I am such a MOM.

It suddenly got really dark around here, the weather station is showing a huge storm of some sort coming directly toward us in the next half hour. It’s “red” which is apparently the most intense color on the radar. The sirens are going off over and over and over again all over the place.

AND I AM PISSED BECAUSE I’M AFRAID THEY’RE GOING TO WAKE BUTTON UP FROM HER NAP.

UPDATE: So… we never got that storm. While the weather channel was saying we were getting blasted by fierce rain and tornadoes… the sun was shining down on our house.  Figures.

It suddenly got really dark around here, the weather station is showing a huge storm of some sort coming directly toward us in the next half hour.  It’s “red” which is apparently the most intense color on the radar.  The sirens are going off over and over and over again all over the place.

AND I AM PISSED BECAUSE I’M AFRAID THEY’RE GOING TO WAKE KAELIN UP FROM HER NAP.

We had a few extra minutes this morning (gasp!) and enjoyed hanging out together in the sun room.  I live with a couple of very silly people.

Kaelin is doing so well in her “big girl panties.”  Today was Day 3 and we’ve only had 2 “accidents” so far.  Once yesterday when she and my mom just couldn’t get home from the park fast enough.  And once today because… well, she was watching TV and I think she just forgot.

All of a sudden she comes into the room with a look of panic on her face.  “I…I… I peed in my panties!  We need to dry my panties!”  And she’s doing that uncomfortable cowboy waddle that makes it look like she just spent several hours on a horse.

But she’s really starting to tell us when she needs to go, which is nice because I’m easily distracted and therefore not very good at being “on watch” every hour of the day.  Granted, when she says “Mama, I have to pee,” we have approximately 3.5 seconds to get her to a potty, but that’s better than making the announcement after the fact.

There is something inherently WRONG about starting a new project for work on a Friday afternoon.

But my choices right now are that, or putz around and not get paid for today because I have nothing constructive to do.

As you can see by the fact that I’m even blogging about this, I’m currently leaning toward the latter.

So today I woke up feeling fatigued and swollen. Even going up the stairs took entirely too much effort.

The common remedies for pregnancy-related fatigue and swelling are exercise (does anyone want to talk about the ridiculous irony of that statement?) and drinking more water – so I took Kaelin on a stroller ride around the neighborhood this morning and have been trying to drink more water.

Which means that now I’m even more tired and have to pee all the time.

Disclaimer: Ok, technically it’s not her first haircut… but it is the first one in about… 2 years? Give or take. I cut her hair a couple of times when she was a baby because it would grow in at all different lengths. But this is the first “big girl” haircut.

It’s probably not perfectly even, but the client isn’t complaining.  With all my pleading with her to SIT STILL while I was waiving a pair of scissors around, she’s probably just relieved that both her ears are still attached.

And so am I.

So today I woke up feeling fatigued and swollen.  Even going up the stairs took entirely too much effort.

The common remedies for pregnancy-related fatigue and swelling are exercise (is that Alanis Morissett-style irony or what?) and drinking more water – so I took Kaelin on a stroller ride around the neighborhood this morning and have been trying to drink more water.

Which means that now I’m even more tired and have to pee all the time.

Sigh.

I did have a nice lunch with my mom today though.  I haven’t been to La Madeline’s in ages.

And I’m so proud of Kaelin.  Today is her first day of wearing “big girl panties” – no diaper.  We’ve been attempting potty training recently and although she’s willing and capable of peeing in the potty, we couldn’t seem to get her to understand that the goal was also NOT to pee in her diaper anymore.

So today I decided to experiment and put some real “panties” on her.  I told her that these were NOT a diaper and that she couldn’t pee in them.  Still, I expected to spend most of the day doing laundry.  But so far, she hasn’t had a single accident – even during the outing to La Madeline’s and Baby’s R Us.  Of course, she’s been asleep for the last 3 hours (in a diaper), so I guess I can’t count that time… but I’m really very proud of her successful day in the big girl undies.

And now I’ve probably just jinxed the whole experiment by prematurely talking about the success … but we’ll see.

Disclaimer: Ok, technically it’s not her first haircut… but it is the first one in about… 2 years?  Give or take.  I cut her hair a couple of times when she was a baby because it would grow in at all different lengths.  But this is the first “big girl” haircut.

It’s probably not perfectly even, but after trying to get her to SIT STILL while I was waiving a pair of scissors around, I’m just glad that both her ears are still attached.

Pregnancy is not agreeing with me this time around.  I haven’t been sick (at least not since Christmas).  I’ve been more tired, but nothing unbearable.

I’m just BIG.  And I hate it.

I almost wore a pink shirt for Easter.  And then I looked in the mirror and saw a giant Easter Egg where my reflection should have been.

I did not wear a pink shirt for Easter.

I took a “six months pregnant” picture today.  I’d post it to prove my point but I think there’s some reason I don’t post pictures of myself on this site… though I can’t quite remember what that reason is right now.  Anyway, I look at least 8 months along.  It’s discouraging.  I don’t think I’ll be taking a “nine months pregnant” picture this time around.

In a short time I will be going to HAWAII for my MIL’s birthday celebration.  And I cannot believe I am doing this voluntarily.   When I was pregnant with Kaelin, my best friend got married.  Why do people always plan important events when I’m 7 months pregnant?

Oh trip, how I dread thee… let me count the ways:

• 8 hour plane ride there… with swollen uncomfortable pregnancy legs
• 8 hour plane ride there… with energetic 2-year old. Who maxes out at about 3 hours.  And refuses to sleep on planes.  And who can only survive those 3 hours when allowed to watch Dora on laptop.  And whose grumpy factor increases proportionate to how much TV she watches.
• Maternity swimsuit
• Maternity swimsuit
• Maternity swimsuit
• 8 hour plane ride back… more swollen uncomfortable pregnancy legs
• 8 hour plane ride back… same 2-year old

Somebody just shoot me now.

Good grief.  I’m quite sure that this is how I looked at 8.5 months pregnant last time.  Can you believe it’s only been a little over 6 months?

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