special memories

I have always wondered why parents take thier children to places like chuck e. cheese and when i figure out why we went there yesterday, other than i was desperately hungry for pizza and we had a gift card--i'll let you know. it's a smug little place, where acne ridden pre-teens chase each other and obnoxiously squeeze themselves into toys made for toddlers, where families of 10 hog skee-ball (the only good game) for hours at a time, and where mommies are spending $100 in tokens to buy a $3 ball decorated with and oversized rat. but my view is slanted since i wasn't feeling well. can you tell?




















anyway, i think layne had fun and it was good for me to get out of the house. daddy laid the smack down on the large 1/2 cheese, 1/2 rabbit turd...excuse me...hamburger pizza. suprisingly the pizza was pretty good--i think they have to offer something decent when they steal people's money in mass quantities. probably what was more suprising was the old ketchup container layne found under the seat--which he of course began eating immediately. by the smell, it had to have been a couple months old. i would know this b/c i have a secret love affair with ketchup...another blog for another time. but is it not the all american flavor?--it makes anything taste great.



















all that to say: please go to a pizza place/arcade and experience this kind of joy for yourself. your family will forgive you for it one day.

back to the drawing board

well, the probiotics worked for a good 2 days and now i am back to the couch--my special spot with a body indention identical to mine. my butt hurts from laying on it all day and i am now concerned that i will get bed soars. my hubbie used to be a nurse and he says that's impossible because i at least get up to go to the bathroom--but i intend to prove him wrong (not by peeing on the couch, just by getting a bed soar by sheer determination).

on the same note, i have not been out of the house for 4 straight days--and surprisingly have not gone stir crazy. but then again, i always think it's monday, so that could have something to do with it. i am also also a hermit by nature, so that helps. nato keeps wanting to go out...but he just doesn't get it. he loves giving me sponge baths, so i don't think that's making him stir crazy. ha, pa-lease, i shower myself. the last thing i need right now is some unwanted attention from that deprived man.

also, can i just say...i had to paint 2 signs today and one of them almost made me vomit-not because i'm prego, but because of the requested design. i want to put a picture on here, but i don't want to offend someone. i think the hardest thing about painting namesigns is having to do what the customer wants, even if it is heinous and is obviously going to scar their child.

totally off the subject--at this time, i need to give a shout out to my mom for making me potato soup--like she did when we were growing up. i was craving it in the middle of the night and she made it for me the next day! talk about room service. and thanks babe, for going grocery shopping for me...i know you felt less like a man when you had to buy me those depends. not really, i promise i have not started to pee on myself yet. but i am cautious when i sneeze, ok.

like manna from heaven

ok so i found a sort of cure for "all-day-sickness" whilst being prego. yes, get excited! it's called PROBIOTICS. I went from being curled up in the fetal position to walking around and functioning...i am still sick all the time, but i don't want to constantly vomit. everyone, please tell anyone you know who has morning sickness about this, because it is not advertised anywhere! i found a few little spots here and there on the internet talking about it, but nothing big like the ginger craze. anyway, i have never heard any woman say ginger helped their upset stomach. that doesn't mean don't try it--by all means, try anything! i do also have ginger pills but haven't noticed a difference like the probiotics. you can find them at any natural food stores like whole foods or wild oats.

i also had a little bit of a scare yesterday. i was spotting a little bit--which is scary because that didn't happen with my first baby. so i called the dr. and had to go in for a sonogram--and everything was fine. the baby had a strong heart beat and everything looked normal. but what an emotional roller coaster! I also found out that i am 7 weeks and 2 days pregnant...i thought i was 8 weeks, so close enough for a girl who doesn't keep track of her periods. TMI? i would post the sonagram, but i think it's a really unflattering picture of my cervix. i'm kidding. i won't post it because it all just looks like a blob.

I'll leave you with a pic of the "monkey playmates"(father and son).

our life

i hate to keep complaining...but my "morning" or "all-day-sickness" gets more unbearable each day. someone somewhere needs to come up with something that gets rid of this redonculous nausea...and i will pay them. in cheetos.

layne is good to me though- he never judges me for keeping the cheetos behind the couch cushion for easy access. and the saltines. and the pretzals. and other various food products. it's a new cupbord of sorts for him to get into and he certainly enjoys smearing his cheeto face on the khaki couch...which is now several shades of browns and oranges. i'll let you guess what the browns are.

please take note of our chubaca dog, huxley, waiting for any crumb that my fall from our fingers. the crumbs rarely even hit the floor--which is good for me since i haven't vaccumed the floors in-oh, 3 weeks. don't judge me.

the plus is that daddy is home and layne has a monkey playmate again. nato has been really good to me--going this way and that for whatever my stomach fancy's. we never eat out like this, i'm a health nut... but we know that for 4 more weeks, we must appease the monster. the monster being the fetus child that we already love. nato has also been re-learning the time-old lesson of keeping his mouth shut. this has been hard on both of us, as i can not control what comes out of my mouth and he can not control his desire to say, "you can't just act like that b/c you're pregnant." um...i think it says in the bible that i can, ok? first book of opinions.


more importantly, layne is feeling better--no throwing up after coughing fits. he is also saying all of his animal sounds. our family favorite is the horse..it is hilarious. he says, ney-hey-he-he-he and that last part turns into an evil laugh of sorts. i wish i could put a sound bite on here. anyway, he has only-child-syndrome bad and is in for the wake up call of a lifetime. i have a feeling i am too.