And our next little munchkin is......

A BOY! Yep, it's another boy! And we are really excited. Kinda stuck in the name department, but we've got time to decide. Everything looks good, healthy, and VERY active. The due date stayed the same, so my C-Section will hopefully be scheduled around the same time mentioned in the beginning. March 20ish. Stay tuned...

Houston, we may have an a**hole!

Yesterday's weather was so beautiful. I can not stand being outside, but there is something about fall that makes me want to stay out as long as I can. So after the munchkin's tennis lesson, we headed to the park. As soon as we got there little man was all over the place, sliding, climbing, and apparently scoping the place for girls. It didn't take him long to zone in on Bailey, an older woman, she is four and very naive to his charm. They were taking turns spinning each other on this "spinning thing", he would stand up on it, Bailey would spin him, then she would stand and he would spin her, then she decided that she would spin him until she got herself dizzy. He got off the "spinner" and she climbed on and he told her "I'm dizzy, you turn yourself" and walked away like she was old news. It was such a little a**hole move. Poor little Bailey.

I wish I could tell you that his attitude changed later on, but when we got home from the park the phone rang and it was mother, who has the knack for calling when I am trying to cook dinner, you know the most convenient time for her, anyway, I told little guy to pick up the phone and chat with Grandma, and he did. The conversation started with a "Hello", followed by "I don't want to talk, so I am going to hang up". And that he did. It was actually funny because it was my mom who lately has been on my naughty list for being a tad annoying.

But, with these two little situations that occurred today, I am getting worried that our little goofball is becoming an a**hole! What am I supposed to do? Let him grow out of it? What if it's permanent? The warden is totally going to blame this one on me, he's really nice, and me, well, let's just say I can be a little rough around the edges, according to the warden. I can already see us getting a call from the cotillion instructors, that munchkin doesn't have a knack for being a good ol' southern gentleman. We are so screwed!

Couple's Retreat!

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Date night, take two! We tried to see this movie for our anniversary date night and the power went out at the theater. We got rainchecks and decided that we would go this past weekend. The verdict on this movie: it was okay. We, the warden and I, love Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau and Jason Bateman, so we were really excited to see this one. But we just thought it was all right. It's a renter. We didn't like Bateman's character, I can't stand Malin Akerman, she's a cheap version of Cameron Diaz, he thought it was weird to see Kristin Davis out of Sex and the City, but we both thought Faizon Love was pretty funny! It has some good laughs, but definitely not what we were expecting. We were expecting Swingers/ Old School humor, but got what we got! Date night was great, sushi was yummy (it was pregnancy friendly), and not having to put the little monkey to bed was priceless!

Grade: C- (actually a D+, but I'm feeling good right now)

To Cheat or Not to Cheat?

That is the question....

So I went to my 16 week OB check today and while I waited for my fabulous doc, for an hour, I was chatting it up with a few other preggies and we were talking about what each other was having and I innocently said I am only 16 weeks we will find out on the next visit and one the sweeties said, why wait, why not go to Peek A Boo Baby? It's like $59 and you'll know sooner.

Hmmmmm...... Was that a sweet suggestion? Or was that a challenge? For those who know me, it sounds like a double dog dare. Why did she put the idea in my head? Sure, she was just being nice, but now I am going to have to avoid going near our neighborhood baby boutique and ultrasound shoppe Nestled Newborn.

I told my husband about this innocent idea and looked at me like hmmmm..., but then followed up with a look like don't even think about it.

I feel like if I go, I'll be cheating on a major test. Like a self-control test.

Damnit!

We'll see if I give in to temptation or if I utilize restraint... Stay tuned.

8 years into my Life Sentence.....

It's not as bad as I make it sound. Just my warped sense of humor. It is the warden and I's 8th anniversary. It doesn't seem like eight years, but I have a hard time wrapping my head around how far we have come from our "newlywed" days. So in honor of our 8th anniversary, I've come up with 8 of our "finest" moments...

