creepy crawlies...

I have gone through what I think will be the most traumatizing experience of this entire pregnancy (ask me how I feel again after labor).

I work with kids and a lot of the time that means germs, boogers, and ... LICE!

One of the kids came home with an announcement, "I have lice!" she screamed as she errupted into bawling heap on the floor. "Oh hunny!" I said sympathetically. Poor thing is embarassed.

and then.

"Wait. So, you've had lice for a bit now?" "Like the purple brush that I used after i brushed your hair today probably has lice in it?"

Oh shit.

I called my doctor and told them I may or may not have lice. That I used an infected brush. Can I use lice killer?

"NO! Absolutely not! Pesticides during pregnancy can cause autism or miscarriage." the nurse says.

Okay so, I have lice or I possibly have a miscarriage or a child born with autism.

double shit.

I scoured the internet for a natural cure. Everything sounded disgusting- smother it with mayonnaise or olive oil. Eww, I don't even like mayo on a sandwich I definitely don't want to sleep with it in my hair!

So olive oil then.

Still Gross.

I lay with my head in the tub with my husband pours a half bottle of extra virgin olive oil over my shaking sobbing body. So this is what a break down feel like?

I sat on the bathroom floor sobbing (harder than I have in my entire life...hormones?) for about an hour.

All I could picture was the nurses during delivery not even wanting to come near me because they could see bugs in my hair. I was convinced this would not work and I would be stuck with lice for the remainder of the pregnancy. I cried so hard I threw up. I cried so hard I got an intense headache from all the sniffles. I cried so hard I fell asleep on the bathroom floor.

Surprisingly I slept better than I have in about 7 weeks.

I woke up, washed the oil out of my hair, nit combed my hair.

It worked.

I am still traumatized. I will never cook with olive oil again. Or use a 7 year olds brush.

Pregnant Zombie

If I knew that being pregnant would be this hard I would have been sterilized. I am soooo tired. Not the normal tired after a long day tired but the I haven't slept for three weeks-ran a marathon-am I dead yet tired! I want coffee. I want booze. I want ENERGY!

I am SO aware that this is going to be my life for the next 10 years so don't go rubbing it in future me's.

Time flies!!!

I am already 6 weeks pregnant! I find it so hard to believe, for the most part the shock has worn off but I'm still surprised as hell when I realize in 7 1/2 months I will be a mom!

We're starting to get really excited about it! I love being pregnant, I've been so lucky to not have any horrible symptoms. I am exhausted all. the. time. but no morning sickness! However, I have been unlucky (depends who your asking I guess) in that I already have a baby bump. My doctor says some women just show early... well that sucks! I'm already in maternity clothes! I've gone from a C cup to a D! On the plus side... I have lost 5 lbs!!! The new clothes are incredibly comfy though and I don't mind trying to struggle into my jeans anymore!

Hubs and I have already picked out names, Sophia Josephine if its a girl and Breaden David if its a boy. Hubs really wants a girl and since I know he would be an amazing father for a girl I do too (as a daddy's girl myself I know how rare it is to have an amazing father figure). Though I don't really care as long as he/she is healthy! I have had a few dreams about a baby girl so we take that as a sign and call the baby Sophia.

My appointment isn't until the 23rd and my first ultrasound won't be until the 29th. I was upset that I'd have eto wait so long so I found a clinic that will give us an ultrasound earlier so I hope to have more information soon! We arn't sure about the due date but its estimated at April 28, 2010! The ultrasound will help to determine if we're correct.

Have I got some news for you..

Yesterday I woke up. Everything was normal. I had a normal Twenty-Something life. I had my husband next to me in bed. I had a full day of work ahead of me. I ate breakfast, dressed, and got ready to go. I kissed my husband goodbye as he went off to work.

I drove to my sisters house to catch up and check on her since her boyfriend left for China on business on Friday. 

THEN- My whole life changed.

During conversation my sister asked if I had gotten my period yet (we're really close) she knew I was supposed to get it on her daughters birthday, the 19th. I suddenly realized for the first time since the 20th that I still had not gotten my period! 

