See this cute face?
Know what it said to me yesterday in the stall at Walmart as I got up? As loud as it could in it's best singing voice??
I see London, I see France, I see you's underpants!
Nice Talon. Nice!
The power of words. So many of you remember my rant on the lovely mom I met that told me if this baby is another boy, then I must be a good boy mom. This was evidently supposed to be a compliment? ... I'm not really sure. However, she was a mom I had met one or two times. Our children are in the same kindergarten class. Now, some time has passed since we originally talked about what a great! BOY mom I am. I do have to agree. I mean, my hair is hardly ever done, my makeup is sometimes done, but most likely not, and the last time I wore a dress Lion remarked, Hey Mom - why are you wearing girl clothes?
So as time has passed the aforementioned mom invited me to join her carpool after seeing me there two times/day every other week. So now there are three of us. And we talk on a regularish basis about the transport of our children. What she doesn't know is that I have a knack for names and faces. If I meet you, and I mean really meet you, chances are that months down the road I will remember your name and face ... or at least your face, which can lead to awkward moments where I appear to be a stalker. Yesterday I saw said Mom at the Kindergarten Christmas party, and you know what she said, "Oh! You're pregnant?" Okay ... I guess I'm not memorable. Or maybe it's because my HAIR and MAKEUP were actually done (and before 8:30 in the morning). Totally different creature.
But you know what - her words upset me that day, and I guess still do to this day because there is hidden meaning behind them -- to me at least. The lesson this has taught me is that one flippant phrase might fly out of my mouth one day and be lost to the wind, but it might have a lasting impact on those who hear it. As with most things Kara, the point doesn't really hit home until I am the one affected. Guess I need to start watching what I say.
And start doing my hair and makeup. Here's to 2010!
So, recently I have felt what some would describe as guilt pangs. I am so excited to have this baby! Really excited! I would say the most excited I have been to have a baby - ever ... and this is number 3. Can you blame me? Look how cute baby will be!!!
However, this where the guilt steps in. Am I really so excited because baby is rumored to be all GIRL?!?! Surely not. I mean, she can't go get her nails done at 2 months. That kind of stuff has to wait - years. And by that time, she'll be in full female hormone rage (which terrifies me) and won't want to hang out with her mom then ... I feel like I am being ungrateful for the wonderful, loving boys I already have, who are so much fun and have taught me many things, like stuffed animals really do make good missles and an occasional round of rough-housing is actually quite fun!
Guilt ridden and up at the ubsurd hour of 6 am, I started thinking about why I am so excited. I mean, jusband will be out of the country for the birth and first 4 months of her life. NOT exciting. Then it hit me ... I do not have to go to work. I don't have to worry about getting the perfect schedule so I can throw her into daycare and run back to work while worrying about her well being and sad I missed all the baby stuff. Nope. I get to enjoy it all! When she doesn't sleep, the next day will suck, but I don't have to put on a smiley face for 30+ strangers ... just my boys.
I don't think it will be easy by any means. Mainly because my partner in crime will be on a mission fighting the bad guys. But I am lucky that I have this opportunity to finally do it this way!
Definitely Heaven blessed!
Aren't those toes the cutest?
p.s. Everything is looking healthy as well! Heart, brain, kidneys, growing on target!!
Besides a giant pumpkin? 21 weeks as of last Friday. Level II ultrasound today! I want to say I'm so nervous that I just don't care anymore, but we all know that AIN'T the truth ...
cranky pregnant lady - that's what I am!
So today we went to give Talon his second H1N1 booster. While waiting in line the lady looks me up and down focusing on the expanding belly and says, "You need to be getting one of these too. You are .... ummmm ... a ... ummm ... caregiver?!" HAHA! To be 21 weeks pregnant. Pregnant lady belly, or just FFFAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!!! Hilarious. I told her I already had one, and he was here for his booster. I let her feel awkward, which maybe wasn't the best, but it made me laugh!
