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T-Ball started for Dylan.  It’s like, THE most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

They practice twice a week for an hour and it’s HILARIOUS.  They run in all sorts of directions, they just watch the ball roll by them, they sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” while playing third base.  It’s like a variety comedy hour put on by a bunch of five year olds.

Their first game was Saturday.  At 8am. Dylan protested at the beginning, but after we started getting him into his uniform, he warmed up to the idea.  When he was all gussied up, he thought he was hot shit.

I can’t really blame him.  The game was fun.  They don’t count outs or keep score, so the kids just got to play and figure out what the hell was going on.  With a few bathroom breaks thrown in for good measure.

Zach has decided it’s time to try to use the potty.  Except, he only thinks to use the potty after he’s already done his business in his diaper.  We need to work on his timing.  I am determined to get him potty trained before I have another baby’s diapers to change.  A few months off would be nice.  Plus, he starts preschool (HOLY CRAP) in August, so we’ve really got to get him out of diapers before that.  I need to get myself motivated to really get on the ball.

We moved in with my in-laws a week and a half ago.  So far so good.  The boys are enjoying their new room and DJ and I are enjoying the non-commute.  I need to figure out my routine and the boys need to figure out a new sleep schedule.  This whole waking up at 6am when we don’t have to be up until at least 7 is starting to get old That will come eventually, I suppose.   Hopefully the time change next weekend will help with that.  I am really looking forward to the next few months as the weather improves and we can really enjoy our new surroundings.  There is SO much to do in Santa Barbara, I have a feeling we’ll be spending a lot of time outdoors.  Bring on the sunscreen!

I’m slowly starting to feel better.  Mornings are much improved, I even look forward to having a cup of coffee!  Hopefully my evenings will follow suit and I’ll start feeling better at night.  I’m really looking forward to enjoying food again.  Like, a lot.

My next OB appointment is on the 18th of this month.  And my anatomy scan is scheduled for Thursday, April 15th.  Dylan is going to come with us, which should be fun.  He loves looking at ultrasound pictures, so I think he’ll get a kick of seeing the baby live and on screen.  Plus, if it IS a girl, DJ will have another penis present to make him feel better.

I’m only half kidding.

There’s really not too much else to report.  I’ve been boring, which is why I haven’t really updated.  Hopefully my brain will reload soon so I can actually start posting again.  I know you’ll all be thrilled!

We have…a lot…going on lately.

Besides the pregnancy, which has left me incapable of functioning like a normal human for the past six weeks, we’ve also come to a point where we were forced to make another huge life change.

We’re moving in 6 days.  MOVING.  Out of our house and in with my in-laws.  Lucky for us, they have a large house with a huge yard, and we get along. Which will make things a bit easier.

We’ll be spending the week there and coming back to our house (an hour north) on Saturday afternoons after Dylan’s t-ball game.

You see, we plan on renting our house out once we’re finished with all the renovations/remodel stuff we have yet to complete.  And until our house is rented out, we can’t get our own home.  Because, believe it or not, we can’t afford two house payments a month.  Shocking, I KNOW.

So, we will spend our week in lovely Santa Barbara, and make the long-ass drive every Saturday afternoon and Sunday evening.  We’ll spend a day and a half working feverishly to get our house in rentable condition.  And then lather, rinse and repeat.

I’ve put a 5 month time limit on this insanity, as I refuse to give birth and bring a newborn home to someone else’s house.  I will need my own space.  And?  Dylan starts kindergarten (gah) this fall and I have to have a permanent address in order to register him.  As it stands, there are any number of elementary schools in the area and I don’t know which school we will be living near.  To save myself stress induced hypertension during the last few months of my pregnancy, we HAVE to be settled in our “own” home by mid-July.

HAVE TO.

So, please excuse me while I lose my mind in the next few days.  I have a lot of shit to do in order to be able to get us packed up and moved.  The only positive to this process is that I don’t have to pack my entire house right now.  I only need the items we will need on a daily basis.  The rest can stay behind and be weeded through and packed up over the next few months.

I’d ask you to send wine, but…I can’t drink it.  So maybe send chocolate instead?

Some of you, *ahem*Stacey*, wanted some further details about my post yesterday. So I figured the easiest way to catch you up was to give you a timeline of the last few months.

October 2009:

Have IUD removed because it was making me crazy in the head. Decide to take our chances and stay off birth control in an attempt to give my body some time to regulate itself.

November 2009:

Discuss possibility of third baby.  Decide we’ll take precautions, but if it happens it happens.

December 2009:

7th:  1st day of period

Mid month:  (I could give you specific dates, but you don’t need to know THAT much)  WHOOPS, weren’t very careful that time!

