According to Lily

Anything that folds, opens and closes, must be a book. Diapers are therefore books you wear on your butt.

Feeling better? Why yes, thank you!

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First, thank you to everyone who sent me a sweet email, text, or fb message after my last post. It was very nice to be reminded that growing a new baby is hard work, and that it is ok to be tired.

I am feeling a lot better. Dingle has been helping with breakfast duty so that I can catch a few more winks in the morning, which seems to really be helping. It would be even better if I could stay asleep throughout the night! (Insomnia, mark it down as yet another pregnancy-the-sequel first!) But I am not complaining, like I said it seems to really be helping.

As far as the all day morning sickness goes, dinner seems to be the final hurdle. I have been feeling much better throughout the day, but am almost never hungry for dinner. Unfortunately the longer I wait to eat the worse I feel, so for now I am just willing myself to eat. Dingle has been making dinner almost every night, someone should really give that guy a Klondike Bar.

I think a large part of feeling better is that my allergies have finally calmed down, coupled with the fact that the sun came out today, it was almost too much to handle. We went for a nice long walk down to the beach. Lily was so great. Not only did she let her feet touch the sand, after a few minutes she actually CRAWLED. That means hands, knees, and feet touching the sand ALL AT ONCE. Maybe she has finally put the dark days of Florida behind her. The sand was pretty wet, so I am not convinced that she would have had such a good time on the dry stuff. But we could all use a win, so I am taking it.

See Colby and me in the way background?
You guessed it, it was daddy
who let her crawl that far! 

The forecast is calling for more sun this week. Finger's crossed we actually get it. Pool's open! Come on over for your very own polar plunge!

Blah...or is it Blech?

I really do feel bad that I have not been updating the blog. I have been feeling so crappy. In addition to feeling crappy I am having a hard time not dwelling on how crappy I feel. For those of you doing the math the equation looks something like this: feeling crappy + dwelling on feeling crappy = :(

I am trying my hardest to feel better but it just seems to be one thing after another. First it was the round-the-clock morning sickness. It is impossible to be a normal, functional, human being when you feel like you might actually throw up ALL DAY. When I first started feeling like that, Dingle was very sympathetic. That sympathy was (somewhat) understandably short lived. I know he works hard, and that doing my job as well as his own is too much. The problem being, if it were up to me, no one in this house would be eating anything, ever. Or cleaning up anything, or changing out or their pajamas. Ok, so I am exaggerating a little bit. I have been trying really hard to use any energy I do have on Lily, which doesn't leave a whole lot left for myself.

Then came the allergies. Ugh, the allergies. Every tree in our neighborhood hates me, and Matt, and Lily. I feel so bad that Lily has allergies too. Poor little girl. Now that we are all itchy, watery eyed, snot factories no one is getting a good night sleep. Last week while Matt was in California Lily and I stayed at my mom and dad's, which meant sharing a room. I think I averaged 5 hours of sleep each night, and none of those hours were consecutive.

Don't even get me started on the pregnancy mood swings. That equation looks something like this:
hormones(feeling crappy + dwelling on feeling) + exhaustion = >:o

I guess what I am trying to say is that my batteries are empty, and now Matt's are too. We had a long talk yesterday and set up a few strategies for feeling better. Sorry to be a downer. Things will be better as soon as the devil trees on my street are finished fornicating.

On a happier note. We had a quick ultrasound yesterday, baby looks great! The latest estimate is that he/she is due December 19th. Just in time for Christmas. More details to come.

On a second happy note, Lily started standing all by herself. She is amazing.

Movin' on up!

I am a Mainer. Matt denies it, but he is one too!

For the past 4 years (I can't believe we have been in our house this long) our current address has been a good compromise between Matt's job in the city and our families back in Maine. I have always wanted to eventually move back. Maine is an amazing place to grow up, and I would love nothing more than for Lily and Baby #2 to grow up there too (not to mention babies #3 and 4).

