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I’m officially 8 weeks, today. I’m due 10/11/11, incidentally my nephew’s birthday. My next appointment is on March 29, but I’ll be going to see the perinatologist sometime in between. Heart rate was 161, and I saw cranium and feet and arm buds. So. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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{February 19, 2011}   Cranky Doodle

Cranky Doodle went to town
A’riding on his pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it Macaroni

Cranky Doodle keep it up,
Cranky Doodle Dandy,
Mind the music and your step
And with the girls be handy!

Hi, all! Fledger here! Bobby iz zinging dis song at be today. I gan’t help it! I’b god the znods. I’b zniffly and zneezy, and coughy, and I dode feel good. I do dot like being zick. I god two dew toofs! I’b bery proud of by dew toofs. And anoder ting. Dere’s zometing going od around here. I dode doe what it iz, but Bobby’s been awfully tired and no fud. I keeb gedding medicide, and ztinky stuff rubbed on me, and I dode like by food. I do dot like being zick.



{February 19, 2011}   Status update:

Well, Little Bear’s still in there, as far as I know. Moving along well, I hope. I have a name list in the works again, but nothing narrowed down, really. Fletcher’s got the snots. It’s the most awesome thing ever when he smears it in his hair. Did you hear the sarcasm? Yeah, it was there, trust me. He was exposed to a kid with Mono at church on Sunday. Yaaaaaaay. Please excuse me, I have a small nose to chase with a tissue and some benadryl. Toodles.



{February 15, 2011}   Progress

Ok, so, my beta came back at over 9800. I think that’s officially more than just a little bit pregnant, right? Anyway, that means we’re full steam ahead, I guess. I have an appointment in 2 weeks for an ultrasound, because my uterus can’t be bothered to alert me to when it’s ovulating/menstruating. I went ahead and applied for an extra x-ray badge for Little Bear. (Fletcher’s nickname per my husband is ‘Pooh Bear’, so I thought this one fitting till we figure out the plumbing situation going on in there.)



I plan to test again later. Ummm….yeah. I have no idea if this is accurate, although all the information I can find is that expired tests aren’t necessarily inaccurate, especially if they were in the original packaging. If so, I have no idea how far along I am, because of the “Nothing, Nothing, and More Nothing Syndrome” we’ve got going on with my ute. *sigh* Oh, yeah, that means no telling anyone you know who might want to know till I’ve peed on 12 more sticks, gottit??? (Those who’ll need to have gottit will get it, I’m sure, and those that don’t, not to worry.)

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Update: This one wasn’t expired. Um….SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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{January 16, 2011}   What is the deal?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve peed on at least 8 sticks. All negative. Even the one made out of gold from the pharmacy. I’m almost a week late, I’ve been nauseated and puking off and on for a week now, my boobs are NOT sore, I spotted for a couple of days after the IUD came out, then nothing, I spotted on Thursday, then nothing. I have had some cramping, but it feels just like it did when I got pregnant with Fletcher. (Which, incidentally, is just like it feels when I’m about to be invaded my Mr Monthly Visitor. Unhelpful, much?) I’m tired, and I’ve had a sinus infection from hell where I took antibiotics for 10 days. Now we all know that my ute isn’t the most reliable thing. But really? Does it have to act like this? I can’t take all this drama. I wish I’d just bleed already, and get it over with! Fletcher said ‘Nana’ last night. I don’t know if he was referring to my MIL, or if he wanted to eat ‘nanas. He loves him some ‘nanas.



Yep. Shitters were full. Anyway, you’ll all be happy to know I survived breakfast with my MIL, and no one had to part with any hard-earned cash to bail me out of the pokey! *insert extended applause here* It was actually a pleasant time. I’m starting to feel the inklings of an out of body experience, here. Surely there couldn’t have just been two major holidays made pleasant by my MIL, right?

In other news, my SIL is pregnant. Yep, my brother is having another rugrat/tricycle motor/yard ape. I’m so excited for them, but they just sold all their baby stuff in a yard sale! I offered my bassinet and stuff for their use. I know where they live.

I had some bleeding last week. Spit spotting for about 3ish days. It would go hours, almost a whole day, then start up again. This was accompanied by twinges from the right ovary. Hmmmm…….Anyway, it was like two, maybe 3 days after I had the IUD out. Surely not…..

