Moving...again

man, oh man.

Well, get my mom going and she will take over everything... just kidding mom.

No seriously, she got an idea in her head. We decided it would be very dumb for Jeff to spend $1000 a month for him to stay in that house alone.

We are packing up...okay, Jeff is packing up the house today, tomorrow on Monday, and bringing it down on Wednesday.

We borrowed my brother's truck and trailer. Jeff and my Dad (with Nathan, he was bored) took the truck and trailer up to Susanville to bring down the bunk beds, baby stuff, crib, dressers and anything that would be helpful for us to really live in the house.

We have to save up for another rental here in Sacramento, and I doubt my Mom really wants us out anytime soon. She might change her mind after a week or so.Since I have been officially put on bed rest by the doctor we found here in Sacramento, she might be ready to kick us out in a week or two.

Well as soon as life slows down and the moving is all done and moved.

Wednesday Jeff will have another load, hopefully the rest of our stuff, will be put into a storage unit.I am excited to see him so soon.

Our only problem is where will Jeff go after everything is out of the house?

We have a few ideas.

But he officially is out on the 6th.

My mind is reeling. I can't even really describe how this feels.

I miss home, I miss Susanville, I love being here.

I am worried about money.

I am worried about Jeff.

I am worried about....

Okay, I started this a few days ago... and I am just getting back to this. so many thing have happened.

My brothers truck got a flat tired. There was not jack or anything for them to change the tire. Then the AAA guy who came out to help couldn't get the tire down to change the tire. Something was broken, or messed up.

Then my dad's friend Travis came to the rescue and helped them out.

Back at home the quickly with out a woman's logical-ness loaded the truck and trailer.

Jeff's dad was there and loaded his truck too.

Did mention the trailers tires are bald.

They made it back in time for the stressed out day of the century.

A few ...lets just say, we didn't all get along, the stress of the situation, and miscommunication led to a very long day with me crying and feeling very guilty.

(I can't help it. if I hurt your feelings , always unintentional, then I thing and about it and wallow in it for weeks, months, even years)

So, now we are trying to get this place organized.

My brother Jeremy is awesome. He was living here...kinda, he had his stuff here, but spent most of his time with his girlfriend... probably paying kissy face...so gross.

Anyway, he moved all his stuff out of the big room, so I could move my stuff from Susanville into it. He rocks and I don't deserve him as a big brother.

We got all the boys some what settled into other rooms. We need to get the settled before another big change happens. School starting.

I didn't make a big deal about it before because we were moving again.

My poor boys.

Nathan went up with my dad and Jeff and he worked his butt off. He deserves something special. Grandpa Bigney gave $5 for all his hard work.

I HAVE THE BEST FAMILY!

I wonder how I will ever repay them.

Seriously, everyone has stepped up to help.

I truly love my family.

I am so glad I am home now. I will be able to repay them some day....some how.

Now I have to wash the dirty laundry that never was washed before we left Susanville. And stuff that was left in the washer, and the boys rooms, and stuff that has be made living here.

It is a perfect sit down and rest thing to do.

We found a doctor and have already gotten me set up with a place to have the baby and all is swell.

My blood pressure is being regulated by my medication, but my feet are still swollen (think little pink piggies) and I have the beginnings of Pre-Eclampsia.

Which will not get better just worse. We are hoping the meds will keep it at bay and pregnant a few more weeks.

So the drama.

You can call me at my parents house or on my cell phone. Email me for my parents number.

I miss my Susanville friends a lot. I miss the town and the simple life.

This is the hardest thing I have ever done.

Sitting at watching everyone do everything.

Parenting and taking care of my kids. Cleaning up after them. Paying for things, shopping for me. Deciding things that concern me and my family.

It is very hard. I know that staying pregnant and keeping the wonderful baby boy inside me just a bit long is my one and only job.

My mom and dad are at work, so I am doing more. Not too much, I am not dumb.

Basically, I am bossing the boys around and making them work.

