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All around the country, people are excited about getting an extra weekend hour. Let me break down for you how DST works for parents of small children.

In the spring, time moves forward an hour. That means that the kids’ internal clock allows for them to sleep an hour later. That is all well and good, unless you actually have places to go in the morning which I’m betting upwards of 80% of us do. So then you just get to wake a sleeping kid (THE HORROR) and have a sleepy, grumpy, uncooperative hot mess on your hands all morning. This also means that at nighttime, they want to stay up an hour later. LOSE – LOSE SITUATION

In the fall, time falls back an hour. That means that the clock said five AM this morning when my toddler woke up instead of the usual, and already intolerable, six AM. So in reality I end up feeling like I’ve LOST an hour of sleep instead of gained one. The only real win for me in DST is that tonight when their little clocks tell them it is time to sleep, I will get an extra hour to fiddle around on the internet.

So, what did I do with my extra hour this morning? Well, I cleaned up after the cat threw up about four times. I broke up half a dozen extra arguments between the kids. I did an extra load of laundry. And, I wrote this blog post. That’s something I suppose.

This post was originally written on July 29

 

So here I am, like 35 seconds pregnant and already I can feel the onset of all the annoying pregnancy maladies. Have I mentioned I am HORRID at enjoying pregnancy? I love babies like… what is better than babies? However, I just despise the ordeal of pregnancy. If you are one of those glow-y types that just loooves being pregnant then go on and go away.

 

My back hurts, my nose is already stuffy, I feel like somebody kicked me in the babymaker with some steel toed boots, exhaustion overwhelms me throughout the day and I have to pee every fifteen minutes. Boy am I going to be a bucket of giggles 30 weeks from now. And of course there is the morning sickness. Except it isn’t so much in the mornings but when I try to go to sleep at night. Nothing spurs a good night sleep like nausea.

 

Today my baby is the size of a poppy seed. Those are tasty.

Mommy I think this baby is going to be brown.

Me: what?

You know, like Zymirrah from school.

Me: Silent while pondering a response…

Can we name him chocolate?

Me: umm no?

How does one explain race relations to a four year old?

It is November. There are Christmas carols being played in Target and there is frost on the ground every morning. So, I guess the holidays are coming. Thanksgiving is three weeks from today. All that makes me want to do is crawl under the covers. I love, like big L love, Thanksgiving and Christmastime. I normally make Andrew drag all the decorations out of the attic November 1. If I’m taking down the Halloween stuff, might as well go ahead and put out the next round. This year I just can’t muster any excitement. This makes me so sad. I know part of it is simply that I have no energy. The thought of even making a gift list, or ordering Christmas cards makes me weary. But even the year that I was due the week after Christmas I was out in the front yard directing the placement of twinkle lights on the house. I know another thing dragging me down is my mom. There is really no explaining it. She just gets depressed every Christmas season. I’ve tried to find out why but I will go to my grave never getting a straight answer out of her on anything. But again, it has been that way my whole life so that isn’t new. I’m just in the hole again I guess. I hope I manage to get out in the next week or two so that I am able to enjoy my favorite time of the year. If not that is just going to make the post holiday blues even worse.

What is your favorite food?

Spaghetti

What is your favorite color?

The whole wide world and the rainbow and pink and purple. And you know what else? Yellow.

What is your favorite toy?

My engines.

Who is your favorite cat?

Eli

Who is your best friend at school?

Tripp and Dominic and Joey

What is your favorite thing to drink?

Orange Juice

What is your favorite dessert?

Ice cream and M&M’s and Skittles

What is your favorite movie?

Day of the Diesels

Favorite TV Show?

Peppa Pig and Thomas

Favorite book?

Let’s see…. my smelly books. (me: what?) The Mickey Mouse books that smell good.

Favorite move in ballet?

Curtsies

Favorite thing you do with Mana?

Paint with her!

Favorite thing you do with Cici?

When her comes to visit here.

Favorite thing you do with Granddaddy?

When he takes us to explore and play somewhere.

What is your favorite thing to do with Papa?

When he gives me kisses.

What is your favorite thing to do with Daddy?

Daddy bringing me on adventures to museum and buy new fish and he earns money for us to buy our toys.

What is your favorite thing to do with Bug?

Color with him when he wants me to color with him at school.

So I’m going to try for November’s NaBloPoMo. I have all these pregnancy related posts that I’ve been saving in drafts until we announced to the world at large and I need the motivation to actually hit publish. So there you go.

Originally written July 28th

My first reaction to seeing the positive pregnancy test was 100% smugness. Dude, my husband and I ROCK at making babies. We were successful within two months our first time around, got pregnant totally on accident the second time and nailed it (pun totally intended) the first time with baby # 3. My heart goes out to those couples that have to try for months or even longer. Because I am the most. impatient. person on the planet.

 

So, I got the first positive on Tuesday. I can’t be the only person that tests 75 times am I? Buy your tests from Amazon people, that’s all I’m saying. Two tests at the store run you around $10. You can have 25 for $5 off the internets. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.