Flash Back Friday

I like to whine a lot when I feel less than stellar. (because I am a Diva, that's why) This can sometimes prevent sympathy when I am really sick. (I am so the little girl who cried barf) Since the sperm and egg met and created the half-devil, half-beast which we call "Sarah", I have been sick a lot. I became hypoglycemic during my pregnancy and apparently the disease felt I was an exceptional host, and stuck around even after expelling the Diva from my womb.

I was sick during my entire pregnancy. Around week 19 I thought, "I think this might stick for the duration". I proceeded to let my doctor medicate me with anything she was willing to write on her magic script pad.

I started feeling ill last night, and it quickly progressed into a full fledged migraine along with a healthy side of nausea. I can't help remembering exactly two years ago, when I was 12 weeks pregnant with Sarah, feeling the exact same way. Sleeping didn't really make much difference. What I really want is another of those magic pills from my doctor.

I know I have mentioned the slight aching in my womb before, but after a shopping trip the other day I realized I really don't want any more children. Again, Rebecca-good, Sarah-devil. I know you should not pick favorites with your children, but Rebecca is definitely winning "favorite child to take shopping". (insert obligitory I love them both equally, they are precious gifts, etc here)

I have determined when it is time to take my Diva's wedding dress shopping it will go a little something like this:


Picture me, 25 plus years from now gazing adoringly at my lovely grown Diva...
"Rebecca, would you prefer we fly to Milan or Paris to gown shop?" "Why yes Rebecca, I would love to watch you try on another thirty gowns!" "No, we really should spend at least four days searching for the right pantyhose, it really doesn't matter if no one sees them, you will know!" etc, etc...

Picture me 26 plus years from now yelling at my other lovely grown Diva...
"Sarah, you are taking too long... I am hungry, I am bored, I am tired, I want to go home!!! Get me a cookie, Get me a nap!!!! Shop on your own time!!!!"

That's my plan and I am sticking to it. It really makes me rethink the whole "maybe I should have another kid for the great drugs" theory.

Hey Angelina-That's a lot of babies

I just realized I currently have eleven friends who are pregnant. That's like a basketball team or something in the making. Or, Angelina and Brad's family. (I am not so good with the sports analogies, but do love my celebrity gossip)

I went to a Baby Boutique in Franklin yesterday to buy a gift for one of my bulbous-bellied friends and had a slight twinge in my stomach. Cute little blankets, stuffed animals, pacifiers, and cribs beckoned me from every corner. I wanted to scoop up the whole lot and take it home with me.

Luckily, I had the Divas with me to give me a healthy reality check. Sarah started in with her half-cry, half-yell that made me rush through the store. Rebecca started telling me how much she "needed" a stuffed pink pig. (I guess the hundred or so stuffed animals that have already taken residence in our house are not enough)

I pushed my semi-truck equivalent stroller out of there as fast as I could. As I rounded the corner, I saw the "dirty secret" area. Tucked away from the glitter and fluff were the real nuts and bolts of babyhood. Breast pumps, nothing glamorous about those! Nipple shields and creams (sexy!!), medicine dispensers, emergency kits, safety devices, child-proofing kits.... all the things new moms need, but no one wants to buy.

I decided to order a Costco pallet of hemorrhoid cream for each mother and an industial size bottle of Benadryl for each baby. Gifts that I KNOW will get used! ;O)

Amanda, what have you been up to?

Well, I am glad you asked! I have been busy!!!

Sarah is continuing to try to crawl back into my womb, so we have been sticking pretty close to home during the week. I foolishly took both divas to Publix with me on Friday. If you need a clear cut example of how different my divas are- take them shopping. Rebecca has always loved shopping. She will talk to you, look at things, eat her snack, easy-peasy. Sarah screams. No, really, that's about it. I gave her a cookie, and that suppressed the screaming for about 3 minutes.

K and I drove to St.Louis early Saturday morning. I spent the evening with a silly grin on my face watching Joel McHale's comedic genius on stage. I have joked for years that he is my boyfriend. Even Bob is in on the joke. He got me the tickets for Christmas, and said if I could get Joel to sleep with me that would be my birthday present. Unfortunately, I will be getting a regular present this year.

We came home Sunday, and now it's back to reality. I have had a tummy ache since Monday... I am beginning to question the meat residing in my freezer. Our power went out for two hours on Wednesday during a bad wind storm, and I am wondering if things in the freezer got too warm.

Oh, yeah, speaking of the power going out, this is how those two hours went:
Rebecca, "Mom, Sarah broke the t.v."
Me, "No she didn't the power's out"
Rebecca, "Mom, Sarah broke the lights"
Me, "No she didn't the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"
Rebecca, "Can we watch t.v. now?"
Me, "No the power's out"

V-day

When I was sixteen I went to work for a florist for a summer job. It was a pretty neat job, much dirtier than I expected, but taught me quite a bit about flowers and floral design. I stayed for five years. :O)

When Valentine's Day approaches I get these "Nam-like Flashbacks" of my days at the florist. Most of the year it was pretty laid back.... but Valentine's and Mother's Days and the weeks leading up to them were horrible. We were so busy- new orders, more shipments, etc. I won't bore you with the details.

My then-boyfriend would never buy me flowers. His reasoning was I was exposed to them all of the time, why would I want them at home? He must have failed to notice that I bought fresh flowers for my house every week. My reasoning is he was a cheap bastard... but that's another post.

I don't really got "in" to Valentine's Day. I think it is cute when kids give one another Valentine's, but that is about the extent of it. I may cut the kids pancakes into heart shapes or something, but that's about all.

4 year plan

"Where do you see yourself in five years?"
I was once asked that cliched question by an interviewer for a job I only sort of wanted. (Finance dept at Ford... if you are interested) My answer, "sitting at your desk, doing your job, only not asking stupid questions". Surprise! I didn't get the job...
I had loads of friends/acquaintances in college who loved to ramble on about five year plans. Some were complete with spread sheets and Power Point Presentations. I never cared. Maybe it is my ADHD at work, but I barely had a five minute plan, let alone years!

So here I am, five years from some point. Last Thursday was four years from the day I was married. Did I imagine that in four years I would be a SAHM with two little divas? Not really. I always thought I would have kids....someday...

I really don't have a five year plan or a four year plan at the moment, and probably never will. Wait, I take that back... in four years I will have two divas who are in elementary school.... who-hoo! Mark my words, first day of school 2012... party at my casa!