29th: Take pregnancy test.  Positive.  Happy Birthday to me!  Figure a due date of 9/13.  Six days after Zach was due!

January 2010:

First half of month: EAT! FOOD!  RED MEAT.  FOOOOODDDDDDDDD.  SLEEEEPPPPPPP.

January 16th: Send Zach to a family bbq wearing this shirt.  I stayed home feeling like CRAP.

Second half of month:  Puke.  Gag.  WHAT IS THAT GODAWFUL SMELL?!  SLEEEEPPPPPPPP.

February 2010:

First half of month:  Repeat second half of January.  Add sick kids and a head cold to the mix.

15th: 1st Doctor appointment

• Lost 4 pounds. No big surprise there.
• Blood pressure is high.  I swear up and down it’s because I’m nervous.  They believe me.
• See little peanut on ultrasound screen.

• Little peanut isn’t so little and measures a full 6 days ahead of where it should be.
• Identify heartbeat.  *phew*
• Identify alien looking FACE (awww…cute AND creepy) and moving legs with toes.  The little legs might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
• Ask Doctor to look and venture a guess if there are boy parts growing.

• Certainly looks like that could be the case.  Much too soon to tell for sure, though.
• Doc moves due date up to 9/7.  The same as Zach’s!  He makes a joke about us only having sex at one time each year.  I laugh.  DJ doesn’t.
• Remember just how much I adore my OB.
• Get stuck with needle for H1N1 vaccine.
• Sent to lab for blood draw.

And…that’s about it so far!  Thank you all so much for your congratulations and well wishes yesterday.  I’m so happy to have finally told you!

Holy Crap, you guys!  I’m having a BABY!

It has struck again.

First it was Dylan.  He had a hacking cough and was home from school for a WEEK.

Then it was Zach.  He also had a hacking cough (that, at one point, I was convinced was Whooping Cough) and on Sunday developed a 104.6 degree fever.  Fun times.  Especially when Tylenol didn’t bring it down.  Sigh.

Here’s a video to give you an idea of what it’s been like at our house for the past two weeks.  After Zach’s whooping cough scare, I was trying to get a video evidence.  Thankfully, the whooping sound had disappeared overnight.  But we were left with this pathetic excuse for the world’s cutest 2 year old.

Now?  I have it.  Of fucking course.  Well, I have the head cold portion of it.  Luckily, so far, I haven’t developed the hacking cough part.

Fingers crossed.

Anyway, I have so much to fill you guys in on.  But it’s going to have to wait, because sitting up and typing and, like, thinking, is making me really tired.  And my eyes are watery and my nose is starting to run.

I paint a pretty picture, don’t I?

Thanks, once again, for sticking with me the past few weeks month. I know I’ve been MIA.

I have a TON of really awesome stuff to share with you.  Once I’m capable of being upright for more than 30 minutes at at time.

Which will hopefully be soon.

I got freaking HACKED yesterday.

Like, someone broke into my site and changed shit around.

*click to enlarge*

The best part?

*I* didn’t even notice.

Because, you know, I’ve been kind of MIA lately.

So I get a text from Andrea and she’s all “Holy shit! Did you know you’ve been hacked?  Your blog looks crazy!”

And I was like, WHAT?!

And I was talking to Heather and I said “MY BLOG HAS BEEN HACKED!  WHAT DO I DO!”

And she goes “I just told Mike, and he goes ‘I know.’”

And I was all “THANKS, MIKE.”

And she goes “He says he emailed you.”

So then I checked my email and he HAD emailed me.

Like, five hours earlier, but I hadn’t seen it because I hadn’t looked at my email.

And then I logged into Twitter and saw that MommaBird 2345 had said something to me as well.

WHOOPS.

See what I mean about being MIA?

Then I apologized to Mike because he really had let me know and I had been kind bitchy in my “THANKS MIKE”.

But I’m pretty sure I have some other reason to be mad at him anyway.

SO, I had to actually log into my site and change all my passwords and delete all the new pages the hacker created and then rename all the ones he (It was clearly a dude.  Asshole) renamed.

And that left me utterly exhausted.

But it did give me something to write about.

So, yay.

*WAPOW*

Thunderstorms are quite possibly one of my most favorite things ever.

Growing up on the east coast, I spent a good deal of my childhood looking out the window watching them approach.  I LOVED to watch the winds pick up.  The leaves on the trees would turn over and became this cool silvery green color.  We’d sit on our back porch and watch the clouds roll in, and as soon as it started to rain too hard, or the lightning got too close for comfort, we’d head inside and watch through a window.

