Sloth.

That is what I feel like I have become. Slow movements. Slow thinking. Slow everything. Standing on my feet at work for 8 hours drains every ounce of energy I can possibly muster up. Nausea all day, almost every day. The past week or so especially, has been hell. Maybe now that Christmas is over, people won't be so mean. The reason why I hate that holiday....it makes people act stupid.

Aside from my crabbiness, we did have a good holiday. Luke Duke loaded up on goodies. Mom got a Wii. Dad got things for tool organization and a rotisserie for the grill. (Which he used to cook the ham on Sunday!)

We're also in the process of possibly buying a vehicle. My clunker Acura has just about gone as far as it's willing to take us. Now, I get to worry over another car payment and insurance. Payment isn't so bad...insurance is ridiculous. It's an '07 Jeep Liberty. But it is an SUV. Compared to the (maybe) $200 every 6 months for liability on the Acura, I'm pretty sure anything it going to seem outrageous to me. But $800 a year?! Sheesh. I've always made monthly payments for my auto insurance. My husband pays twice a year. And is so proud of all his discounts. We'll see what happens when that $400 is due.

I am not kidding when I say I've been crabby. I could seriously scream at the world right now. (Not to mention the terrible hair cut Luke Duke received today, buy someone OTHER than me.)
I try not to let things stress me out, but my body knows otherwise and it is seriously feeling the repercussions right now.

2nd time around is tough.

As in, my second pregnancy is pretty rough on me. Zero energy, extremely sleepy, and constant nausea. The smell (or sight. Or thought, even) of certain foods makes my stomach turn.

The store I work in has a small deli, that sells pizza's, wings, etc., and my days there are long and sickening. Between the smells of the food, customers' cologne/perfume, cleaners and such, I have to make many trips outside to get some air.

While I have still been fortunate enough to not have to hug the toilet, the constant queasiness really does wipe me out.

Add in to all this, a nasty head cold.

We have not been to the doctor yet. We did actually go to an appointment last week, however, the nurse would not let my husband join me for whatever class the Army thinks that I need, so I flipped out and we left. She was very rude from the second she called our name (pronouncing it wrong, btw. How people manage to say "Kisser" for "Kiser", I'll never know. Even a college education can't correct that one, apparently.)

So, I filled out paperwork to be able to receive my medical care off post, but I am not sure that it will be approved. They usually only do that when a clinic is full (which was the reason my husband couldn't join me, there wasn't enough room. Hell-O?? I can't get knocked up on my own, people. How are you not going to consider the father being with the mother, ESPECIALLY since he is NOT deployed??)

I was infuriated. My poor husband could only look at me and say "What ever you want to do, Hunny." Bless him for picking his battles.
I refuse to go through any part of this process without him. He is here, WANTS to be here, and has every right to do so in my book.

So frustrating. I know I need to choose my words carefully on this, but seriously. Why does everything have to be SO difficult??

Anyway, if my claim does get denied, I will be forced to remain a patient on-post. We'll see what happens this week, I guess.

Some BIG news.

Yep. It's official.

This is one of two home tests that were taken on Monday. I then went to the lab on-post for bloodwork to confirm.

I am excited. Nervous. Anxious.

I can't wait to have a little tiny baby in my arms again. I am so looking forward to my husband being able to experience this wonderful journey from the beginning. He was deployed when Lucas was born and didn't get to meet him until he was 8 months old.

 He didn't get to experience the tiny newborn wonder. 

The feeling of being afraid to hold him a certain way, for fear of hurting him.

The instant, head over heels, undying love for this tiny little creature.

He gets to be here for the doctor appointments.

The ultrasounds. I'm so excited to see his face for those!

The growing belly and boobs. (What husband isn't excited for those?!)

The gumpy, moody woman that is his wife.

Helping me shave my legs when I can no longer see anything other than my feet and ankles.

I can't wait to see his face when he meets our new little addition.

To watch how this part of life will absolutely melt his heart and change him forever. 

And most of all, I can't imagine sharing this part of life with anyone else.

Happy birthday little man!!

 Our little guy is two. Wow!

Hard to believe that much time has gone by. Just yesterday, he was little bitty.

Not really. But it sure seems that way.

I decided to make him a Thomas cake from scratch. (Serious.) I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I have never baked a cake before, other than open box, add milk and eggs, stir, pour.

It really wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. And I am SUPER glad I did this for him.

 

I followed this recipe. It was delish. The first marble cake recipe I tried from All Recipes was terrible. It was heavy, tasted flour-y, and just not good. So it got trashed.

Once I figured out the cake mix, I had to figure out how in the world I was gonna get Thomas on there. I ended up free-handing it all. Just the decoration alone took me two long hours.

All worth it though. Even though he won't remember it, he will have these photos to look back on.

My guys are my life. xo

-mk



Crazy. Busy. Life

So, I have been MIA for a while. My sewing machine has been covered and put away for a couple weeks now, and I HATE that. I've started the new job with a different company and am now getting full-time hours...which is good for our income. Bad for my creativity. My week of training was a 6am-2pm schedule, but now it seems, I'll be working afternoon/evening shifts. Yuck.


Brian will be going on leave after this week, too, so it will really stink not being able to spend time with he and Lucas.

I really need to get started on Christmas gifts. I haven't completed (or even started ANY gifts, other than my MIL's.) Speaking of MIL...she is visiting next week. I have A LOT to do to get this house in order. Our office/guest room/military supply closet is packed full of craziness. Papers to be filed, Army stuff all over the bed and floor, and a phone wire strung across the room because our phone has been out for weeks now. (I have NO problem stating that I highly dislike our cable/internet/phone provider. Guess I shouldn't mention any names since this is public and all. I do know that most of my friends and acquaintances feel the same!)

We have our tree and decorations up, inside and out. I love how a husband and a son have made this time of year so much more special for me!

We also celebrated our son's 2nd Birthday this past weekend. Hard to believe he has grown so much. I made a Thomas the Train sheet cake (from scratch, mind you!). That task took me ALL day. There will be an update on that later on.

I also have some other news to share, but that will also come in the next few weeks!