There are some definite drawbacks to moving home. Maine's economy is terrible and Matt would have to continue to work in Boston. He has no intention of leaving his current job. On the contrary we are both hoping for some significant developments in the company this year! Developments that would give him the job security we need and the flexibility that we have all come to depend on. Given that Matt works from home 80% of the time he would only have to commute a few times a week. He would take the Downeaster, which would work out well since he could work on the train.

So...the house is officially on the market! We are a realtor's worst nightmare. First we listed the house at about 30K more than he wanted us to. Second, we are in no rush to sell. Third, we made it very clear that we are not going to do a price reduction. Our realtor Bob, what can I say about Bob? He is a 60 year old fuddy duddy with pants up to his armpits who wears too much cologne and laughs at his own jokes. How's that for a mental image? I can't stand him. To be fair I don't think I am his cup of tea either. I am too independent, confident, and smart...I know what a pain in the ass. In any case I don't know how much longer he and I will be able to tolerate this working relationship.  I would normally be more careful about disclosing these opinions on the internet, but there is no way he knows how to use a computer.

Everything is very up in the air. We aren't expecting any miracles. If we do get an offer we can't refuse than it is off to the Great White North (ok, not technically, but close).

Anybody want to buy a house??
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For those of you who have looked for real estate what websites do you use? Also if you take a look at the link and can think of any constructive criticism to help make the ad more appealing, I would be happy to hear it. I will be sending Bob some of my comments this weekend. I'm sure he can't wait ;)

(I tried to insert a little funny into this post to no avail, the new baby is just sucking the funny right out of me!)

Keeping a lid on it.

I have a very good reason for not updating my blog recently, I swear. Frankly, there have been too many secrets going on around here. Big things. The kind of big things that you want to write blog posts about, but can't because they are secrets. More importantly they are the kind of things you don't want your brother, living in a third world country, to read about on the internet. Well, luckily for you, we talked to Josh on Skype last night and told him everything! So...

First secret, I am pregnant!!!! It was a total surprise. I am living proof that you can get pregnant while breastfeeding. We found out the night before my 30th birthday party.(Short aside: I was a little bit sad that some of our friends might be just the tiniest bit disappointed that I was pregnant and wouldn't be able to have the wild night they had in mind. Our news was met by nothing less than jubilation, cheers, pats on the back, and heartfelt congratulations. It was the best birthday gift anyone could have ever given me. I was seriously touched.)  When I first looked at the test I couldn't believe my eyes. Initially I was 90% elated and 10% scared to death. Two kids under the age of two, whoa. All of the symptoms coincided with weaning Lily, so I brushed them off. First, Lily was fussy and didn't really want to nurse anymore. I figured this was her way of telling me she was ready. Second, I was an emotional basket-case. I think this one would have been true prego or not. Third, my boobs were killing me. Is that TMI? Well, they were. There were two other signs that I don't know how I missed. One, the dog would not stop following me around. Those of you who know our family dynamic know that Matt is Colby's human, I am someone he tolerates (it is a two way street). I should have known something was up when Colby tried to protect me from the mailman. Lastly, and to be honest the mother of all signs. I started having crazy "bug dreams".  In every dream there were bugs everywhere. Turn on a light, bugs all over the walls. Answer the phone, wait this isn't a phone it is a giant bug. Drive in the car, bugs all over the road. I had these EXACT same dreams when I was pregnant with Lily. We don't have our first Dr. appointment until May 18th so we have no details to share. By our estimation the baby is due between December 10th and the 17th. I have a hunch about the gender...let's just say that so far this little boy is kicking my ass. I had about 5 minutes of morning sickness with my first pregnancy. This time around I have morning, mid morning, noon, afternoon, evening, and middle of the night sickness...it really sucks as much as it sounds. And guess what, Lily is completely unsympathetic! Oh well. Lucky for her Matt is taking excellent care of all of us.

Second secret to follow...