"DON'T WORRY!" she screamed already running out the door, "I have a pregnancy test in my car!"

and then I vomited. 

I peed on the stick. And less than 45 seconds later...

Fuck.

God Box

Last night was my nieces 8th birthday. EIGHT! Eight years ago I was in the room when my sister huffed and puffed and blew that beloved perfect baby out of her vagina! I was there for every single day of her life when her and my sister lived with us for 4 years until they could afford to be out on their own. I was the one that took the very first picture of her. I was the one that would smother her with attention every second that no one was holding her. I saw her first smile, heard her first word, guided her first steps away from the glass table. When my sister finally got a place of her own in California I went with them and stayed for the summer and even missed a few weeks of school because I wasn't ready to leave them. I baby sat her for fun. I introduced her to "fashion clothes" as she called them. I memorized every single Hannah Montana song with her so we could sing along. And now. She is EIGHT! She is practically a teenager! 

I remember being eight. I think I felt much older than she must feel, but I'm probably wrong and that makes me sad. When she was 2 she promised me she would never grow up, "Aunie I will stay a baby for you forever". I still tease her for "lying" to me but she says she didn't know she had no choice in the matter at the time (which is adorable). I am happy that even thought we no longer live together or even see each other as much she still thinks I am way cooler than Hannah Montana. 

Which coincidentally was the theme of her birthday party. It was a fun party. She loves when I devote all of my attention to her and whenever she sees I am absent from her side I hear a faint "AUNIE!" in the distance calling for me.

My entire family was there because every. single. person. in my family feels the same way about her (which is insane really, she going to have quite a complex when she's older). She is the center of our gravity and she always brings everyone together. 

My grandmother, on my fathers side, whom I never see was there and it was good to catch up. Every time I see her I think of how much I am missing out by not spending time with her. So I decided to change that and we planned lunch and a movie together today. 

We went to Applebee's for lunch and saw Julie and Julia. It was a nice bonding experience and we made plans to do some shopping at Target in the near future so we could spend more time together! 

She's a very wise woman, she's had a lot of hard times in her life that she has drawn from to have an incredible knack for conquering obstacles. You would never know about it listening her talk about how she worries about small things like where her sun glasses are and if she should "park over their in the shade or right here by the door" but she is the master go to woman for advice big or small. 

Her AA groups have given her a spiritual side as well and she began telling me how she writes down things that worry her or "burden" her and puts them in her "God box". She says its miraculous when she goes through the God box months later to find that all of those worries have disappeared and worked themselves out. 

I think this is like my God box.

Ode to a hangover

Well if Tonight's gonna be a good night then tomorrows gonna be a doozy!

Boy oh boy. It was good...no great. There was drinks, music, laughter, and a band! All together a success! I was partying with my homies till the break of dawn (or like 2:30). It was a good time and I didn't have to spend the $$ I would have had to dole out at the bar for an equally good buzz.

But today.... oh today.

Today not so much a good time- more of a nauseous head aching I may be dying bad time. The memories (or lack there of) of my night helps ease the pain a little bit but mostly I feel like crawling into a coma for a few days. Or perhaps a stiff one would do the trick. If I didn't have to work.

Tonights gonna be a good good night!

If you follow me, you may know that I am a 21 year old college student. You may also know that I am married and that I spend most of my days with 6 wonderful amazing kids 10 and under. I tend to act like a 40 something. I don't know what this is. My family says I've always acted a good 2 decades older than I really was since childhood. 

Point is, I can be very dull when I let myself get caught up. I go from day to day in a schedule that follows identical to the day before. I pay bills. I'm a housewife. I'm mature. I'm responsible.

BUT-

Every once in a while I snap into my 21 year old brain and throw one. hell. of. a. party. My friends LOVE when this happens. When they get that invite there is usually no invite declined because they know this will be the party that will be talked about for years to come in our circles, "Remember that New Years party at your house when..."

 "Which one?" 

-room laughs and all collectively sigh as we remember the good times. 

Well tonight. I have decided. Tonight is one of THOSE nights. A night where legends are born.