Off to cart Grumpy McStinkypants to Grandmama’s for Christmas dinner. *beleaguered sigh* YCU has to go to work. This should be fun. But! But! He can entertain everyone by saying ‘Papa’. So I’ll let you know how it goes.



Hi all! Fletcher, here! Mommy’s taken to calling me Cranky McStinkypants, lately. Hmmmmph. That may be, but I’ve got two (count ’em, TWO) new toofs to show for it! It’s only fitting, after all, I’m all big and ONE now! Papa Ralph brought me a toy box and a real box! I love cake. Mommy says she’s trying to get a video of how I act when someone in the room is eating cake and NOT SHARING. That makes them terrible, awful, no-good, very bad mean people. I also love all my new toys. I’m walking, too! Well, almost. I can hold onto stuff and walk. Mommy says I can stand by myself, but I fall as soon as I realize it. I said “Papa” and “Bye-bye” this week! I’m mad at the babysitters too. Do you know they won’t share their dog food with me? And I’m the McStinkypants? Hmmph! Now, how to get all big and two…..



{December 5, 2010}   My baby…

is turning 1!!! In 4 days!!! We’ve made it! Without any ER visits! So, I’m a little excited. Just a little. Anyway, we had the first of 2 birthday parties today. We went to the MIL’s and had cake and milk. Fletcher loves cake. Pics to follow, but trust me, it was precious! I didn’t even have to show him how to open presents. I guess that skill’s genetic, cause, boy, he had it down! And then he played with the box. *sigh* Some things are universal, I suppose. My MIL was very well-behaved and we had a nice time. I know, I’m as shocked as you. I can only hope this lasts till Fletcher graduates high school, at least. I know, I’m a real pessimist, but most of you have been with me for the other meltdowns in appropriateness she’s had, so, I mean, really? What else did you think was gonna happen, right? In other news, Fletcher has his 1 year old dr’s appt next week, on the 14th, and I have an appointment to have my IUD removed the same day. (Gulp!) We got to eat with my dad and his new girlfriend (Yes, I know, he’s nuts. He will never learn.) in honor of my sister’s birthday yesterday. She seemed ok. But so did the last two. Ugh. (Dear God, please make my dad have some common sense this time please? Thanks.) Oh, yes. Just call me Wilhelmina Faulkner. “My son is a puppy.” Albeit, a darling one.

I am a puppy.  Apparently.



Yeah, I’ve been reading Twi-porn. *shamefacedly covers her head* But! I’ve also been up past midnight for about 6 nights in a row! (Hint: It was even more fun than reading.) Coincidentally, my husband has been finding the hamper, dishwasher, and garbage with increasing accuracy. Hmmmm…anyway. I didn’t forget about you all, there was just not enough hours in the day to blog aaaaaannnnnd, well, you know. So I’m thinking of starting Fletcher his own blog. That way, he won’t keep hijacking mine, and my parents can see it and all the aunts and uncles, and maybe that’ll keep the MIL from marching forth and invading more often. Oh!! He has a toof! Just one, and there’s not much of it, but that damn thing is sharp! Yes, I found out the hard way. He won’t be using my finger as a chew toy anymore. He’s also sitting up unaided all the time now. He’s not made any effort at sitting up from a lying position, but he’s doing well with his sit ups and tummy time, so I imagine it won’t be long. My house is in a terminal state of funk, partially due to living with two grown men (Oh, no I didn’t suddenly change religions, we’ve got a roommate. He pays us $350 a month, and we get groceries, and he gets free water and internet.) and an infant, and partially cause of Twi-porn. Like I said, there’s only so many hours in the day, and men can’t be bothered to wipe their feet, and not leave sticky stuff on the counter tops, load the dishwasher, take out the trash, and generally everything else that’s their job because I said so. Maybe we should blow it up and start over. (Just so everyone knows, that’s a joke, and if my house were to blow up, it would be completely unintentional. Really. I promise.) The guy that is my antagonist at work was put in his place the other day. He was the one who told me I didn’t need to gain anymore weight the same day the doc told me I was stupid, and the anesthesiologist told me I was easy. (All of this was out of context, but I’ve never let them forget it.) He keeps teasing me about joining a gym, and when he made the comment about me getting some dumbbells, well, I had to remind him that I already had two at work. *smiles* We had to drive to Cleveland, TN on Friday. My husband’s ex-stepdad’s sister died and we had to go to the visitation. I hate going down there. We’ve been talking about trying to get pregnant again next year. We’ll see how it goes.



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