Wow. Just one word, WOW.

So, for this one I'm going to need to give ya'll some background history. Ya'll know I have a five year old and a six month old. Well, after Chucky was born I had a Tubal Ligation done. Hubby and I had decided two kids were enough for us to put through college and raise. And my body was getting older, and more tired. It also took us eight months of trying inorder to conceive Chucky.

Now, fast forward to the past couple of weeks. I haven't been feeling, shall we say, up to par. I was fatigued. I thought it was a mixture of the migraines and allergies. Then, night before last, I felt something brush against the side of my lower pelvic region..... WTF????

I didn't tell hubby about that, at that point. { He had just gone along with me wanting the tubal. But, he has always wanted lots of children, but he understood my reasoning for not. } I just told him that I needed the car the next day so that I could run a few errands. I got an EPT test, took it.

It came back positive.

WTF?!?!?

Hubby and I decided to take the kids next door to our wonderful neighbors to play for the night. We went to the ER. Since, we figured, it was probably an ectopic pregnancy. Those can be extremely dangerous if not caught in time. You can actually bleed to death w/out ever knowing it. Scary huh?

Get to the ER and they take me back w/in the first half hour. Now this is a military ER. NOBODY gets back w/in the first half hour. Unless you're having a heart attack. They rush me through the first couple of procedures, blood pressure, heart rate, blood tests, urine tests, ect...
I get the pelvic exam done. Only words the doctor says at that point are "your uterus is slightly enlarged".... okay..... She decides to send me upstairs to get an ultrasound to see where/if the baby was actually there.

A wheelchair was brought out. Now, I'm one of those kind of people. If I can walk, let me do it, kay? I'm on the exam table two seconds, listening to the tech explain how they might have to do an internal ultrasound to find the baby. No problem. The wand goes down. Wow. There's a baby on the screen. Not just a lil baby at that. Apparently, I'm almost 20 wks pregnant!!!

WTF?!?!?

(and, thankgoodness it's a 'normal' pregnancy)

By the by. I'm 5'2 and about 128lbs. So, not a big girl. How in the hades am I five months pregnant, and not know it?!?!?!?

With my other boys I was huge by now and in maternity clothes....

Thus, the word of the day is WOW.

Lead Test.

Oh, boy. Today Superboy had to have his lead test done for school. Let me tell you. Five year olds do not like to have their blood drawn. Since it's a big whooha weekend at my husbands base, I had to deal with this.

Picture this:

One already harried mother with a six month old and a five year old. One tech had to watch the baby, and two other techs, and myself had to hold down the five year old. Now Superboy is 3 foot 7, and 47 lbs. And did I mention very, very strong? He had put himself into a hysterical fit. If it had been anybody else's kids I could see the humor in the situation. As it was I was ready to cry by the time we left the hospital.

Then I ran to get something to eat, because during all this my blood sugar decided to plummet to record lows, to the point of where I was shaking and slightly dizzy. So much fun.

Ran by the Commissary, and after all that, while still groceries in the car I remembered that I told the guys that I'd bring them pizza since they were putting in a 20 hr day in the husbands shop.


Needless to say I'm beat.

How was your day?

All in all .........

All in all it was quite an interesting Mothers Day.
Since, I wasn't working, and the Cowboy was spending the day waiting for boats to show up to the restaurant. (None did all day) I decided that since I was running down there for lunch I would go ahead and make a diabetic-coma inducing Chocolate Cake for the girls working that day. I remembered past Mothers Days that I had worked for that establishment where I would walk out with 500$ in tips on two parties. Sugar is a good thing on those type of days.

I went down with my children, and our housemates. We didn't walk in until almost 3pm. By now the house should be ready to fall apart its so busy from the after churchers. But, no, when we walked in there were only three or four tables sat.

I couldn't believe it. I have never seen, even the worst establishments, with hardly any business on Mothers Day. Needless to say, I'm sure the management was ready to kill me when we left for hyping up the staff with lots and lots of sugar, and no tables to spend the energy on. Poor Dears. hehehehehe

Today was a grand day. The weather was beautiful. I had my Mother's day present and card all ready to take over to my mothers office. At lunch Cowboy stopped by the house to pick me and the kids up, so that I could have the car for the rest of the day. We ate a quick bite to eat then I dropped him back off at work.

That's when the fun began.

I missed my exit off of the beltway so I had to take the next exit and backtrack. Some idiot in a truck decided that she wanted my space in the merge lane and didn't care that my car was already there. Mom, the kids, and I had fun at the DQ for lunch, no big deal. As I'm dropping her off at her office two fire engines race in behind me. (and of course I'm stopped in the fire lane dropping my mother off w/her two cake pans of home made banana nut bread, her mothers day gift) The car behind me has a Deaf woman driving and she can't hear the sirens, so her passenger is quickly trying to sign what is going on, and the fact that she has to move out of my way so that I can get out of the way for the firetrucks. I move over to the parking lot of the shopping center next door for about five or six minutes until I make sure that it's not something that is a major big deal.

So, I drive down to my mothers house to pick up her dog that I got talked into watching for a week. What should have been a 45 min. drive turned into a two hour free-for-all. Chucky would not stop letting us and the car next to us forget that he isn't the fondest of car rides. Especially car rides that last wayyyy beyond the call of duty. Superboy decided at this time he was going to see if his singing could be louder and higher pitched then said lil one's voicing his displeasure.

Then, the dog puked. On Superboy.

Oi vay!!

But the weather was so beautiful today...

Hiya

I'm a major reader of blogs in general, and I've decided to write one of my own to help the next year or so pass by with some 'non child based' interaction. I am a stay at home mom. I have a six month old and a five year old. Both very rambunctious boys. I love them dearly. We'll call one older one Superboy. (more on that later) And the baby we'll call Chucky. (He's already trying to walk and looks like one of those dolls, hence Chucky)

My husband (Cowboy) is in the service. We've been stationed near D.C. for roughly five years now. He'll be deploying for the desert this fall.

I love to bake, sleep, dance, and read. (quite a combination, huh?) I doubt I'll have any of those piss-your-pants-you're-laughing-so-hard type blogs. But that's alright. This is mainly going to be a venue for me to let loose on.

If you have any questions for me please let me know. I'll try to answer just about anything you can throw up way.