*Sigh*

...but sometimes I wish that people would see all that I do for EVERYONE around me, throw in the fact that I am pregnant and say, "here, have a seat," or "let me get that for you," or "I thought about you today, here are some flowers." I don't do what I do for recognition because there is none but dammit I AM PREGNANT!  I want to sit and rub my belly and think about my baby but I have this person in my ear every ten seconds telling me what I am supposed to do, or I have a hungry child here or someone that needs tending to, but no one tends to me the way I tend to them.  When does that change? Am I gonna have to pass out for people to know that I am working at full speed and juggling a myriad of things, please don't tip my plate by adding extra to it. If I could have a perfect day, I would wake up and take the kids to school, go to the nail salon, Van's Nails and get a mani/pedi and eyebrow wax.  Then I would head over to Natural Trend Setters and get my hair washed and twisted. Finally, I would stop at DSW and get some shoes and Ross/Marshalls to get something to put on.  I would come home and make dinner and just be so relaxed. Won't be happening no time soon. *sigh*

Pregnant and Hormonal

So, I am pregnant. I found out on May 19, 2012, the day that a good friend of mine and really sweet soul Lenora passed away. I think I knew anyway because of all the changes my mind and body were going through.  My husband Nick and I were preparing for our son's First Holy Communion reception the nest day so we went to my favorite store, Dollar Tree to get the supplies cause honey Party City ain't what's what anymore. La Dollar was cheaper and had everything we needed for about $10.(I still got the balloons from Party City because they had an amazing deal so I will give them their props and a link.) Can't beat that with a bat. So anyway, Nick picked up three pregnancy tests and as soon as we got home I took one. I was nervous and excited and when I saw that second line appear I was over the moon!  We hadn't been getting a long that day for the most part so this news really brought us together.

Our son Omari has been an only child since 11/11/02.  I have been pregnant before and I lost that child.  I didn't think I would have another and my mind has been so back-and-forth over if I really wanted another child.  This world scares me.  I am already an extremely over-protective mother so for me to do this again. . .will be a piece of cake, or maybe a cup of vinegar. Who knows? What I do know is that I am excited about this time in my life.  I look forward to carrying a child that was made in love.  I am more cautious about what I put in my body.  I am not willing to sacrifice his/her health over my selfish wants.  I am drinking that water and I am taking those pills.  I am trying to stay drama free.  I will admit that I am easily agitated. Always have been and even more so now but I am pregnant and folks gotta deal with it or get from 'round me. Overall I have a great group of friends, "The Usual Suspects," who know my attitude and personality.  My bestie gave me a scalp rub and scratch. I think we go together now! LOL! PAUSE! LOL! But really I am trying to bring that attitude down to 5 at least.

We decided to wait until delivery to find out our baby's gender. I have no preferences.  It may sound trite but I just want a healthy baby. I have witnessed the highs and lows of dealing with an unhealthy baby and it's depressing and devastating. I have health issues myself but surprisingly in these 4 weeks I have not had any issues, PRAISE GOD! I love the way I can relate to boys. My son and I are ridiculously close.  I would love to have a daughter and prove that mother/daughter relationships can work.  Either way, I am good.  

I have a host of mommies giving me advice like I am new to this! LOL!  I am a vet!  LOL! But seriously, I am taking all advice given in love.  I have a lot of mother-figures and I really respect them so when they talk, I listen.

Up to week four, so far so good.  My boobs itch a little, my uterus is contracting and is quite painful.  Nothing a couple Tylenol won't cure.I can't get enough sleep and as I stated before, my patience is on zero. If God grants me another day I am going to try to do better.  In the meanwhile . . .

Sing for them Yolanda!