New TV

The fall television season is approaching fast. Since I have been suffering since finale season last year this time marks great happiness in my life. I am not a huge TV person. I do not like to watch random series' or movies just cause they are on and I am bored. Though lately with the nausea from S.A.M. reading has been out so I have seen several shows I would not normally subject myself to. When I was in the hospital two weeks ago for an IV (long story) I could only watch the animal planet so the Meerkat Manor Marathon was my only choice for entertainment. As much as I hate to admit it I was sucked into the world of those little rodents (?) for about two and a half hours. I have even caught myself checking up on them since that day. As a usually loud protester for most reality TV I am so ashamed. But I only protest as loud as the four walls of my own house because I may not watch American Idol but I am all over So you think you can dance. Don't want to be a total hypocrite.

Sound check

Rory had the hearing test this morning. He passed with flying colors. Yay! no hearing aid but Boo! stubborn child that refuses to communicate. We had a huge nightmare episode lat evening. In the past J was the monster chaser who made the world right again for his little man. Last night Mommy had to fill in. Rory looked at J's empty spot on the bed and then kind of shrugged and was happy to have mommy. That was about 5:45 this morning. It sort of put me into a mild panic when I was woken from dead sleep by hysterical screaming. The sprint to his bed room upset S.A.M. who threatened to empty out dinner. We came to a compromise that we could throw up later but first we had to deal with big brother. Before that even my mom's cat Tigger was under my bed screaming and refused to come out. I made mom come get the little vagrant. Tigger has IBS and she must have had a bad tummy ache but I was not listening to that all night.

I think I have been more stressed over the whole hearing test than I realized. I was very nauseated this morning and breakfast did not last long. I took my zofran and thankfully felt better. Now that it is all over I do definitely feel lighter and more relaxed. I am ready for a nap though. Between cats and kids conspiring against my sleep last night and stress I am worn out.

Fall has fallen

The weather is finally changing for cooler temps. I am so happy about this development. I know a lot of people get depressed in the winter time when everything is cold and dead but I love it. I am no fan of being hot and the summers make me feel like I am under house arrest. The air outside is crisp and I just want to go out and play. My house feels good, no more a/c unit fighting to keep up with the heat of the summer. I do not think I will survive a Texas summer ever again. I will have to hibernate in the deep freeze.

In other news J has found FL to be an okay arrangement. He likes the work he is doing and the place they put him up at is very nice. He said if Rory and I were there it would almost feel like a vacation.

Tomorrow Rory has a hearing test to finally see if he has any loss. We of course pray hat he does not but if that is not the way of it than it will be okay. Growing up with a mother who has severe hearing loss has made that particular handicap a little less scary. I can just see us trying to keep a hearing aid in Rory's ear. Duct tape anyone?

Not a total slacker

I had intended to do the bloggy tradition thing where on your 100th post you put up 100 random things about yourself. Those who know me realize that I am a pretty open person and there really are not a lot of things I won't tell you. I cannot think up that many things about me that don't get into the stuff like "I am a girl." and "I was born once."

In that spirit here is what I do have since I am not a total slacker.

I...
Breath like Darth Vader in my sleep.
Hate the ocean because I fear I will be eaten by sharks.
Like sushi.
Refuse to eat crunchy peanut butter.
Do not have a favorite color.
Laugh during a crisis.
Was born on the same day as William Shakespeare (he died on his birthday) & Shirley Temple Black.
Graduated my Junior year from High School.
Like thanksgiving because of pumpkin pie and jellied cranberry sauce.
Believe that all movies are separated into two categories. Horror and non-horror.
Do not have a nickname.
Wanted to be a veterinarian, English teacher, FBI profiler, & a psychiatrist at different points growing up.
Had two weddings six month apart to the same man in the same church.
Tore the lingual frenulum that attaches the tongue to the bottom of mouth.
Have never broken a bone.
Am still scared of Gremlins.
Despise movies whose intent is to make me cry. It all started with Steel Magnolias.
Met my husband on the Internet before realizing that we went to the same school.