Wish me luck. with all the changes they aren't responding well.

Maybe I will try bribing them with something.

They really do deserve something good.

Better Safe Then Sorry

It has been known through town and the last 3 and half years we have lived here, that this small town hospital is not a place you want to go if you are sick.
Well really, it isn't that bad.
But I do know they are not equip to handle a preemie.
I have visited labor and delivery too many time in the last few weeks, I have been noticing alot of things...that they don't have.
At my last appointment, they found trace amounts of protein in my urine. They found some in my 24 hour urine sample too.
I know what this means.
Pre-Eclampsia.
Along with my high blood pressure.....and now protein...?
I had this with Matthew.
I know the signs and I know what too look for.
I also know it will not get better. There is no fix. No medicine to take. The only safe thing is delivery.
Matthew was 2 weeks and 5 days early. he still had complications and had trouble breathing.
being here and having all this....no, I am not going to take the chance.
The doctor here isn't taking it as serious..which makes me nervous.
Maybe the levels of protein are still low enough not to worry yet.
But if it does increase and my blood pressure does get worse, do I wanna take a chance and still be here.
Nope. We prayed about it last night.
I was back and forth all day until I went in for my Non-Stress Test.
The nurse was amazing. her name was Katie.
Jeff and I joked about how this summer was worse than 1997 (Jeff had 15 different jobs that year)...and then we explained why and what we were thinking would be best.
She agreed. She brought some things to mind and any worries or doubts I had, were cleared up with her answers.
I can't explain the peaceful feeling i had while talking to her.
So.....
We are moving.
The boys and Emma and I are moving down to Sacramento. I think we are leaving tomorrow around 5ish. Jeff will drive me down there and leave me there with the van. We will borrow my dad's 4-runner so Jeff can come down and visit.
We are hoping for the hardship transfer, but not planning on it. Jeff will come down when it is time for baby, and return a few weeks later.
The only thing I am having a hard time about, is Jeff not being here.
But we both agree the safety of this baby is most important.
We both know this is the right thing to do.
We have ALOT of things to do.
The plan is to take a load of stuff like we are visiting for a few weeks and Jeff will bring a load up each time he visits.
Labor day weekend, we (not me, bed rest remember) will come up with a truck or 2 and bring a large load back to my parents house.
I am worried about living with my Dad. He has less patience with the boys, I totally get it, but I worry.
I can't believe the crazy summer I have had.
I am not worried about the boys and school, the schools by my mom do not start until Sept 8th. They will be glad to have a few more days of vacation.
Wish me luck.
This is going to be a long few days.

Update

Okay, tonight it is way too hot to do anything but lay around.
But it is soooo hot the Internet keeps coming off and on....we asked the cable company, and it was out all over because of the heat.
Sooooo....
I am good.
Baby is good.
There is no extra amniotic fluid anymore. All is normal.
Baby was breech, but over Monday he decided to turn. I was having the worst pain in my back and side. IT WAS HIM!
By morning I was back to normal, no pain., and by the time we saw the specialist there wasn't any thing to worry about....well not anything.
I am the wonder that is me, so of course I will have issues.
I have higher Blood pressure than they like.
they want me on meds 4 times a day and then I will have to be be checked by ultrasound once a week, and then a Non- Stress test twice a week.
He also said, if I can stay pregnant for another 8 to 10 days, I can deliver in Susanville.
If anything should happen, like 4 contractions in an hour, i go straight to the labor and delivery and I will be checked. I am no where near ready to deliver...meaning, my cervix is high and closed...need a key to get me open.
I can deliver in Sacramento if I need to be.... I don't wanna.
I wanna be home, with my stuff, and my bed, and my mom has stairs and ....anyway, I am relieved i am not in any "complete bed rest" kind of danger. He does want me to take it easy, but I had to laugh.... I have 5 kids...duh.
So many things going on.... i don't have time to "bed rest"!
I am doing well, right now I am swollen....but it is like 100 degrees outside.
Still no air.
Or dryer. I get to go hang laundry in a minute, joy.
The new blood pressure meds make me sleepy (that should only last a few days) so hopefully i spelled everything right.
We got the boys set up for school on monday.... only a few more days.
So excited.
Not that they will be gone, that they will be busy. They are so bored.
I know, out here even.... I think all the snakes ran away......
I melting into a puddle as we speak..........why so hot today?