1) The time I got rid our couch to make room for a new one and found out it was back ordered for a month and we didn't have anywhere to sit. The warden took it like a champ.

2) The time I decided to join him on a midnight run, by riding my bike, and got so tired of peddling I threw my helmet at him and left the bike by a stop sign.

3) The time he went out of town and our bedroom doorknob broke and I got locked in our bedroom and had to call the neighbors and my dad to get me out.

4) Our infamous ski adventure.

5) The first time I told him I was pregnant, I took a cell phone picture of a pregnancy test and asked him if he saw what I saw.

6) Our first night home with the baby. We felt like the most under qualified parents EVER!!!

7) The ONE and ONLY time I tried to cut the grass.

8) All of the times when I had to start my conversations with, "Don't get mad, but...".

These are really all great moments, just because they are OUR moments. I joke alot about how crazy marriage can be and don't even get me started on parenthood. But, the truth is I love my life and it can get crazy and sometimes boring at times, but I can't imagine my life without the warden or the munchkin. They are the men in my life who will eventually drive me to drink, but they are mine and I love them.

You look familiar?

So in my old age, I've noticed that I hear myself and others saying things like "do I know you?", "do we know each other?", and the famous "that's where I know you from". It's kinda sad that our memories seem to escaping some of us and our obnoxious curiosity just doesn't let us walk away from these people and let them escape our 20 questions, just to say hey to them to not seem rude. When in fact I am starting to think that it is more rude to take up their time with my stupid questions.

Anyway, I was at the car wash Friday morning and this guy walked out to the waiting area and he said hello and there I was, in my head, wondering who hell is this guy? After ten minutes of resistance, question one popped out, "does your kid go to school with my kid?", he responded "No, but you look familiar,too". It went silent for a few more minutes and then it clicked, he's the guy from the pool. I shared my revelation and he loudly, in front of at least ten people, shared "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

It was like the DJ stopped and the record scratched and the spotlight was pointed right at me. I was so embarrassed, thinking, oh no now everyone at the Mr. Clean Carwash thinks I am the town's stripper mom. And even though, he quickly followed up with a loud, explanation of seeing me in my bathing suit, I still felt like the town's adult entertainer, I decided to stop asking dumb questions. If I don't recognize someone, then I don't recognize them, it's okay.

Where the hell have I been?

In a morning sickness induced coma! Yes, after a year of resistance, a little bit of persuasion and a MAJOR weak moment, I surrendered!

Although, we were totally conscious of what we were doing, no birth control and a fertility monitor "fertile alert", we were surprised to find out that our little rendezvous worked. We had actually been tinkering with the idea for a little while and made the decision that if it didn't happen, then it'd be okay. We decided that we wouldn't become obsessed with getting knocked up, by going through testing and medication, blah, blah, blah and I was fine with that because the idea of turning my cycles and sex life into a project didn't seem to be a desirable route, to me!

Anyway, enough about the logistics, I am with child, and I am out of my coma, still can't believe I was dumb enough to go through this again, but I am hopeful for great results. Now that I am physically feeling better, I am working on my mental state. I keep thinking over and over about my nightmare skiing experience. (A little insight into my skiing adventure: It was 2 years ago, I got removed from my beginner lesson and placed in private lessons for special needs skiers and completely humiliated by 2 and 3 year olds who skied better than I did, with pacifiers in their mouths. I actually got escorted off the slopes by ski patrol because I slammed into a barrier and knocked out a staff member.) I cried to the warden the other day about my fears and he tried to make me feel better and I told him I felt like having another one feels like he's asking me to go skiing again.

I'll be okay, there's no turning back now, the next challenge is how in the hell do we tell the munchkin that he will soon have a sidekick? He gets pissed when I buy other kid's birthday gifts. He actually gets a little miffed when the warden and I hug too long. We'll figure that out another day!