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Anti-what?

The other night, Kate was spending the night with her Papa and Nana, so Andy and I went on a real, honest-to-goodness date. We went to dinner, which was lovely even though I couldn’t eat a bite of my chimichanga when it arrived, and then to the local outdoor mall to walk around… and by “around” I mean “directly into Coldstone.”

Blame it on hormones (at least that’s what I’m going to do), but when we got home I was sooo tired and grumpy, and any little thing was setting me off.

While Andy was brushing his teeth, I was trying to wrestle the sheet and blanket into submission, and I yelled to him “WHAT IS WRONG WITH OUR COVERS?????” as though it was some kind of malfunction in the way they were made, rather than us neglecting to have made the bed that day (or week, whatever).

Not 10 seconds later, I was screaming – again – about something else equally mundane, and Andy pipes up from the bathroom…

“Can I, like, get you some medicine or something?”

The rage rose inside me.

“Medicine??? What kind of medicine would you like to give me?” I asked.

“I don’t know… some kind of anti-mean medicine.”

Fortunately the hormones took another quick U-turn and for whatever reason, instead of telling him where to go, I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever heard in my life.

As I sat there crying with laughter, I said to him, “Did you just ask me if you could get me some anti-mean medicine?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I just thought it might keep you from screaming again.”

As I sit here and write this, it still just cracks me up. The man has a point, though. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was such a thing as anti-mean medicine? I wonder what it would consist of. I’m not entirely sure, but I have a feeling it would start with “M” and end with “argarita.”

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Big news…

Well, I finally let the cat out of the bag at work yesterday, so I feel at liberty to do so in the blog world now.

Kate’s going to be a big sister!!

I’m due on April 14, so I’m like nine weeks right now. I’ve been feeling ok. Actually, make that pretty crappy. Lots of nausea, fatigue, and two days ago, the heartburn kicked in. Awesome. But, like we always say, it’s a small price to pay for a miracle (or something like that….)

Anyway, Kate is super excited. She has written a song called “Mommy’s Going to Have a Baby Soon” and it goes like this… “Mommy’s going to have a baby soon, Mommy’s going to have a baby soon, Mommy’s going to have a baby soon…” pretty creative, eh? She asks me everyday when I get home from work if the baby’s come out yet. Telling her the baby won’t come until April doesn’t mean a thing to her… like when she tells me to pick her up at the sitter’s at 8:11:12. Um, ok. But she’s happy and it’s so cute.

Finding out I was pregnant was quite an ordeal. Because I have soooo much patience, I tested the day my period was due. It was negative. I still didn’t get my period, so I waited four more days and tested again… negative. After a week I tested again and it appeared to be negative at first, but after I got out of the shower and looked again, there was a possibility it was positive, but when I looked at www.peeonastick.com, my hopes were dashed, as it said what I saw was an evaporation line. So, finally, TWO WEEKS passed and I wasn’t going to mess around anymore, so I bought one of those digital things that says “pregnant” or “not pregnant.” Fortunately, it said the former.

By the time I went to the doctor for the ultrasound, I thought I was eight weeks pregnant, and found out I was only six and a half. But, we saw the heartbeat and got a picture of the tiny little dot, and everything was great.

Jenny’s response? “Yes! I’m so glad you’re pregnant. This is going to make great material for the blog.”

Ok, this is Jenny, I am butting into Emily’s post, to tell you the whole truth!!! I have always been quite bossy, so I would like it to be known that during Emily’s two weeks of non-testing, I was constantly nagging her to TEST AGAIN. Cause really, my need to know was more important than hers. Then, when I found out that she was indeed going to pop out another kid, my reaction was as she’s stated above, with the addition of, “It’s about freaking time!!” I tried to convince her to get knocked up when I was pregnant with Sophia, since it was ever so much fun being pregnant together the FIRST time, but she was too scared. She always makes me be her guinea pig! So, I was really hoping she’d have twins, but since they only saw one baby up in that ultrasound I guess I’m out of luck.

All that to say that of course, I am overjoyed!

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Ok loyal readers, we are once again embroiled in a blog popularity contest and we need your help! To vote for us, please go to TopMomma and click on this adorable picure of my son Joshua on his first trip to the dentist:

Joshua goes to the Dentist

(I took this with my camera phone so the quality’s not great but the cuteness is spectacular!)

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Now, since you are good loyal readers and are going to vote for us numerous times, I will tell you the story behind the pic. Two months ago, I took Joshua to the dentist for the first time. I was very nervous, because Joshua is a bit of a scaredy cat, and even I hate going to the dentist and I’m not a three-year-old. So, I entered the exam room with much trepidation. But Joshua really exceeded my expectations (which is why I set them so low, ha ha)! The dental hygienist was great and she gave him the silly sunglasses to wear so the exam light wouldn’t blind him. She explained everything she was going to do and took it easy when he started to freak a little. (“I don’t like that!” he told her about a thousand times.) She really was great at her job and finally made him feel comfortable enough to do a fairly decent cleaning. Shew! I was prepared for a mega-fit, but instead of a snotty, tanrtum-throwing boy, what I got at the end of the appointment was the smiling, cheesy, cute, happy little guy in this picture. I was so proud of him!

But I’m still really glad we only have to do that every six months. My nerves can’t take much more than that!

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