Tid bit news:
found out why we had to get out of the old house.....newspaper here in town says it all.

where do I begin.....?

so much has happened.
It started Tuesday at my ultrasound appointment.
My good friend Monica went with me because Jeff had to work.
They were checking the levels of amniotic fluid. They noticed it was higher than it should be at this time in my pregnancy. we got to see his adroable face. the ultrasound tech kept showing his lips and face. he is still breech, but she pointed out he has tons of hair..." see all the white dots?" she asked...."these are air bubbles, which right next to his head means he has got hair...and lots of it!"
He is a cute baby. I can't wait to hold him. I still need a name. She tried to get a gender double check. I keep having nightmares that he comes out a girl and I have given all my girl stuff away!
My doctors appointment on Thursday proved to be the weirdest day in a long time.
Well, the Tuesday ultrasound showed that it was more fluid than the week before. And I gained 6 lbs in a week.
The doctor was so concerned he wants me to see a specialist in Reno. He wants some more blood test done, me to pee in a jug for 24 hours and get steroid shots. Also to take it easy for the weekend....kinda like best rest....
Yeah, right, I have 5 kids.
Of course I freak out. On the inside.
I joked the reason for my blood pressure being so high was that my in-laws were on their way into town to visit for the day. The doctor did not laugh.
Straight from the doctors office I headed to the hospital and got my first shot of steroids and to pick up my jug.
That hurt. The shot, not the jug.
And then we went to get some food for lunch to feed Jeff's parents.
By the time I got home the steroids were taking effect. It was subtle.
We really enjoyed the time we had with them. I always dread the visit, but end up eating my words.
We talked for hours, well Jeff's mom and I did. Had a great visit...The boys played outside.
Then as I was giving her some clothes I was about to give to the thrift store, my hip went out.
Like I almost fell.
I sat for a while, and then got up to make dinner.
I didn't want to ruin the visit, so even though I felt weird and could barely walk I made dinner.
It got worse by the time we were eating.
I talked my mother in law into watching Momma Mia, which she had never seen, (and she loved it) and in the middle of dinner I finally told Jeff I was having problems.
I couldn't walk. The pain in my hips was horrible. I was afraid to walk. The joints in my arms and shoulders hurt. I felt dizzy, I couldn't see 7 feet in front of me clearly, my eyes were burning and I felt like I was on fire.
We called the advice nurse and they said take me to the hospital.
I begged for Jeff to let me finish my dinner and off we went. Jeff's Parents volunteered to stay with the kids.
Off we went. by then I was having contractions and the base of my back and hips hurt...really bad. and intensified with each contraction.
they hooked me up to all the monitors and made me drink lots of water.
tests and more tests, I checked out okay. We made it home by 11:30.
Jeff and his dad gave me a blessing and I took some pain meds for the pain that was still in my back.
The doctor on call said it was some of the side effects of the steroids. You basically feel like crap.
No one warned me of the side effects.
I think just from my busy morning/day, not drinking enough water and all the news and stress of it all made me go into labor.
Jeff stayed home from work on Friday and after my second steroid shot I laid in bed most of the day.
My mom is trying to convince me to just move to Sacramento and have the baby there.
The main concern for the baby is that my body will keep producing more fluid and the uterus will think I am ready to deliver when I still have just a little over 6 weeks to go.
They do not have the proper facility to take care of an early baby here in this town. They will recommend Reno.
Reno is an hour and half from my town. I have 5 kids and I will have no help.
My best bet is staying in Sacramento, where they have several hospitals that can take care of the baby if he came early in a moments notice...well with in 20 minutes and not an hour and a half. I would have more help then I will need in Sacramento.
It is the smart thing to do.
We will have to move soon.
Stress!
We will see the doctor on Monday, he will check fluid levels and then the specialist in Reno is on Tuesday. We have to wait and see what he says.
Not sure what he will say. If he says bed rest, then we will be moving the kids and I to Sac to my mom's house.
Jeff will stay behind and work until he can get a hardship transfer or until his transfer comes through in December.
He will just have to come and visit every other weekend until the baby comes. It will be the hardest thing we will ever do. But just for the safety of this baby, it will have to work.
I can not even tell you the stress level I am at.
The steroids are so weird. I had the same symptoms yesterday after my shot that I had on Thursday. But this time I was sent to my room.
I have no idea what I did to deserve a guy like Jeff, I am so lucky. (I still haven't figured out why he loves me so)
The side effects are still here today, just not as bad. I am jittery and my eyes still burn, but I can see better.
Which is good, because I had to drive to town to turn in my 24 hours of urine.
Never a weirder feeling then to have to carry a jug of pee into a hospital.
They are checking for protein...toxemia.
Not sure if I will be at church tomorrow. Just not feeling well.
My back and hips don't hurt, which is good, but if I do too much i feel pain in my back, like shooting, pulsating jolts of pain with every beat of my heart. I hate it.
Jeff is working too, I wish I could say I wish he was home.
He got some overtime tonight.
Thanks to Arnold and his furloughs, we need every dime. And have to suffer with the any and all over time he can get.
That 3rd furlough day took away my grocery money. What little I had.
That is what has been going on in my life.
I am an emotional wreck. So many things to think and ponder on. So many things to stress over... and these steroids on top of my hormones are not helping.
Any and all help is excepted.
Any advice is welcome too.
I need more stress like I need a shot in the butt....which I might get again next week.
Wish me luck.

