Oh, What To Say!?

Okay, okay.....I realize that it's been ages since I've updated my blog. You'd think that my sister, Wendy, who is also pregnant and sick, would be sympathetic to my need to do nothing but lay around trying not throw up, but she isn't. She pretty much harasses me non-stop about updating my blog with pregnant pictures that she can compare to her own. Apparently me saying that I'm twice her size just isn't convincing enough, so......here's the latest.

My little brother, Joey, is more sympathetic than Wendy. He tries to make me feel better by proving through photos that he's larger than I am. I much appreciate this. I'm just shy of 13 weeks in these pictures, by the way. And anyone who happens to read Wendy's blog will please take note that she's 21 weeks in her's. Oh, sad day. I still love you, Wendy.....even if you don't understand true horror just yet.:)

I'm in Chehalis right now at my Mom & Dad's house. My Mom and my little sister, Katie pretty much spend their lives chasing around my sweet and "mellow" boys so that I don't have to at the moment. So, speaking of appreciation, that's at the top of my list. I throw up a lot less when I don't have to chase two toddlers, so that's a bonus. I did visit the doctor before I came over here and he has assured me that I'm not having twins. I made him check twice, but he swears there's only one heartbeat. The nurse even stayed in the room because she found me abnormally large and wanted to see if it was a multiple birth. Hey, sorry to disappoint everyone.....I guess it's just a 15 pounder. And Raya, that's without a large dose of cotton candy consumption, so you should be proud. Anyway, sometimes I find myself thinking the doctor I saw is less than bright. He wasn't my normal doctor.....maybe mine would've listened to reason. No one should be this large this early. I'm convinced that at my next appointment they'll suddenly find another heartbeat. My current doctor delivered Hunter (after never having seen me in his life) and will know that I don't exaggerate. Anyway.....I should be home around the 14th of September, so we'll see how things go.

Let's see.....TANNER IS WALKING! This only started yesterday really. He's been taking random steps for months, but has absolutely refused to hone his skills. He would jump on the trampoline, but not walk. Let me assure you that that makes him stubborn, not lacking in any way the necessary strength or coordination to do it. Well, he's doing it now and has decided it's pretty fun. I've decided to simply overlook the fact that he's almost 16 months old, thereby delaying my realization that he'll probably be obstinate his entire life. I shouldn't complain. I'm pretty stubborn myself, so he comes by it honestly. Anyway, we're so proud of him for finally doing it! He grins from ear to ear, so he's pretty proud too.:)

My little Hunter knows too much......and he says too much. I intended to give this next little story it's own post because it's just that funny, but since I don't post anything lately, it didn't happen. Hunter has allergies. He's allergic to Yellow 5 and 6 (the food dye) and apple juice, which was lately discovered. I know it sounds weird, but I had a sister (Wendy actually, since she's so popular on my blog today) who was allergic to both as a kid. He breaks out almost instantly if he eats either one. Well, we try to avoid this at all costs, but occassionally we miss it and he eats something that triggers disaster. Well, he did and one night he went to bed pretty itchy. Anyway, I wake up to Hunter tapping me in the wee hours of the morning. I was barely coherent and I hear my little two year old say, "Mommy, scratch Hunter's butt." WHAT!? I was pretty sure I'd heard incorrectly. He repeated himself and let me assure you that I heard right the first time. "Scratch Hunter's butt! It itches!" At this point I don't know whether to show the look of horror and disgust that's formulating in my mind or to laugh. I said the only thing and I could think of, "Scratch your own butt!" He looked at me for a second and then, "Okay." And he did. Poor kid! His rash usually stays on his stomach and back, and sometimes his legs, but it was everywhere. If I'd been a nice mother and not crazy with delirium, I would've put his medicine on him right then and there, but did I? No. He went back to bed and we dealt with it in the morning. My poor, little angel. Anyway, he says cute things too. He constantly tells me, "Mommy, Hunter misses you," even if I'm sitting right there with him. It's cute.

Well, I can't say that there's much else to say right now. I just lay around a lot. I wish I had more news, but I don't. I'll try and put up more pictures later. My Mom's taken some. Just be happy that I posted anything, Wendy, okay!:)