Left the House

We made it out of the house today. Went to stroller strides then let Bubba run around the playground like the wildman that he is.

So this is what came up... " So you ARE pregnant!" " I was never sure if you were pregnant or not" " I havent seen you for a week, and now I can definitly see a bump ".

All these things being thrown at me at the time I just smiled and said "yep". As Im cleaning my bedroom today and thinking to myself it hits me . What do I look like a blimp now? How much of a difference can there be? Not that I havent felt the difference in the past week. I can barely walk up the stairs without contractions.

Thinking of everyones comments makes me laugh though. They probaly have thought to themselves the last few months Ive known them that I was chubby around the middle with the previous weight I hadnt lost from having Mark. That was probaly the biggest reason they didnt think I was pregnant , because Bubba is so young. He is only 13 months and there will be only 15 months inbetween the kids. WOW.

So many times last week I looked in the mirror and would turn to Mark ( husband ) and say " Baby , do you notice me getting bigger? I feel so much bigger." His reply is always the same " You look the same as you did last week". Why cant we ever get an honest opinion out of them ? I know why. Its because they are scared. Well at least Im sure that my husband is scared giving me the wrong answer.

Today is only a little over half way done , and Im pooped. Ive been cleaning and doing laundry since before and after our outing and Im just done. I have a book club meeting tonight , that I have been looking forward to for a month . Now that the day is here though , I dont want to leave the house. Sorry ladies , I know I suck but I dont think Id stay awake . Ive been getting into bed at 8 pm and still dont get enough sleep.

What do I have left to look forward to today ? Humm. Mark getting home. I was thinking of making a dip for book club but since Im not going maybe I could sit here and eat it all . I really could eat it all to myself. In order for me to make that dip means I have to leave the house ... which I really dont want to do.

For the rest of the day I think I might stay in my room. I brought in a little recliner and Im happily am sitting here under the window typing away . I also have a book to finish.

As you can see I am rambling on , but I decided that this is my only form of a journal so why not just really put down what I am thinking.

Ok , now all I can think about is the dip , that MUST be done tonight.

Hermit Time

There are times in my life that I fall into "hermit time". It happens after really pushing myself to do to much in a short time , I get burnt out. Not that Im purposely staying indoors now . Bubba and I have stayed home all week , not that I really wanted to but I feel as though Im a hermit.

Along with going into my 7th month of pregnancy , I have not been feeling well and there is a little sickness going through our playgroup , that I admit Im really scared of Mark getting sick. Not that he couldnt handle it , its me. I just barely have the energy lately to get anything done.

Since staying in the pass couple days I have read a couple books and nearly have gone completely crazy. My craziness is an outcome of Marks craziness. That poor boy NEEDS to get out of the house or he ends up running back and forth or rolling around the living room. So for the past couple days I have been letting him run around like a wild man in the backyard. We bought a hose today just so I could sit there and spray him with it , he loves it.

I didnt realize how long Ive been indoors untill today when I noticed that there was a playgroup I had wanted Mark to attend . They went to the Pacific Grove Natural History museum... I thought it was next week. Then I get a reminder for a book club meeting , which again I thought was next week . THEN I realize that it is the end of the flippin month!! Where did it all go?

I feel as though Im an old woman when things like this happen! Time has been going by so fast , Im going into my last trimester and there are times that I feel Im not prepared .... but then I think to myself what am I really not prepared for?

Once you become a mother I think that there is something chemically released into your brain that makes your forget more .... and.... well there are to many side effects to state but I am sure all you mothers know what I am talking about.

Oh gosh , I really wish I could make this more of a journal entry and put down what we have done , but I really cant remember. We havent done ANYTHING this week. Mark and I did walk to the park this evening to let Bubba blow off some steam , he was down to throwing books at us.

Well off to a night full of spider solitaire till Im to exhausted to see the numbers.

By the way Im falling in love with the cartoons , its so funny to look through them all. So take time and look up some cartoons and have a laugh. I dont know if you find them as funny as I do , they may not be funny at all , but by 9 pm and Im exhausted everything is funny.

Pointless Post of a Weekend

This weekend was something else , it wasnt even a weekend! It was like it didnt even happen! On Saturday I just remember ( well now I dont know if I do remember) waking up , then looking at my watch and it already 6 pm! Sunday came around and waking up , of course I thought I had plenty of time to get ready for church then we were rushed. Time stood still come the second hour of church . It probaly stopped because I wore a pair a heels I hadnt wore yet , which I find out are the most terrible things to put on your feet. I felt ( and still feel ) 9 months pregnant , but the hardest part about that hour was that I had baby duty . We ended up with another dad in the gym watching these little ones walking around. Then of course Bubba has to be obessed with the ladder that was left there. Now that I come to think of it I had Baby Mark with me in R.S as well. At least we were able to box him in between chairs and a sister I sat down next to happened to have a little backpack full of racecars.

After church who knows what happens , Mark and Mark went for a run and I think I sat there and zoned out ..... cleaned then went to bed.

Such an exciting life I lead! Just trying to think of what I accomplished this weekend makes me feel useless. When I actually have Mark here to watch the child , I sit down and zone out ...or grab a book. I know Im not the only one .