4 boys, first broken bone

So Saturday night started out wonderful.
Jeff got overtime, I could make an easy dinner, it was nice and cool.
The boys were playing and then fighting and playing and then fighting....same old same old.
I am resting from over doing it.
Mostly from yelling at the boys for fighting.
As I watched TV, Sammy and Caleb come into the living room SCREAMING!!!!
Caleb has Sammy fingers in his hand. Caleb is screaming and crying hysterically, "I am so sorry Sammy!" (over and over)
I calmly asked what happened.
I do not get an answer...because they are both still screaming.
I take Sammy's hand from Caleb and ...that is when it happens.....
the blood pours down from his finger, down my hand and all over my clothes. (luckily I was wearing my painting clothes)
Nathan than gets hysterical, I have to calmly tell him to knock it off, tell Caleb to stop or I will slap him, and Sammy to calm down.
I check out where the blood is coming from and it is Sammy's middle finger, right at the base of his finger nail.
Sliced all the way across. And it looks like it is half way through the finger.
(Now, If you know me well, I hate the insurance up here. I hate that I have to pay for the 20%.
Growing up with Kaiser and never having to do that and having it all my married life until we moved here it was hard to accept.)
I knew no matter how cheap I was, I would have to take him to the ER,
I can't believe how calm I was through out the whole ordeal.
I wrapped up his finger in a towel, I changed my clothes, and loaded him up in the van.
I knew not to call Jeff. (He was mad at me, but he was working overtime and I knew I could handle this)
I called my Mom, I dunno why, I just do in a crisis. (big or small)
Sammy insisted Nathan come along to "hold his hand"...too cute.
Off we went.
The ER was not too busy. And I am thinking...small town, Susanville ER, this won't take long....
So the wrong night to go.
So busy...a few car accident patients (nothing tragic, just back injuries), a guy who's eyes watered for 2 hours at home and was losing his sight, a one year old with a fever day 3 of 103. A kid with a broken arm, (it looked like a Z when he came in), a lady curled into a ball miscarrying, and 2 inmates brought in from the prison.
I Carly was on the TV, for an hour and a half, I almost pulled out my hair. I can only take 1 episode at a time.
Sammy, stopped crying as soon as we got the the hospital, so he was just hungry.
I always have a purse full of stuff for boys to do and eat, but I was so "calmly" rushed I didn't even grab water. All I had was a $10 bill.
We waited....and waited.
Jeff finally got off work at 10pm and he came right over. Jeff went with Sammy to get X-rayed. And we waited some more.
Just after eleven, we were brought to the back. And we waited some more.
We decided Nathan wasn't needed and Jeff took him home and changed from his work clothes.
We waited.
Just after midnight, the doctor came in and said it was broken. They were gonna clean it and glue it and splint it.
And we waited.
Some of the guys Jeff works with were there and ordered pizza. They were more than happy to share with Sammy, who was very, very happy to have pizza.
They finally cleaned it.
And talk about THE worst ER nurse I have ever met.
