Jellybean...

Jellybean is a little GIRL!  

The ultrasound tech said that she wasn't able so view a few things,

so she's sending me to a Level 2 Ultrasound.

I asked if we could see what she looks like 3D, 

But we were told that she looks like a freaky skeleton.

Hayden quietly said, "Mom, Jellybean's a skeleton.  That's so cool!"

Because I have lived with a headache for the last 2 months,

my Dr is sending me to a neurologist.

If it's not a sharp pain, it's a dull throb, but it's always there.

But I'm glad that so far, she's looking pretty cute.

(We saw her profile, she's got the Mellor lips!)

Discipline or Slavery

Aaron needs to earn money for Geronimo.  

He expects me to pay for it. 

(I laughed so hard I hurt!)

He's telling me that it's my job to pay for it.

I told him that it's an extra thing that he'll have to pay for, 

even though we feel it's important that he goes.

He told me that I'm selling him into slavery.

I tell him that we are showing him that if something is worth having,

it's worth working for; have some discipline.

Here's the difference:

 Here's his side:

slav·er·y

   /ˈsleɪvəri, ˈsleɪvri/ Show Spelled[sley-vuh-ree, sleyv-ree] Show IPA

–noun

1. the condition of a slave; bondage.

2. the keeping of slaves as a practice or institution.

3. a state of subjection like that of a slave: He was kept in slavery by drugs.

4. severe toil; drudgery.

pre·slav·er·y, adjective, noun

—Synonyms
1. thralldom, enthrallment. Slavery, bondage, servitude refer to involuntary subjection to another or others. Slavery emphasizes the idea of complete ownership and control by a master: to be sold into slavery. Bondage indicates a state of subjugation or captivity often involving burdensome and degrading labor: in bondage to a cruel master (ie: MOM). Servitude is compulsory service, often such as is required by a legal penalty: penal servitude. 4. moil, labor.

Here's MY Side:

dis·ci·pline

   /ˈdɪsəplɪn/ Show Spelled [dis-uh-plin] Show IPA noun, verb,-plined, -plin·ing.

–noun

1. training to act in accordance with rules; drill: military discipline.

2. activity, exercise, or a regimen that develops or improves a skill; training: A daily stint at the typewriter is excellent discipline for a writer.

3. punishment inflicted by way of correction and training.

4. the rigor or training effect of experience, adversity, etc.: the harsh discipline of poverty.

5. behavior in accord with rules of conduct; behavior and order maintained by training and control: good discipline in an army.

6. a set or system of rules and regulations.

7. Ecclesiastical. the system of government regulating the practice of a church as distinguished from its doctrine.

8. an instrument of punishment, esp. a whip or scourge, used in the practice of self-mortification or as an instrument of chastisement in certain religious communities.

9. a branch of instruction or learning: the disciplines of history and economics.

–verb (used with object)

10. to train by instruction and exercise; drill.

11. to bring to a state of order and obedience by training and control.

12. to punish or penalize in order to train and control; correct; chastise. 

So... I'm selling him into slavery... 

anyone want to buy him?

(at least for an hour or two?)

 

AMEN to Steph...

I have a wonderful friend... her name is Stephanie. 

 She just posted on her blog page something that I really needed today.  

I needed this one post... just this one day... to make it through today.  

(Click on the above sentence to go to her post)

The last few days have been rough.  I've been feeling like I have had to take control of my own life as well as Curt's.  I'm finding a job, being a mother, housewife, secretary, COO, basically doing everything and still feel like I'm drowning.

I need to give something up... and fast.  

It's not going to be motherhood.

Thanks Steph, for the reminder.

My headache feels a little better!

Quick update...

I just thought I'd take a minute to fill everyone in (I'll post more later).

Curt's still looking for a job, getting more of an education to put on his resume, but we've had some really good job leads and some interviews.

Curt and I took the kids on a roadtrip to Disneyland where we met up with my dear brother, Dan, and his family.   I think it was the best trip to D-land that I've had in a very long time.  It's always better when you spend the day with people you love.

Baby Jelly bean is doing very well and has started wiggling around.  We had the ultrasound to determine the "flavor" and we're all pretty sure it's a girl. 

Hayden's disappointed that Jellybean isn't a boy, Aaron's thrilled either way and Alyssa is the happiest girl in the world.

Other than the usual, having Curt at home as royally screwed up my schedule and I can't wait to ship him out to get a job.  I need to get back to real life.

Mwah-hahahaaaaaa!

I love planning things involving my kids and they have no idea what is going to happen.

I love to stand behind their bedroom doors and jump out and them.  Scaring them is the BEST!!!!

I love the surprise of being a parent.  You never know what's going to happen!

Gearing UP!

Okay, so anyone who knows me really, really well knows that I love to sew.

I love Conference Weekend, because that's my sewing weekend.   I can listen to some of my favorite people tell me how to make my life better while making someone else's life happier. 

This conference season, I'm hoping to get finished 3 diaper bags, 4 nursing covers, and a bunch of other little things.


Usually, my sewing weekend is for making things for other people, but I've decided that I'm going to make me a little happier too!!!  I'll be making my own diaper bag!!!

This is what I really want:  Vera Bradley Tote.  Okay, so it's a little out of my league ($-wise), but I'm really going to try to come close to copy. 

I'll let you know how it all turns out!

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly...

parts of pregnancy at 36.

The GOOD!

* as people age, sometimes we lose our beloved hair.  This has been such a heartache for me over the last few years.  Hormones have been a culprit.  Now that the hormones are stable, I have hair growing back!  Granted they are little stubbly things right now, but I'm hoping that they'll be around for a few more months.

* I have lost 2 pounds because of morning sickness.  While this might be considered bad for some, it's great for me.  My "hefty-ness" has always been something that needs some shrinking!

* I have older kids that are seeing exactly what I have to go through.  

For Aaron, he's pretty aware of the "sickness" and is always asking what he can do.  "Dear future Daughter-in-law: I am getting him ready to take care of you while you go through this."  He wants a brother, but will take what he can get.   He's such a great help to me and is so nice about getting things done that I really need him to do.

For Alyssa: She's also aware of nausea and the sensitivity to smells.  She's been pretty great about making sure nothing around me smells bad.  She's excited to have another sibling and to help.

* "The Chestal Area"

The BAD!

* Morning Sickness:  as mentioned, it's pretty bad. I thought it was supposed to go away... supposed to.

* The clothes:  I'm trying to wear stretchy things.  I didn't think I'd be growing already, but I am.

*  With Curt's job loss, I am constantly in a stressed out mode.  I'm always dealing with headaches because of this worry.

* I'm old. 'nuf said.

The UGLY!

* Did you know that stretch marks can get stretch marks?  Well they can.  Hence... UGLY.

* All the wonderful short hairs make for some really great hairdos.  I look like someone that's trying to pull off a mullet and a bob at the same time.  It's a little scary.

* After the morning puke, when my face is really blotchy and my eyes are swollen.  Oh. So. Not. Pretty.

I am grateful that I'm pregnant.  I think most people are aware of my history.  It's pretty extensive and I love that I am in the "special person section" of my OB/GYN's office.   I have a 4 inch high folder of medical records for just this Dr.  When they open the door to call me back, they just look at me and show me the folder, they know me and are so nice to me!

I love this!