It is already Tuesday with no plans because Im feeling under the weather , plus there is a bug going through all the children in Marks playgroup. So we are in quarantine.

As Im here rereading this blog Im thinking to myself what happened to Monday ? Sunday night I didnt fall asleep till 330 then woke up 3 times then was up at 6 am , so I truly was a zombie throughout the day . I really cant say what I did yesterday.... all I know is that Bubba and my Husband are alive and were fed, so I must have done something.

Birds of a Feather

Drives me crazy that the book leaves you hanging. The story was complete but I will not find out who Miss Maisie Dobbs went to dinner with on Tuesday night! Of course I have another Maisie Dobbs book upstairs but I think it might be the fifth book. So I dont want to even look at it. Even though you really dont have to read the books in order , they sort of remind me of Nancy Drew books. You can start anywhere in that collection , the author always covers points of Nancy Drews past that will help you understand the story. The same goes for these Maisie Dobbs books.

Great read. Easy mystery novel , even though when she finds certain clues she keeps them to herself , so it leaves you in the air since she doesnt inform you of the missing clue till the end. I picked through this book this weekend. I was trying not to ignore the world and hide in my room with book. Im now sad it is over , this might make me get up and out of the house to get the next book.

2 Year Anniversary

2 years and I almost forgot about it. I cant even tell you what we did last year. We had Bubba and he was just 2 weeks 2 days old . Im sure I was sleep deprived and one step from being admitted to a coo-coo ward.

Yesterday morning I woke up at 3 am , woke up my husband and said " Baby , Happy Anniversary , I just had to tell you now because I dont think I would remember when we wake up".

Now , when people seem to know that is your anniversary or when they ask you how long you have been married and you say only 2 years ( or anything under 5 years) they say " let me know when you hit 10 years". They make it seem like , "oh thats nothing to be celebrating'. Well you know what I say ? " Whatever" , because I am sure at there 1 year , they were just as excited as we are. Do you know what I am saying? It doesnt really agrivate me , but I just want to say "We all celebrate in different ways" . So please do not be negative about it .

We participated in a Earth Day family fun run at the Naval Post Graduate School , then had lunch at Islands. Nothing big , but it was just enough for us. We were ( like last year) to exhausted to do anything . Though Mark isnt pregnant , he does have to deal with Bubba during the night and get to school. So I know that mentally he is burnt toast.

Its Saturday morning now , and we are walking around like zombies as Bubbba runs around the house like a mad man. If we were alone , Mark and I would sleep, eat , watch a movie. Now with the little one , we are jesters in his court and personal slaves.LOL.

Ahh , how things change in 2 years.

Maisie Dobbs

To celebrate our 2 year anniversary , I spent every free minute I had to read 'Maisie Dobbs'. I had been itching for a mystery and this quenched my thirst , well maybe not really quenching it because I cant wait to read the next book ( which is upstairs next to my bed , waiting for me to rescue it , but my husband will flip).

The book lets say covers a little bit of everything. Meaning that its covers just enough history of the sleuth , just enough of the mystery and just enough of blabbing about the country side of England. There is one thing that drives me nuts about English writers , they like to explain the country side to detail. Ive never been to England so Im not the person to be saying that it is or isnt the most beautiful country side you have ever seen. Though I am watching one of the tourist guide TV shows of England and there are very many beautiful places. As I said though , some authors just drag on with it and dont stick to the story . Jacqueline Winspear ( the author) covers enough of it , if she went any further with it I would have probaly put the book down.

One other thing that was just enough , was the love interest . The book constantly kept you on the curious side ( as a mystery should) of what was happening in Maisie Dobbs love life. There was not a whole love story that sucks you in and keeps you from the main part of the story , but then I didnt think there was a main part. The book was broken up into pieces. It was just wonderful though . I loved the ending , though it didnt make me cry . Which is great because I really dont like to cry.

I fell in love with Maisie Dobbs and the characters that live around her. Before I had started the book I thought they were written in the 50's , but this first book was written in 2003. The setting of the book was right before and after WWI.

I know Im not very good at explaining the book , but its my explanation that is running through my mind , and if you do every decide to read it I dont want to give anything away.

Wild Nights

Today during naptime I finished one of the many books I brought home from the library. It was not a book I had planned on picking up , but it was they only one written by the author of 'The Gravediggers Daughter'. I grabbed it just to see what her writing was like , to see if I could get through her book.

Turns out she is AMAZING. The books is composed of 5 short stories of the last days of famous writers. Edgar Allan Poe , Emily Dickinson, Samuel Clemens ( Mark Twain) , Henry James and Ernest Hemingway. WOW. A couple of them ended very weird. One I just didnt get. Another left me up in the air . Then the last left me to think that all these people were quite depressing.

I ended having to read on a little on every writer so I understood what was happening at the time of these writers lives. It helped me understand them tremendously. Except in the case of Emily Dickinson , I already had known a little bit about her , but her story was set in the future.

I would like to gush over what happened but would love if you took a chance to grab the book and sit down and enjoy some short stories.

'Wild Nights' by Joyce Carol Oates