Hair Resolution

I haven't cut my hair in the last 6 months.
Mostly because of lazyness
I have decided that since it is already sooo long that I should do something productive about it

I have decided that I am going to continue to grow it
Grow it with a purpose
That purpose is to donate it to 'locks of love'

When shall I cut it?
I was thinking of a timeline that would give me enough time to have enough to cut.
I was thinking after the baby was born?
Then I decided after I lose the baby weight.
A post Christmas chopping!
December 27

It's always something that I have wanted to do but since my husband adores my long hair and grieves everytime I get it cut I thought if I grew it out long enough to have long hair post chop it would be a win-win.

Anyways that's the plan.

The Funniest Part of The Weekend

We took Audrey swimming at my parents house on Sunday.
I bought her a a bathing suit that had a diaper inside. No big deal right?
I'm pretty sure you can figure out were this is going to a degree.
Well I bought the bathingsuit a bit bigger so that it would fit her all summer.
Still no big deal right?
Well when you buy a bathing suit bigger and it has a swim diaper in it...the swim diaper is bigger.

We took Audrey out of the pool and she was walking around in her cute little bathing suit.
My dad picked her up just as audrey stuck her hand in the side of her bathing suit.
For those of you who don't know Audrey. She only pees a few times a day but when she does its BUCKETS of pee.

So my dad has picked her up. Audrey has put her hand in the side of her bathing suit.
All of a sudden BUCKETS of pee start pooring out the side (SHOOT).
My dad is oblivious.
I am choking i'm laughing so hard
Brent is trying to keep it together.
My dad's response was, 'Wow, Audrey you are so wet.'
(My dad is SOAKED!)

I am actually unsure if my dad ever realized that the 'pool water' was actually urine. He scurried off to work in his office right after and Brent and I didn't regain composure until after so it'll be our little secret.

Oh Audrey, you made one of the most stressful days of the years hilarious! Thank you for brightening our Fathers Day by making us giggle and forget about the stress and mayhem.

The First (hopefully the last)

Audrey has fallen, crashed, banged and smashed. This is the life with a lovely one year old.
Her first split lip brought tears to my eyes (not hers...come on she's way to tuff)
Her first skinned knee made me sad (she kept running)

Well today...it was my fault.
It was the first time it was my fault
I pray it is the last time it is my fault.
Gasp.

As I went to grab Audrey's hand I missed. She dodged me. I scratched her. No big deal right? Man, I scratched her right under her eye. It swelled up and puffed up. She looked at me with these big sad eyes. Oh man, heartbroken.

I went to go see Brent's dad. His reaction "Wow, Audrey got a black eye?"
sniff sniff "no, its a scratch and its just puffy because it just happened and I did it."
Nothing is worse then hurting your own child. I know i'm pregnant and over reacting but man oh man it just kills me.

All I want in life is to protect her. I look down at my legs. Every scar has a story. I know that she needs to fall and make mistakes but I just pray that this is the last time that I am the cause of any sort of pain that comes to her.

Cringe (teenage years) Cringe.
I'm so not ready for a teenage girl. Thank goodness for 365 days in every year because I am going to need each one to get me ready.

A Fresh Start

I took a break from the blogging world. Life had become mayhem and it was just something I no longer had any time for sadly. I am happy to say I am back and will try not to take a break again.

Here I am sitting on the couch eating a frozen pudding cup with my spoon and thinking about how I can recap the last three months in one post. (YES, I'M EATING. THAT ALONE IS BEAUTIFUL!)

I am 26 weeks pregnant. (14 weeks to go!)
I spent from about week 6-17 dieing a slow miserable death.
IV's, hospitalization, isolation, blood tests, poking, prodding, trying new medicines, allergic reactions, wonderful doctors, horrid doctors, incredible nurses, nasty nurses. I feel like i've been through it all (TWICE).

I am still on ondanstron (every 4 hours) and still throwing up, still feeling vile every second of everyday but man I am SO good at faking it. My patience is super low because I spend so much time faking being 'good' and trying to think of other people. I just don't want to be the complainer. Sometimes I lay in bed and really think to myself. 'was that person always that irritating?' I usually ask Brent and he usually thinks they are irritating as well ha ha so it really doesn't help. I'm pregnant and irritated by everyone...but Brent and Audrey. I would think since I see them all the time they would irritate me but they don't. Not even one bit, not even at all. Watch out world. I am woman-hear me roar!

So were am I at?
Physically I am doing better then before but I am still not doing very well
Emotionally I am absolutly defeated. My heart is on overload and I just wish I could be a boy and compartmentalize it all.
Spiritually me and God have seen better days but I count my blessings and know that going through all of this twice has brought me closer to Him as He is all I could rely on. He was my only light in my dark times. He was the one that I praise in good times and bad.

Today is June 14.
Today I am a wife to an incredible man who has been there honestly through the good and bad and seen me at my best and my absolute worst. He is my best friend and the only person I could imagine sharing this lifes journey with.
I am a mother to a beautiful one year old girl who capivates me and shows me how to truly enjoy life to the fullest.
Okay, i'll let it out...i'm also going to be the mother to a ....shoot. I just can't do it. I'll save it for another post. Perhaps tomorrow.

Thank you to all of you that prayed for me, my family and supported us through this hard time. I feel so blessed to have many of you in my life.