21 months, 10 weeks, and other things

• Last thursday, D'Laney hit 21 months. That's 3/4 of her second year! I can't believe that in 3 months she'll be 2 years old, way beyond being a baby. She talks constantly, and we actually understand about a third of what she says. We can usually catch the drift of what she means, even if we can't understand each and every word. She has taken up singing again, and has decided that dancing isn't as much fun as it used to be. She still loves to watch "memu" (Nemo) and gets to often when I'm not feeling well. We get hugs and kisses all day long and D'Laney doesn't care if we're paying attention or not. She'll walk up behind us and hug our legs and kiss them. She's even more affectionate with her baby dolls, which is encouraging. She's ready to potty train, but I'm not. Not that I have any emotional hangups about it, I'm so ready for her to be out of diapers, but potty training takes more energy and attention than I have to give to it right now, so I'm trying to put it off until the second trimester.
• Speaking of the second trimester, I'm only 2 weeks away! I know that the day I hit 12 weeks, all this yuckiness isn't going to magically disappear, but I'm hoping it eases up a little. I still have more sick days than well days, but it's starting to even out. My sick days are really sick though. Yesterday was probably my worst one to date, but today I feel pretty good so far. I was even able to eat some toast and have a glass of milk without feeling like it was coming right back up. The baby is really growing right now, my stomach is really sore. I can't wear my regular pants anymore, and even my loose tshirts are tight on my tummy. I feel like I look about 4 or 5 months, not just under 3. But oh well, I carried early and large with D'Laney, too. We have an appointment on monday where we should hear the heartbeat. I'm hoping that will cement it a little more in my mind that I am indeed pregnant. I don't know what the problem is, I just still don't feel it. I mean, I very much physically feel it, but like Cameron said the other day, it's like we're just telling this big lie. Maybe when we hear the heart beat, or when we know if it's a boy or a girl. That appointment is still 2 months away.
• We've been traveling the last couple weeks watching Landon in the playoffs. They should play here in midland this weekend, but we'll have to go to angelo on friday for Landon's graduation.
• The oilfield is so slow. We're not struggling yet, but if things keep going much longer the way they are, we will be. We've decided to sell our house now, while the market is still pretty good and while we have some time before we have to sell it. We're still working out exactly where we'll go and what we'll do afterwards, but we've got some things in the works that look like they'll work out pretty good (and may even get us out of the oilfield, yay!) Please keep us in your prayers. Change is always stressful, and trying to get things figured out and settled before the baby comes is adding to that a lot. We're pretty confident and even a little excited about these possible changes, but never the less, prayers are always helpful. And if anyone is looking for a house in the midland area, we've got a great one!

MA!!!!

I should be using the time that D'Laney is napping to get some rest myself, but I'm sick of looking at my super negative previous post. That was a bad day, I shouldn't have gone on and on like I did. Here's a little of what we've been up to the last few days.

• Not much.
• Lol, really, we don't do anything. I try to keep D'Laney occupied from my perch on the couch. She has watched way too many videos that last few weeks, and we've done lunch off of tv trays because the smells of my kitchen make me sick.
• We did make it out of the house on Saturday and drove to Angelo to watch Landon play. He's in the playoffs for the 4th straight year, and last year they made it to the state tourney, so they've got high expectations this year. Since he's a senior, I'm going to try to make it out to all the games, since each one has the potential to be his last, in high school anyway. He plays in Abilene tonight, so D'Laney and I are going to leave early this afternoon and mosey over that way. We'll stay with my parents tonight. It's a little out of the way, but I'd rather drive a little less than an hour tonight and then 2 hours tomorrow, than over 2 hours tonight and getting home at 1 or 2 in the morning.
• Cameron flew out yesterday morning to go fishing in the Gulf with some college buddies of his. He'll be back Wed. night.
• D'Laney was finally saying momma... for a few days. She has since decided that two syllables is too much to say and has shortened it to just Ma. And she screams it. She'll walk around the house yelling at the top of her lungs "Ma!" Cameron says she needs a wife beater with a gold chain and a Jersey accent. She has also begun shrugging her shoulders and saying "I don't know." Where's your paci..."I don't know." Do you want some juice..."I don't know." Are you going to have a baby boy or a baby girl..."I don't know." At least that one she's answering correctly. Cameron patted my belly the other night and said baby, so now she's doing it. I'm kinda scared she'll start doing that to everyone and that could be embarrassing.
• I broke out the maternity box last night. I can still wear my regular pants, but I don't have any capris or summer pants that aren't maternity, so I'll probably go ahead and start wearing them. And I'm more than filling out maternity tops. I might as well start wearing them all now. All I have are summer clothes, so I'll have to buy some more when the weather tuns cold in the fall, and I want to get my money out of these now.

See? Not much. Hope everyone has a great week!

Warning: LOTS of complaining ahead!

