Taken Over By The Baby Fever Monster!

Okay. Go back to post #1 where it says blah blah blah "ttc in december".. Well long story but I get this idea to test with an opk last night, and wouldn't you know it's POSITIVE! Baby fever monster POUNCES on this information, takes over my rational thinking and says: Ba-by NOW! Ba-by NOW! It whispers in my ear things like, "WHY are you waiting?! It makes no difference.. then. Now. It's all the same. Especially NOW!"

Welllll of course this Baby Fever Monster would never lie to me so I figure oh what the hell. Let's see what happens. Now, I do chart using FAM and will know if ovulation has occured like I think it is going to. I need three high days of temps. If I get those... it's then a countdown of how-many-days-til-I-can-pee-on-a-stick?

Oh, and speaking of babies, my adorable but grouchy 3 month old is definitely getting a tooth! It's funny, he's so tiny, rarely ever gets tears when he cries, sounds like a newborn, still does that tongue sticky out-y that newborns do.. and is getting a tooth! I guess because he seems so new, I really didn't think he'd get one so early. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, though.. all of my kids but one had teeth by 6 months old...

Oh, and speaking of monsters, we still have no plan for Mr. Keanu. Working on it...

6 year old -- Free to Good Home! :)

My third child, Keanu, was probably the best baby you could ever imagine. He almost never cried, even at his own birth. The first time I heard his cry was a couple hours after delivery, and it was only becuase he was hungry. He turned into a fabulous one year old. You could take him in public without a stroller because he would hold your hand and walk along nicely, neither touching things nor running away. At two he was still a perfect little angel, the sweetest and most hilarious little boy I've seen. He had the best sense of humor and loved to laugh. He LOVED everything! (you could tell by the way he said, "I LOVE that! I LOVE this!") Even when he was serious, he was funny. The way he used to say "ambulance" sounded like "onion". I was always confused, when he'd suddenly say, "Look, onion!" And I'd say "what? Onion?!?!" And he'd come back with "No. AAAAA----MMMMM----EEEEEE-----AAAAA---NNNN... Do you uuunnnnnnn------dddddddeeeeerrrrrrrr-----sssssttttttaaaaaaannnnnddddd?" You know, dragging out the words, enunciating very carefully, as if I were slow to catch on to things. Kinda funny when you're patronized by a 2 year old!

At three something changed and he became more difficult. Ah well, par for the course, right? Except that he's going to be six at the end of this week, and it's worse than ever! This boy has a TEMPER! He's very ungrateful. He's also very... oh, let's be honest. He's lazy. I'm not sure I've ever seen a lazier child. Ironically, he will expend fifteen times more energy to get out of something than it would take to just do it. I can't get him to listen. And I KNOW he does this on purpose. One day, at lunchtime a few months back, I was getting ready to go to work. I said, "Lupe, you going to be a good boy today?" He says, "Oh, yes! I'm always good at school." I said, "WEll, that's good, but I'm talking about at home. Are you going to be a good listener for daddy?" His answer? "Oh. I'm not sure yet."

True story.

Today is a particularly trying day. I'm *this close* to writing on the back of cardboard "Free to Good Home" and sending him to stand on the corner to see if there's any takers. Little does he know, when his dad comes home tonight, we're going to talk. We'll come up with a plan and this little boy is in for some "Grateful bootcamp" (got this from someone, thanks, you know who you are! *wink*) Okay, I'm not a hundred percent sure exactly how it'll work. We'll work that out and keep you posted on the progress.

Me, Joining the Millions of Other Bloggers :)

Well, here I am. Starting a blog. I've considered one previously, but never really thought I was interesting enough to write about. I'm still not sure I'm all that interesting, but I have things I want to change in my life and thought it would be kind of cool to have a record of the progress.

What kind of things, you wonder? Wellllllll.... I need more harmony in my life. My house is CRAZY out of control. I have six kids, and my oldest just turned nine, so we have mess and noise and chaos. :) My laundry pile is so big I am pretty sure it's going to eat me soon. We recieve so many papers from the kids' schools that I think we have half a forest sitting on the computer desk (and bookshelves. and in the drawers. and...) Now that things are warming up outside and my kids are playing in the yard more, I think they've tracked in enough dirt that it's a contest between my kitchen floor and my yard to see which has more... you know, THAT kind of chaos. My mental health is just begging me to get organized home-wise!

Then there's my buddhism. I've fallen in love with this religion and would LOVE to start following it. I've even gone so far as to enter the monastery and inquire about times for dharma talks and such... I was going to go easter weekend.... and then chickened out. I feel like I am not "qualified" to be there, as I am sure those who attend are much more versed in such matters and might find me lacking. Of course, this is only my own insecurities and I need to get over it. I mean, everyone needs to start somewhere, right? So rather than seeing me as an imposter they would likely welcome another member. Tomorrow, perhaps? .....

Did I mention I just had a baby three months ago today? His name is Damien and he is incredibly cute --- during daylight hours. And when his mouth is not open, screaming. Okay, so we're down to about three and a half seconds in the morning when he's cute. LOL Just kidding. I love him to pieces, but he is pretty demanding. But even still, we're planning on trying for another (and final) baby in december of this year. So my mission is to lose weight and get healthy for that time. I weigh about 174 pounds right now! I can hear ya'll gasping about how terrible that is, and I am going to have to agree. I never want to be the 120 pounds that I used to be (even after having my first three kids!) but 174 is not okay in my books. Particularly because I developed PIH at the end of Damien's pregnancy, and it got worse after the birth. It was a scary time. No one can explain why some women develop this, no one can predict with certainty that someone will develop it, and there is no real way to prevent it but I know that -generally speaking- being overweight can aggravate/cause high blood pressure, so I figure it really can't hurt to be a normal weight when I get pregnant!

I have more things to work on, but those are my "big" ones. When it all comes down to it, I am searching for harmony in my life. Hence, the title of my blog...

Edited to change the size of font :)

Lisa