For me, there’s nothing like the sound of a rumble of thunder.

After moving to California, it took me a LONG time to come to terms with the fact that I was lucky if I’d get even one thunderstorm a year.  ONE.

As you’ve probably heard, California is experiencing some crazy weather right now.  And by crazy, I mean it’s been raining.  A LOT.

I was beyond happy this morning to be woken up by thunder and lightning.  It was 6am, I was cozy in my bed and I was able to enjoy the rumble of a decent thunderstorm.  It was awesome.

Until it woke Zach up, who freaked the fuck out.  He clearly doesn’t share my appreciation for a good storm.

I’ll have to work on him.

Oh, HELLO!  Is anyone still out there?

SO, I know.  I’ve been MIA.

I’ve been BUSY!

So much so that I think it requires a list!

Here we go:

• I helped plan and host a baby shower.  Which, HOLY FUCKING HELL.  Stress.  But totally worth it.
• Zach has been having speech therapy twice a week.  I’m usually only home two days a week, so this has thrown a serious cramp into my sitting on the couch time.  Especially since the house has to be presentable.  And they spend the entire hour on my living room floor, so I even have to vacuum.  And pick up toys so there’s, you know,  room for them on the floor.  It’s really time consuming.  Who knew.
• We remodeled our master bath.  And we’re still happily married!
• Dylan is obsessed, and when I say obsessed, I mean OBSESSED, with Wii Super Mario Bros.  It’s the first thing he asks about in the morning, and he wants to play it until the moment he goes to bed.  I’m pretty sure he dreams about it all night long.  And because I’m such a good mother, I take the time to sit my ass on the couch and play it with him on occasion.
• I also enrolled Dylan in T-ball.  The paperwork took me six weeks to fill out because I was never at the right location with the correct paperwork.  But, he will be playing T-ball next month!  So, yay!  More shit to add to my list!

That’s all I can think of.  And I’m tired now.  So I think I’m going to take a nap.  Because the fact that the contents of my closet are stacked up in my bedroom (my husband decided to undertake a closet remodel – sigh) means nothing to me.  A nap sounds much more exciting than organizing the crap from my closet.

What have you guys been up to?

I was going to write this letter to you yesterday, but then I figured I’d wait until it was officially your gig.  Like, maybe you’re some sort of diva who won’t even talk about what’s expected of you until you’ve officially got the job.

So, welcome!  A lot is expected of you.  If you haven’t heard yet, your predecessor was kind of an  asshole.  And by kind of, I mean a complete and total asshole.

You need to make up for that, which is going to be a big job.  It’s not going to be easy, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask.

Please keep my family and friends healthy and happy, and heal my friends who are sick.  Bring the expected babies into the world without drama, and make sure they are healthy and chubby and cute.  Because we don’t need no ugly babies.  Or any more sadness and sorrow.  2009 gave us enough of that. For a lifetime.

You are the year Dylan will start t-ball and Kindergarten and the year Zachary will start Preschool.  You are the year I will get organized, if it kills me.  You are *hopefully* the year that DJ will see a load of stress lifted off his shoulders, and will see us moving into a new home.  Let’s make sure those last two happen, m’kay?

You are the year I will win the lottery, the year I will become a walking Ann Taylor Loft ad, the year I will start to wear jewelry on a consistent basis, and the year I will buy myself a designer handbag without feeling loads of guilt.

You are MY year.  We will be friends and I will be sad to see you go.  You, however, will probably not be sad to say goodbye to me.

I WILL OWN  YOU.

Love,

Meg

Today is my birthday.  WHOOT!!!!

I’m 31.

Which is apparently REALLY old to sweet little bitches babies like Jen and Katie who have never seen The Princess Bride or Ice Castles (which is being remade!!!!!!) and don’t even know the show Greatest American Hero. They’ve also made it their life’s purpose this past week to make me feel old.  But really, I just feel bad for them because they’ve missed out on SO MUCH GOOD STUFF.

ANYWAY, I’m going to get a pedicure and have lunch today with my girlfriend Hannah.  Without kids!  So my genius self thought it would be a great present if my husband and the boys stayed at my in-laws house last night.

Because OMFG, a night of quiet, watching shows *I* want to watch, sleeping uninterrupted, not waking up to an alarm, and then getting to watch the news in the morning?!  HEAVEN!

Except, I miss them.  And I feel guilty that I wanted a night alone for my birthday.  But they’ll be home tonight for my birthday dinner and for cake.  And Dylan promised to sing me the Birthday Song.  So I should just get over it and enjoy my day, right?

RIGHT?

Also, Mom, Dad and Court?  It’s fucking garbage day.  I’m pissed.