that makes motherhood so beautiful. The fact that Bella can have the dirtiest rings around her chubby little fingers, and I won’t hesitate for a second to eat the soggy french fry right out from her hand. I don’t care where it has been. I love to gobble every dirty, sticky little inch of her.
That feeling I get when I watch Austin cross the finish line at his BMX races– it is absolutely priceless. You can’t put a dollar sign on it. I don’t care if he wins or not. I don’t even care if my screaming mad woman dance makes him want to hide under his bike– he makes me proud and I want every mother to know that that’s MY boy! Mine!
My heart is full. So is my belly. With another little person to love. This is as good as it gets, Folks! I did something right, somewhere…