She completely ignored any questions Jeff had, like he wasn't there.
We had to remind her what the doctor wanted her to do to Sammy's finger.
Seriously!
I had to ask her to wrap the splint after she put it on.
We waited some more and was so mad when the baby on day 3 of 103 temp, was finally seen at 1am. Poor baby. I would have given up my spot in a heartbeat, if I had known they were gonna make him wait.
Sammy was a trooper.
You know, he never cried the whole time we were there.
We finally left, proudly showed off his very large, now wrapped in white gauze, middle finger he to the guys with the pizza. I thought it was funny, and so did they.
They gave us some Tylenol with Codeine for him to take. We gave him one dose. He really isn't in any pain, but just in case the numbness or shock wore off in the middle of the night.
Sammy was my first boy with a broke bone.
In all my 13 1/2 years of motherhood, he was my first broken bone from the boys. Knock on wood.
(Emma's broken nose was the first)
He has a check up on Wednesday to see how it is healing.
And the twerp is having a hard time keeping on his splint.
Just watch, this new baby boy Bigney joining our family will be the child who gets hurt the most.

Pain

Man oh man, it hurts.
My foot.
1/4 numb and 3/4 hurts like heck.
If I walk on it, it hurts.
If I don't walk on it, It hurts.
If anyone touches it, it hurts.
No, I did not break, it sprang, it or twist it.
I woke one morning and the pain shot up my leg.
It is a part of pregnancy. Of mine anyway.
Which makes this VERY LAST pregnancy for me, all the sweeter.
I never have to have pain in my stomach when I bed over.
I never have to have pain in my hips when I bend over.
I never have to have swollen ankles or hands.
I never have to have the pain going all the way down my leg from sitting too long.
I will never have to sleep sitting up, if I don't want to.
I never have to have a stuffy nose like this for 9 months, which makes me so nauseous that I can't sleep on my side and I have to sleep sitting up.
I will never have to be hungry and eat every time I wake up to go pee at night.
I will never have to wake up to go pee all night long.
I will never waddle again.
I will never have to see a doctor once a month.
I will never have to do all the other little things involved with being pregnant.
Down side....
I will never feel life move in my belly again. that is my favorite part.
I will never have to come up with a name.
I will never have that anticipation of what he/she would look like.
I will never feel that sweet new spirit so small in my arms, knowing he is a piece of Jeff and I.
This is my last time doing this.
Yes, someday we will have grandkids, but I am too young to ponder about that now. And I think it will be different.
I am sad.
It is bitter sweet.
Why is life so bitter sweet?
Good and bad.
Hard yet soft.
I know why.
It is for us to learn and grow.
Does it have to be so stinkin' painful to walk?
I don't know what to do about this pain in my foot.
I am a mom of 5 and a wife. I have things to do.
I can't just sit around and read the Twilight series again....all day.
Well, maybe I can until Thursday... that is when I see the doctor again.
Think less painful thoughts for me, unless you revel in me being in pain.
If you do, never mind.

