Here I am

Taylor with her new buddy Caden. She is not back-handing him, despite the looks of it! :)


Well I can FINALLY say that I am starting to actually enjoy life here a little more. After a rough few months in a new place, with a new baby and no friends, I have finally met a couple people I really like and get along with! Let me tell you, I am breathing a huge sigh of relief.

I've described the act of meeting new moms like going out on a lot of first dates. You meet someone you think you'll like, you make plans to get together, you make small talk and try and get to know the basics, you crash and burn somewhere in there and you never speak to the person again. OR you meet someone you like, hang out a few times, decide the person bugs the crap out of you but you continue hanging out with them because you're desperate. You know you can do better, but desperate times call for desperate measures. After an exceptionally awkward "date," you decide you won't call them anymore but then you're sitting there, lonely, you're husband's at work, you get crazy and desperate again and you call them and ask them over. It's just as awkward and weird as the previous meeting and this time you truly decide to cut off the weirdo. The unfortunate part is, that you've roped them in already. They keep calling and then you need to cut them off cold turkey and you look like a bitch. Yep. Just like dating without the pressure of sex.

So, I can say that I am truly relieved to have met some women who I really like and get along with. People I look forward to calling and seeing. People who are NOT totally lame. It's fantastic and makes Scott AFB look a lot less awful than before!

We had a good day today. Nothing too crazy. Big shocker. I got my flu shot. Kids napped. I wrote out a bunch of Christmas cards. Met my friend, Valerie, for coffee at Starbucks. Walked around the mall to kill a little time. Kids are in bed. Chad is at work. I am drinking my Bailey's and eating a delicious turkey sandwich. May not sound like much, but it's not a shabby life. It's one of those days I feel thankful for all the small things.

OH Christmas tree!

Here it is! In all it's glory. Our first real Christmas tree in a really, really long time...and I did most of it all by myself. Yeah me. Chad was at work so I took the girl's to the officer's club where the USO was handing out 300 trees. I stood in line with them for an hour but we finally got it. Haylie's thrilled, Taylor could care less and I love the smell...the needles, I could live without. Fun way to spend the evening. Notice the cluster of ornaments on the lower left hand side...that would be Haylie's doing. She likes to remove them, play with them and then put them all back in basically the same area. I love this time of year!

Non-blogger

I had a moment today at MOPS. We were sitting there designing Christmas cards for troops overseas and we randomly started talking about blogging. After our discussion it dawned on me that I have a blog that I never blog on...which is what brings me back here. Surprisingly I remembered my web address and password.

I'm always that person to start things and never finishes them...like Haylie's baby book that I started scrapbooking, numerous knit scarves, a stocking that I actually had my mom finish and my blog (to name a few). I don't want to be that person anymore! I want to try and finish things that I start and follow through more. So I am back and I'm going to be the baddest blogger on this side of the tracks. Well probably not the baddest. I'll settle for average...for now.

Time goes by so fast. I can't believe Taylor is 7 months old today and Haylie's 4th birthday is right around the corner. I need to start writing this stuff down so I don't forget all the details. So here I am...starting fresh. It's my New Year's resolution before the New Year. Boo-yah.

Let's try this again....

Well this is my second attempt at blogging. My first attempt lasted about a week and then I quit. I kind of wish I would have started this up again sooner into this pregnancy, but what can I say? It's too late now...so I'll play catch-up.

I am currently 25 weeks pregnant with this little bundle. It's been a pretty good pregnancy considering all the troubles I could be having. It's actually the BEST pregnancy I've had to date...which isn't saying a ton, but I'll take what I can get! Sure, I had all the morning sickness and pukiness and it lasted for quite a while...but all that is minor when you take in the big picture!

I was right around 13 weeks when I got my cerclage put in. It was the day before Thanksgiving. I was terrified the night before. I didn't know what to expect and the surgery wasn't scheduled until late in the afternoon so I had all morning to sit around and think of how horrible it would be. When we got there and they got my epidural in, I finally started to relax a little bit. I knew I was in good hands and the staff was amazing. Well as far as a cerclage goes, I'd have to say it went pretty well. It was uber uncomfortable and super awkward....my legs were seriously hanging in stirrups from the ceiling while I lay spread eagle on the operating table with my arms velcroed down...I guess I didn't really care at that point!! I just wanted them to get it done! While I was laying in this compromising position and I have 3 people between my legs, the anesthesiologist asks me if this is going to be my last one...I had to laugh at that! I told him to take a look at me and tell me what he thought...he guessed correctly! I healed up very quickly and really have had NO problems with it thus far...knock on wood!

I haven't had any emergency room visits YET, am still off of bedrest and am able to do almost everything I normally do (minus vacuuming, grocery shopping, exercising and lifting anything over 15 pounds)...so I am trying to enjoy the rest of the pregnancy as much as possible. I still get days where I am highly paranoid and think every little twinge is something going wrong, but for the most part, I'm doing well. I'm hanging in there and I only have 9 weeks left to go. This little baby is going to be one tough cookie.