Christmas

I felt like such a bahumbug this year. Mostly i just wanted to cancel it so i could just ignore it. We did manage to get a tree and decorate it. Curtis saw the tree and asked if that was all the decorations we were putting on it because it looked bare. I did put out a few more decorations around the house and that was as good as it was getting. All my presents this year consisted of me making things. Not a good year to take on that feat. Much to my relief my Mother came to save the day (and the season). She managed to pull off my children's Christmas present while i laid there and moaned and she also kept me in clean dishes. The only problem was the other big project i was making was for her, so i had to take on that task alone. I managed to get it done at 4:30 in the morning the day of our family party. And the last minute throw together calendar page didn't turn out too bad either. After my family party we headed out to Cache Valley to spend the night and have Christmas morning at Grandmas house. That was my compromise to canceling Christmas. If i went somewhere else then i didn't have to come up with food to feed anyone or clean my house. It worked out nicely. I should do that every year :). Sorry to all those we didn't get visited. I meant well but i am sure those few we did see will come to my rescue and tell you how bad my company was. It was no fun calculating which target i wanted to hold out for before i threw up: someone else's bathroom, the grass outside, hopefully not the car (especially since it was a rental) or at home in peace.

Madison vs The Baby

I truly believe the reason we were not able to have a baby for so long is that it wouldn't live through its childhood. My baby hungry, extremely helpful Madison would have smothered it to death. I would have had to lock the baby in a cage and leave the big sister frothing at the mouth if i ever went more than an arms length away. At least now she is a little older to understand the need to be careful, or at least a little stronger so the baby may not break as many bones from being dropped. But it has already started. I am no longer the object of Madison's affection. I come in second to my ever expanding belly. In public i have to be extra vigilant that my child doesn't catch me off guard and weasel under my clothes to give the baby a kiss. Whenever i go to the doctors, the first thing Madison asks is if it is s so the the doctor will cut out the baby. I got another peek into her understanding of the birthing process when she asked if the doctor was going to cut out the baby and then screw in the eyes.

3 is our lucky number

I am so very behind. Many large events have happened in the last few months and i have been too sick to even think about posting about them. And not your everyday sickness, the lay on your couch, moan and beg your spouse to put you out of your misery kind of sickness. And much to my dismay I am sure Curtis was close to following through with my plea. But it is for a good cause right?!? Well finally after 3 1/2 years, attempt number 3, multiple doctors and painful procedures, we are officially on baby number 3. After seeing the heartbeat a few times I think I am finally convinced that maybe this one will really happen, even though it wasn't suppose to happen the month that it did. The doctor told us to wait for a couple of months after my miscarriage, so of course the one month we are not trying to, we get pregnant. Good news though, i can get pregnant without medication. However, if this pregnancy is any indication of how this child will be then i better run for cover. When i went to my first doctors appointment i was hoping for something, anything to help with the all day sickness. I have tried everything to no avail. My doctor is not one who likes to prescribe those kind of things so i was out of luck. When she asked me how i was feeling i told her awful. Her response was, well you asked for it. At least i got a doctor with a good sense of humor.