"Criiiiikey!"

I hate snakes.
No, I really do.
Like "freak me out, phobia" hate snakes.
But the boys are so happy it is so worth it.
I don't touch them or hold them.... but I can take a picture of them.
So gross.

I think Caleb would love to be the next "Crocodile Hunter"... I think he may just dress as one for Halloween.

Update

I updated my private blog with pictures of the kids.
that's all, not big deal.
I am gonna try and upload some more pictures.
Maybe get a recipe posted soon.
We will see.
Lots to do around here....not.

I did it!

I haven't played with my craft stuff in months.
But I got it all out...well not all, just a few bags.
Tomorrow, I make thank you cards and maybe attempt a scrapbook page.
I need to keep myself busy with something.
The boys play outside so much it only takes a few minutes to clean up the house and then I am done...I quit my soaps. I don't watch those anymore.
and I can only stand so much Noggin.
Anyway, I am gonna really play with the paper tomorrow.
Maybe if I finish something I will post a picture.
Wish me luck.
I may give up after a few minutes and just read Twilight again.

Snakes, frogs and "capitillars"..oh my!

I am so sick and tired of these little creatures.
I am sick and tired of frogs in my house.
I am sick and tired of saying "frogs outside"... or "bugs outside"...or "snakes outside"
Today Nathan found a snake.
It teeny tiny baby "garden" snake.
I mean..."didn't freak me out" teeny tiny. (his head was smaller than my pinky finger nail)
They were in love. They named him Dusty.
Dusty is a GI Joe figure character.
Caleb found a "swimming" frog earlier and then a "capitillar".
Sammy got a sun burn.
He is seriously the loudest child I have ever had. I feel for him though. He is the baby boy. He is just heard very last. He really has to yell to get someone to listen.
As a Mom, I tune them out a lot, until the fighting and yelling begin. (I have NEVER once said I was a great or perfect Mom.)
Matthew missed his second dose of medicine and cannot take it after 4 pm. He would be awake all night.
Emma was my buddy off and on today. She didn't want to get out of her barbie night gown until Matthew found a pink dress for her to wear. (these boys are going to spoil her rotten before I even get a chance)
She glowed and giggled when she saw it.
I laid around and did nothin' all day. I did feed the children and yell for no creatures in my house. But I really didn't do much.
My ankles are finally back to normal. They have been swollen for 2 weeks. I laid around in my night gown all day.
I was suppose to drive Jeff to work today. His truck is giving him issues. After a bad night with my allergies I decided against driving him and that meant I would not be going to church.
yes, I have felt guilty all day.
New ward, kinda nervous.
And now as I sit here typing, I am trying to figure out a way to say something with out saying too much.
I don't feel like myself.
I feel just yucky. and Blah. and kinda...well not me.
The newness of the house is wearing off. The excitement of this next adventure is fading.
I feel a lot of waiting.
Waiting for this baby to come, another adventure... waiting for December to come after that...the next adventure.
I am happy the boys are happy.
They are more than happy.
The country air is perfect for them.
The country air is giving me allergies.
I need something to do.
Maybe, I have just been so busy the last few weeks, and month, that now that I have nothing to do but wait, it is making me sad.
Tomorrow is more frogs and bugs and hopefully NO snakes.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Officially