I hate being pregnant. It totally sucks! I know there are lots of women who love being pregnant, who are never sick or uncomfortable and feel better than they ever have, and I'm really happy for them. I'm just not one of them. I love being a mother, and going through all this crap is a trillion% worth it, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it, and I'm not one to fake it and say, oh, I don't mind it too much. I do mind it, I hate it, and the only good thing about it is there is a complete cure... delivery. I'd rather go through the first month of infancy for 9 months in a row than through pregnancy again. But it's a necessary evil, like taxes, and I just have to bare down and make it through. But not without totally ranting about it first:)

Reasons I hate being pregnant:

• Morning, mid-morning, noon, afternoon, late afternoon, evening, night, and late-night sickness. If it was just throwing up, it wouldn't be so bad. When I was so sick with D'Laney, I wasn't nauseous like this, I just puked a lot. Now, I can't move without losing my balance and then my lunch. Smells set me off, sounds set me off, just the thought of some things makes me want to hurl. What sucks is that I haven't really thrown up that much, even though that's exactly what would make me feel better.
• I'm exhausted. I'm used to being tired most of the time, that's one of the biggest side effects from my allergies, but this kind of tired is completely foreign to me. There have been nights that I've gotten between 10-12 hours of sleep, and it's still not enough. I know that chasing D'Laney all day has a lot to do with it, but she's pretty low maintenance most of the time.
• Drinking water. I hate water, but I'm forcing myself to drink more of it. I was in the hospital for several days at around 6 months last time with a massive kidney infection, and I do not want to go through that again. However, no matter how much water I drink, I still feel like I'm just one coke away from another kidney infection. I can actually feel my kidney's struggling to work right. I guess I should go ahead and take the medicine the doc gave me for that.
• Speaking of coke... *sigh* I miss coke. Coke and I have a love affair that few experience in their life, and I'm on restrictions. I can still drink it, thank goodness or I'd have some serious withdraws, but I can't have more than one or two glasses or cans a day. It makes me so sad.
• I'm already showing. This really isn't such a bad thing. I still had some leftover baby belly from D'Laney, so I did have a head start, but my sister assured me this weekend that it's definitely baby bump she saw. What sucks is that even when I was really skinny, I have a very sunken belly button, and with the baby bump plus the layer of blubber, it's like a cave in the middle of my midsection. I actually put a cotton ball in there and covered it with a band aid the other day, and it smoothed it right out. I'll probably do that until I pop. Isn't it funny what you become insecure about?
• Apparently my body was much more excited about being pregnant than I was, because it's rushing to get back to the state it was in. My boobs are huge already, like seriously, a whole cup size in about a month, and the belly's already out there. All this means is that I can't lay on my tummy anymore. I have a very difficult time getting comfy in bed any other way.
• My stomach already aches. The baby goes through growth spurts in utero just like in childhood, and I remember every time D'Laney would have one, my stomach would be sore from the sudden growth. It feels like that all the time now. Maybe this baby is just having one long growth spurt, which kinda scares me, knowing the size of my last baby.
• My emotions are crazy! I pride myself on being a very non-emotional person, that's my dad in me, but I can't keep from bawling like a big ol' baby these days! About everything from a commercial on TV or a simple conversation with my husband to a very minor milestone for D'Laney. She has begun to string two words together, simple "Bye, Daddy!" or "more, please" or "no, thank you." Not a huge deal right? Wrong when you're crazy like me! I start crying every time she does it. I am super proud of her for using manners without being prompted anymore, but is that reason to cry so much I give myself a headache? And poor Cameron, he is soooo not used to this side of me. He kinda keeps a bewildered look on his face most of the time.
• But I do love that man. He has been so sweet. He still has to leave the room when I vomit, but he's always asking what I can do for me or if there's anything he can get me. Most of the time, all I really need him to do is keep D'Laney occupied and away from me when I'm feeling really bad, and he loves to do that. It's a very good thing those two are so attached to each other, because in a few months, all they'll have is each other. Not completely, but, yeah, pretty much completely.

I shouldn't complain so much, there are women who have much worse pregnancies, and there are women who can't get pregnant at all. I do thank God each and everyday for blessing us with another child, I'm just ready to be through growing this child. And I don't have to keep reminding myself what the end result will be, I get to watch her play and sing and dance and love on me every single minute of everyday. I just have to think of it in terms that I relate too: football. This is just the two-a-days in August. The throwing up, the dizziness, the being so tired you can't stand, all that will give way to the good stuff, the games. And I do love the game!!!

catching up on videos

Be sure and check out the picture post below!

Learning to wink!

D'Laney had one Wall football and one Iraan football. We're not pressing our prejudices on her just yet!

Cameron's aunt Neva got a new boxer puppy name Annie. She is so sweet and of course D'Laney just loves her! I keep telling Cameron we need to get that girl a puppy, although it might not be such a good idea now.

Hunting eggs at easter. She really got the hang of it. This is just a snippet of the whole video I took.

just for you, Lucas

My brother informs me that I need to update my blog. Things must be really slow at Angelo Pellets! All he (and probably everyone else for that matter) really wants are pictures of "the bug" as he likes to call her. So here's some pics from the get-together at the Grigsby's, playing at the park with daddy, the shiner she got from a fall, and just some random cuteness.

It was so strange having the biggest kid there!

She loves her baby cousins! Eli's not really sure what to think about her, though!

She wouldn't stay in one place long enough to get any other pictures at the park.

This was after a couple days, and is much much better than I thought it would look. You can't even see the black eye as much as the scrape where she actually hit.

There is absolutely no point to this video except that D'Laney actually tolerated a bow. Her little hounds tooth bow matched her shoes, she looked so cute!