My...
School mascot was a buckeye. We didn’t look fierce but eat us and you will die!
First word was “No.” Guess I heard it a lot.
Hometown celebrates the Yam every October in a festival called the Yamboree.
Father did not have a middle name.

Favorite...
Meal is BBQ chicken, potato salad, baked beans, & sweet tea.
Ice cream is a Bluebell’s dutch chocolate.
Movie is The Princess Bride.
Horror Movie is Aliens.
TV series ever is Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Holiday is Halloween.

Too many #'s in this post.

My 100th post is under a dark cloud. Today J left for his deployment. I am thankful that he will only be going as far as Florida but still sad that he is not here with me. His first official day is going to be the 11th and his last should be January 12th which is 124 days later. We will be visiting him in 42 days. Seems so close and yet far to long to wait. I just count my blessing that I even have the opportunity to visit. Most wives whose husbands deploy do not have that luxury. I am trying to be strong and not complain but being that I have extra hormone right now that takes some doing. My brain was telling me I am supposed to cry because my husband just left but I am trying to shut it down. No sense in freaking out the little guy and S.A.M. is not fond of emotional outbursts. Ironic since he/she seems to rejoice in making Mommy a babbling idiot. I got cute pictures of Rory trying to climb in the car with Daddy as he packed it up. He was all about going in the suitcase last night. Rotten little stowaway.
Well Rory and I are going to go back to bed. We went down way late last night and got up too early in a attempt to spend extra time together as a family. So fond farewell and goodnight...again.

Time to kill

Having recently spent a lot of time in my bed trying to get over morning sickness I watched a lot of TV. One of the first movies I watched was "Steel Magnolias". Bad idea. Hormonal pregnant woman and sappy dramas do not mesh well. It was on a station with commercials so I had time to recover between sobbing myself silly. Saw the same thirty minutes of "Practical Magic" at least eleven times. Watched "Clueless", "The Babysitters Club", and a plethora of other brain numbing fun. Probably the most fun I had was with "The Terminator" with my love affair with AH-nold you would think he would be the reason for watching it but you would be wrong. My heart belongs to Kyle Reese in this film. The hero destined to be the father of the future and give his life for his lover Sarah Connor. Le sigh. One of the best love scenes ever produced by Hollywood.

I need new hobbies.

only 33 weeks to go! (Kill me now.)

Sorry I have been lax lately. Without going into details I will say that my unborn child is kicking my butt unmercifully. We have had a trip to the ER which involved an IV and one blown vein, that hurts really bad by the way. Double digit weight loss from all the vomiting. Medication to keep the nausea at bay, switched a regular medication because baby hates it. Add in indigestion that feels like a rib spreader in my sternum and constipation with cramps, just a small window into my world. Pretty isn't it? Probably TMI but I really have given up caring about the rest of the world. Only children that work in south american sweatshops have my pity these days.

Motherhood suits me, pregnancy does not. I hate it. I did all this before with my son and swore it would never happen again. Shame on me, I lied. I listened to the fairy tales that every pregnancy is different. They meant different in the sense that two apples may not have the same shape but are still apples all the same. Oh this time is different all right. The medicine that worked like a charm with Rory do not quite cut it this time. Several ailments that stayed away until the third trimester have popped up in just my 7th week. I have been told mother nature is fair so I pray that when I enter my second trimester I can get some relief. Oh and if I meet one more Mama that never had a "lick of morning sickness" I am going to puke on her.

On top of all this loveliness J leaves for FL on Sunday not to return until sometime in January. That means two 13 hour drives to visit with a toddler, mother, and asthmatic cat in tow. I do believe that what does not kill me makes me stronger but I would have preferred to stay a bit farther from death's door. I feel like I am crowding him. God must have something great planned for me cause he sure is piling on the tests of character.

P.S. Mom had a problem with the nickname I had given my inutero kiddo. I had coined the name 'parasite' with Rory so this one was 'parasite pt. duex'. Mom said "Let's call the baby Sam until we find out gender since Sam can be either Samuel or Samantha. I said "How about S.A.M. for Small Alien Mammal." So from now on 'it' will be referred to as S.A.M. until gender and name is figured out.