The Switch-a-roo

Pretty sure Ben and I are going to change the new baby's name...Rosalie is too close to Savannah Rose, which is what we call Savs most of the time. So, we are going back to our very first girl name choice when we found out it was a girl at the 16 week ultrasound, Violet. And just for shits and giggles (and because Lucia doesn't go with Violet...it starts to sound like Violently when you yell it) we may just give her my middle name, Jean. Violet Jean Norman.

Let's see if this one sticks.

Breathing again

So, I've started breathing again. My bestest and I got our kids together yesterday afternoon for a few hours of fun at the children's museum. It was our first time hanging out since the awful day we discovered that my son has "extreme/intense temperament" and assaulted one of her kids, badly. I feared for the last few weeks that our friendship would end over this event and even though neither of us would have seen it coming it still pained me to an insanely guilty state. I mention Meg in a lot of my blog entries so I am sure anyone who reads knows what she means to me. She is my rock. I have been at a loss in the last few weeks without her. I didn't want to over crowd her and in advice from a mutual friend gave her the time and space to heal a bit and then contact me. When I saw her yesterday at the museum I wanted to jump out of my chair, give her the biggest hug and just start crying (a mix of both joy and sadness, sadness over what happened but joy over the fact that she was there in front of me once again).

But I didn't. I stayed put in my seat, fed Savs and we went about our normal conversation. I can not believe how big her son has gotten and how fast he is moving/running around! I missed him. I missed her. I missed our little jumble of freak show kiddie fun together. You know how they say it takes a village? Not true. It takes one reeeeeeeeeeally good friend who understands what you mean, how you feel, and what your going to do.... before you even have to say it. That's Meg.

Lady in Waiting

There are times when I really do wonder if the people in my life feel the same way about me as I do them.

For the second time this month I had plans with someone and was cast aside for a chance to get a wee bit drunk. As if all consideration and thoughtfulness goes out the window and I end up being the person who gets the short end of the stick. We made plans, twice. I got excited, twice. I arranged my day, twice. Only to be let down, twice.

I feel like I'm always waiting. Waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to go wrong, waiting for someone to get home, waiting for someone to call me with an invitation to go do something (which I normally can't anyway because I always have the kids in my care), waiting for the next day DH has off so we can spend some time together (not that this even matters because the XBox and friends also want his attention)...even married, I'm still a Lady in Waiting.

SmartyPig Widget

SmartyPig Widget: "Check out my SmartyPig goals."

We have a name

So we knew for a while now what the baby's first name was going to be if it was a girl and now we have the middle name. Martha Zapata is someone very close to me. She was my maid of honor at my wedding and although she lives 1,200 miles away I still consider her one of my closest friends. The inside jokes we share go on for days and of course there is always Ireland. ;) In honor of her I (we) wanted to include her name in our baby's...but Martha just doesn't flow right. Sooooo we decided to use her middle name as our new daughter's middle name. I am so excited to get to honor the friend who stood by me through pregnancy, moving, life changes and motherhood by passing a part of her onto my second daughter, Rosalie Lucia Norman.

IT'S A GIRL!!!! AGAIN!!!!

Ultrasound today told us two things....

1)Ben was right...its a girl. To be named Rosalie :)

2) My due date is December 31st NOT the 22nd as they originally guessed. NEW YEARS BABY!

#3 symptoms and a quick update

Ok so I'm two days shy of 15 weeks and I can honestly say this is the best pregnancy so far (knock on wood). Aside from the normal first trimester fatigue and headaches that I had with Aidan and Savannah the only other thing that is symptomatic is my weird craving for broccoli cheese soup and baked potatoes SMOTHERED in bacon, butter and cheese. I mean I always liked baked potatoes but now I eat one almost daily. I get them at work, I have Ben bring some home, or I scrap up change to get one at Wendy's. What is more ridiculous is the broccoli soup thing. I can count how many times I have had broccoli cheese soup in my life....three. But it is all I think about....weirder still because it is freaking 90 degree's outside!

I am still convinced that this baby is a boy. Ben is convinced that it is a girl. Only a few more weeks until we know for sure. Aidan is excited about having another sibling but he is on Team Blue as well....as he wants a little brother now. Speaking of my little man he got a "daddy haircut" and looks like he has aged 3 years to me. I can not believe how big he is getting. I feel like yesterday I was helping him learn to walk...now he's jumping into pools and writing his name beautifully.

Savannah had an overnight at Hasbro Children's Hospital last week for an observational overnight to monitor her oxygen levels when she sleeps since she stops breathing every once in a while and then takes fast huge gulps of air afterward. Her oxygen levels never dropped more than 1% so they did other assessments and then decided that she was ok to go home until a more in-depth sleep study could be done in July in Boston. They also figured out that she doesn't need early intervention....she's just content (lazy) and will do things when she wants. Which is apparently what my sister did as well, according to my mom.

Ok back to the Sunday grind...clean clean clean...just so it can get destroyed tomorrow and Ben can say I don't do housework. *eyeroll*