PSF I've Got a Secret....

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February 2005. I am sitting in our "Formal" living room in Alamogordo, NM. Alone.
With HUGE news that I couldn't share with anyone. So I captured the moment, to share later.


Maybe the next photo will shed a little more light....

We had orders to move to England and were in the giddiness period of planning all the things we'd do and see -- with our four children, the last now house broken and more independent.
The Hubby decides that it is absolutely the time to visit the snip doctor, "I can just see us getting over there, you getting pregnant and then not getting to see England".

His timing never has been stellar.

I had this crazy dream. I woke up, shook it off and went back to sleep. I had it again. This time when I woke up, I knew I was pregnant. And knew she was a girl.

The Hubby also said, a few times in the past, that I "always tell (him) about the babies too early" (and as long as I live, I will never understand that comment-- it's your child, you want me to tell you when I'm screaming in the delivery room?), so I didn't tell him.

I took two tests. I went to the base clinic for a third, a blood test. And then I sat. and waited. He's lucky I was about to burst and gave him the news on Feb. 14th.
My next choice was April Fool's Day.

After a few minutes of hysterics (he thought I was telling him the funniest joke I had ever played), he asked me "Are you ok with this?".
I was. I was giddy. A new baby to add to our lives.

What did we ever do to receive so many blessings?

And today, as this little blessing has ripped apart two books; dumped out an entire box of packing peanuts; stepped in and then sat in dog poo just before we had to leave to see A2 get an award at school; destroyed the morning breakfast table that I am STILL trying to get cleaned up and is currently wrestling me for the keyboard,

I am trying to remember that joy.

The joys of school holi-daze & babies, babies everywhere

Joy 1: My living room is covered in Geo trax.
Joy 2: We're living off of frozen pizza and popcorn.
Joy 3: If I see another football game (soccer) I'll scream (the best thing is J2 has recorded games, Best Goals of the Season, etc..., so we NEVER run out of football).
Joy 4: "I'm bored" is the favorite phrase for kids who have changed clothes nine times.
Joy 5: My laundry room has never been so busy. I hate snow now.
Joy 6: My skin is as pimply as a hormonally challenged teenager (would someone throw this Easter candy out before I explode?).

Joy 7: I LIVE FOR YOUR COMMENTS! PLEAASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME.
Ahem, sorry about that.

The contest is moving along nicely. Remember, if you have entered a photo caption or Scavenger Hunt answers, I am not posting the comments until the contest closes. If you've entered by leaving a comment on a March post, it should be up and your name has been entered.

I am using this posting downtime to catch up on my blog reading and...
I'm having a baby!

Those of you who just choked on your Dr. Pepper because you know me in the real world and specifically remember my husband sitting around with a bag of frozen peas while I supervised our move, calm down.

It's a blog baby. I finally have an idea for a blog other than whinging. I have been so impressed with all of the people who seem to have a purpose in writing and have something they stand for and for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything that I feel strongly about. Really. I would suck as a juror:

Prosecution: "..so I think you'll agree with me that the only thing to do is to find Mr. Slimybottom guilty."
Me: "Yeah, you horrible, awful person. There's no salvaging you. I spit on you".
Defense: "... and with that highly questionable evidence, I'm sure you can all agree with me that Mr. Slimybottom has been accused of a crime he couldn't possibly have committed, being such a pillar of the community."
Me: "Yeah, that's terrible. That poor man. I can't believe he and his family had to go through this!"

I bend with the wind, broth-ah.

So with a lot of self-reflection (self-indulgence?) a baby has begun to grow in my head.

Maybe I should get a baby counter for my blog--although my brother, who scans my blog at best, could have a heart attack.

I can't wait for delivery!!