Super Mom?? How do I do that?

Phew.. We are still adjusting to life as a quartet. Hubby TDY: check; children go wild while he's gone: check. Recap: Jason goes TDY, Emma has to have shots a day before he leaves, so of course the negative side effects (that occur in one of 40 and include vomiting and diarrhea) are happening to my baby and happening the few days he is gone. Aiden (and this one is totally my fault) has decided he is scared of aliens.. I let him watch a scifi show called fact or faked, the alien was a fake video but he obviously didn't catch the faked part. Karate was late last night so we decided to run by chik-fil-a on the way home, wouldn't you know its going to be the busiest fast food joint in all of Colorado Springs.. and to keep things interesting while we sit in the drive through Emma starts to scream, not cry no scream so loud I can hardly order our food. And she creams the whole way home until we hit our street then she is completely serene. Go figure. SO.... we jump out of the car and unload the food and a very sassy baby. I (trying to be super mom here) decide I can nurse her and eat at the same time. Here we go, nursing and eating, going good besides the crumbs accumulating on her as i eat and the occasional drop of chic-fil-a sauce blob dropping on her little outfit. Then to keep things interesting my husband calls, ok so now talking, eating and nursing. Now lets make it really fun... Aiden randomly stands up and starts screaming that there is an alien outside. He has climbed half way up my body at this point, causing my little bobble head to come unlatched on my boob and thus she is screaming now. Jason hears the commotion and is like oh my what is happening?!??!?!?! I tell him about letting little A watch the show about aliens, so lets add a lecture from my hubby into the mix. I'm ready to clock out and take a break, maybe drink a glass of wine at this point (or more realistically a bottle). So I tell my hubby to shut it, whats done is done, I peel off screamer number two and open the back door to show him there is not a clan of aliens waiting to kill us and eat us or take us back to the moon which is where he is convinced they came from, readjust the starving baby, sit back down and try to finish my meal. The rest of the night goes a little better, Aiden is calm, Emma is grouchy and sick but holding her makes her stop wailing so I will ignore the tingling in my arms all night if I have to just to ease the throbbing in my head from all the crying/screaming from earlier. Come bed time ( and I cant wait to put them to bed so I can pass out) Aiden has worked himself up again, so I'm like whatever just sleep with me even though I know this means a night of knees in my back or ribs and elbows to the face. Finally all is quiet, i am out like a light. Well woken a bit later because my room stinks.. the pup decided to poo in my room and it smells so bad. I clean it and bleach the tile and spray some nice smelling stuff, nope I lay there and smell poo for what feels like hours.. I wake up a nit later because the baby's hungry and I'm (as my husband refers to me) the food source. I feed her, still smell the poo yuck, why wont it go away??? And I lay there trying to fall back asleep when the classical music station (we play so baby cakes will pass back out, she doesn't like quiet and I can't sleep with that creepy white noise) actually starts playing Oh Suzanna! Really?!?! This is not some pretty harp or piano song that's soothing me and her into sleep, no its some crazy hick song about coming from Alabama with a banjo on my knee, while my husband might have appreciated the song, being from the south, I most certainly do not! I finally drift off a while later humming the stupid song. This morning came way to soon. Coffee? Yes please!

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She's finally here!!

After waiting and finally getting induced little miss Emmaline Faye Holt is here! Induced at 730 am she finally came at 415. I'm so thrilled that it wasn't as horrible as I thought it might be. I wanted to go all natural this time so we gave it a go. I gave in at 7cm when I felt like I was about to climb the walls and ceiling I was in so much pain that I could barely rest for the minute in between contractions. I asked them to check my progress but seeing as I was in pain since they broke my water 2 hours before this point when they said I was only at seven and I was breathing so hard I was probably sucking all the oxygen out of the room I had a few tears but decided to have the epidural. That in itself was fine, I didn't feel a thing, it was just tough sitting still through the contractions while it was getting put in. After that and the medicine starting to work I was able to relax for a little bit and finish dilating. At 10cm which was 4pm she said ok lets start to push.. I was so ready to be done I wasn't messing around anymore, time to get down to business. I pushed and pushed and she was out by 415. Whew! Now to the hard stuff.... breastfeeding....

Hormonal again?!?!

Feeling a little pissy lately, with my dogs, with my husband, and even with my 5 year old. I'm ready to get this show on the road. 37 weeks now and a ticking time bomb, literally. My household is avoiding me and my moody self. I was dilated to 1cm at my last apt, so we will see if its more come Monday. I hope, I hope!! This little diva is taking her time and I bet she waits for Christmas day! eek! At least my OB Gyn is on call that day! She is going to dig in her heals just like her brother did.. I'm ready to try all the shenanigans that you read on the web to induce labor myself! I can't wait 3 more weeks or (gulp) longer!! I'm open to suggestions on getting this show on the road... Emotional and totally female is not my thing, I don't cry at commercials for goodness sakes, well not until recently. I believe that the first trimester hormones (that I guess I was too sick to notice) have come back with a vengeance. I should just lock myself in a room away for the remainder of the pregnancy to save my family from my wicked wrath! Come on baby, I want my body back!!

trials and tribulations of "the most wonderful experience of your life"

I am soooooo ready to deliver "the package", between her kicking my innards into pulp and worrying over peeing because I laugh, cough, or bend over for goodness sake I can't take it anymore!! It actually happened the other night, I had a coughing fit (because of the cold I caught from my germ harboring 5 year old, hand sanitizer has never had such a valued customer, but that's a story for another day) and you probably guessed it, I totally peed my pants. Not my proudest moment but thankfully I was in the comfort of my own home. I relayed the story to my husband whom then (I'm sure) nearly peed his pants laughing at my misfortunes. I just want to say WTF to all the women who think pregnancy was soo great and beautiful an experience. They must have never peed themselves eh?

I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!!

I would just like to say that this pregnancy (4 more weeks to go) has not been the easiest and I know I haven't always been the most pleasant to be around.  My husband however has been amazing! I mean so awesome he read the pregnancy books and told me info I didn't even know, as well as catering to my every need and always ready to rub my back when it hurts, which is EVERYDAY!! He even has been sooo awesome as to not complain about the nonexistent "snuggle" time since I hit the third trimester. AMAZING MAN!! I made him a card on shutterfly today, just a nice little love card to tell him how special I think he is. He is gone TDY for the week (military life) and I didn't realize how much I depend on him until he isn't here. I owe him big time! I will have to find a super special way to show him how much I love and appreciate him. I am open to suggestions. :)