We are officially out of that house.
The one on Arnold Street.
I am sure a few of our neighbors are very happy and relieved to see us gone. (especially the little old ladies)
No more bikes up and down the street. No more playing at the creek. No more boys in the way as cars come down the street.
Boys have selective hearing. So no matter how many times, I yelled, screamed, pleaded and cried for them to stay out of peoples yards and the street as cars would go by, they still did it.
We will miss our neighbors Tim and Brandy. They have the best kids. Nathan will miss playing with their little boy Tyler. I was too shy to really get up the nerve to get to know Brandy better. (I kick myself about that.)
We will miss our neighbor across the street Juan. He was always saying hello and giving the best big smile. Sammy will miss him the most. They had thing shooting each other thing.
He does have great taste in classic rock.
I will miss the Air Conditioning in that house, but not the electric bill.
I think Jeff, in time, will miss the small yard he had to keep up, which was almost impossible anyway with four boys and the fact that it started out half dead when we got there.
Nathan misses the backyard and the creek.
I will not miss the hardwood floors...well that is a plus and minus kind of thing. I miss the ease it was to keep clean, (which was hard and I actually did by the way), but then again I was sweeping about 10 times a day. And Mopping forever.
I will not miss the kitchen faucet that sprayed everywhere but where I wanted it too.
I will not miss the small garage. (Jeff will agree with me there)
I will not the really bumpy drive way.
I will not miss the only 3 bedrooms thing. The boys don't have to share now and bed time is a lot easier.
I will not miss how small the master bedroom or bathroom is. We put our bed up in this one, minus the bed frame (to high for my pregnant Jaba the hut body) and in this master bedroom the bed looks dinky. So much space. We will have plenty of room for baby boy Bigney when he gets here and all of his stuff. (no official name yet)
I will not miss not being able to use our fireplace. All that wood and we couldn't even use it.
I will not miss the pellet stove. Always afraid Emma was gonna burn herself.
I will not miss ....
I guess I ran out of the "I will not miss about that house."
I will... however miss the tiny shower...just because the one here, if you can believe it, is smaller and the door is broken.
I will miss the pantry space I had.
I will miss having both extra freezer and fridge in the same place. (one is in the laundry room here and the other in the garage)
I will miss the kids being closer so I could hear them at night. It gets so hot here and all the fans going, plus my room being clear on the other side of the house..... I check on them a lot during the night.
I will miss the water pressure and being able to get a load of wash done, baths done, and dishes done faster...and sometimes all at the same time.
I will miss the dryer. I miss my dryer.
I will miss being closer to town. I know, I know, it isn't very far...but if I forget something at the store... it just feels longer.
I will miss the security I felt when we left the kids at home. We were only minutes away.
I will miss the lack of bugs, frogs, and critters that are invited into my home now.
I miss being closer to my friends. Less than 4 minutes to each one.
I am so grateful for this house. There is so much space.
I was just telling a friend....bigger house = bigger mess.
The boys are so preoccupied with the critters and the large yard they are even messier here. (Yes, it is possible)
I am going to miss living in that house.
Thank you 950 Arnold Street!
You were our saftey from the storms, you were the home filled with laughter and joy for my family, you were the perfect size. You were the first home Emma ever knew.
You were the house we had our sweet Zoey in. (I really miss that dog)
I thank the one who helped us find you, 950 Arnold Street. We needed a place so badly back then. We needed help and didn't know where to go. I have never forgotten that. I will forever be grateful for your kindness and friendship.
Now for this house.
I wish our TV wasn't broken. I am afraid our "on" button got hit in just the right way when the men move it. I went to turn it on last week and it broke and went right into the TV. We figured out a way to make it work until.... that broke. We can not turn it off or on now. We just leave it on for now....until we can figure out what to do.
The heat is making me tired and sick. I need cool air.
The dryer is the first thing we fix. We need an electric dryer bad. After I pull the clothes from the washer, I have to go out into the unshaded heat and hang clothes. It is a pain and I am grateful I have even that. But I can't do it for much longer.
I have to get checked via ultrasound once a week.
There is too much amniotic fluid. They are worried. Not telling me why they are worried.
I have 9 weeks to go. And I feel way bigger than I should. I also feel like he will fall out any minute. His little feet are kicking me...well, WAY lower than he should be this early in this stage. It is scaring me.
Okay, done complaining.
I miss the old house, but love the new house.
I know I can endure the MANY quirks about this house until December.
I haven't figured out how many days that is....yet.
I just might though.