First Haircut

Well I know this little red-head doesn't have much hair to cut, but it was time for a trim. I busted out my hair-cutting scissors (used for the purpose of cutting my bangs that grow like weeds) and with 2 swipes, it was done. Marin was pretty excited about the whole thing. We talked for a long time about how only moms can cut hair and never never little 2-year-olds. Don't be surprised if my next post is a picture of Marin's hair chopped to the scalp though. Anyway, I love this cheesy picture!

Sweet, sweet appetite!

I just have to announce that my appetite has returned! After 18 long weeks of absence, my appetite has made its appearance once again-- along with my sanity! I am vomit-free for 2 weeks! I've always enjoyed a healthy appreciation of food and eating (I went to college and studied food, for heaven's sake!) and I was really beginning to miss it! Now if I could get a little more energy (to do such things as organize my disaster of a basement) my life would be complete!

I don't have pictures to prove it, but Marin and I have been doing all kinds of activities in the past week. We are doing art projects, Halloween projects/decorating, dancing like crazy, pretending all sorts of fun games, and we even made Halloween cookies and invited friends to come over to help decorate them. Marin was not interested at all, but hey, I tried! I am trying to make up for the lost brain activity Marin may have experienced from having had such a deadbeat mom for the past few months! Seriously, I didn't realize just how crappy I felt until now when I am feeling back to myself. I think I may even venture back to the gym after my LONG absence. I'm sure there will be more gym stories to come-- oh, can you imagine if I was clutzy at the gym when I wasn't pregnant how clutzy I will be now? I'll have to be careful! Well I think I will now go and enjoy a nice bowl of my favorite ice cream! :)

The Joy of Motherhood...

Last night I looked through all of Marin's baby pictures... not necessarily because I was feeling nostalgic (although that has happened a lot since I've been pregnant), but because I needed a friendly reminder of the end result of pregnancy. Yesterday was not my best day. It actually started the night before, when I had to wake up FOUR times to use the restroom. My kidneys must be working overtime at night, and I'm positive my uterus is squished up against my bladder-- well, the combination keeps me up at night. Then in the morning I woke up feeling sicker than usual--geez, I'm 17 weeks along, don't you think the nausea should be letting up? Anyway, I tried to hurry and eat, but it didn't last long in my stomach. I went to a doctor's appointment and realized I had gained 9 pounds! I busted out my first pair of stretchy pants and noted that my arms and face are looking quite a bit fatter than usual...

So, I broke out my journal and read about when Marin was born and looked at baby pictures and remembered that the end result of these 9 months will be something like this:



And I felt OH so much better!

The time has come...

Woo hoo! I tried to think of a clever way to announce this, but I'm fresh out of clever ways to announce that I am expecting baby number two. I am completely and utterly ecstatic, thrilled, elated, keyed up, eager, animated, energized, wound up-- well those are all of the synonyms offered in Microsoft Word when you look up "excited." And that is what I am! This has taken a bit longer than expected with a few minor bumps along the way so I appreciate the blessing all the more! I am 16 weeks along and still puking my guts out every day... well, that is, when I forget to take my Zofran (anti-nausea pill from HEAVEN). I love my Zofran and will probably be naming my child after it. How do you all like the name "Zofran?" Maybe "Zofi" for short? I think anyone who has spent 5 or more months of their life feeling like they have a horrible case of food poisoning would understand the name completely. Well I'll be letting y'all know when I find out if it's a boy or girl!