Summer Vacation

So my summer so far has been beyond crazy and not at all a vacation. To make everything all better, John took us away for the weekend to the Jersey Shore. I am sure his intentions were awesome, but three kids 4 and under in the same room as mom and dad = no sleep for mom. Not even the usual 3 hours. My son does not sleep in a pack-n-play because he is huge and the youngest of the two girls was kept up. My in-laws came to the beach with us and kept my oldest in the room with them but I knew my mother-in-law wouldn't listen and would bring Natalie to bed with her. Usually this isn't a big deal but my daughter is the craziest sleeper you'll ever see. She yells and screams and kicks and it is rather disturbing. I knew my mother-in-law wasn't going to be able to sleep because of it so I didn't sleep because I felt so guilty. Of course I was right and neither of us slept. Even with all that, the hotel was great and the beach days were wonderful. John still doesn't understand why I didn't sleep but that's coming from a man who would sleep through a train wreck. It was our only chance for a vacation this summer with a baby due in few weeks so I am glad we went. The picture is my family minus me. I am always behind the camera. Maybe at 8 months pregnant this is better...

I'll take the insanity plea!

I don't know why but in the last two weeks I have lost my mind. I mean I really do need a straight jacket and a cup full of blue pills. Between the 3 hours of sleep at night, surging hormone levels and life..... I can't say I'm completely surprised. I have gone from from a happy mother of 3 who every once in a while remembers she is pregnant when she bumps her stomach on some foreign object to crazy woman who need her husband to tell her to do SOMETHING with her hair, who knows what her toothbrush is for but doesn't have time to use it, who cries at commercials, and who is stuck on volume level 30. At least I am making an honest attempt at getting dressed everyday. To make myself feel better I do have to say that the last 31/2 weeks of my life have been insane. We have been trying to refinance our house for a little while. Because property values have dropped so bad here we were pretty positive that we had no equity in our house and would never get approved for the refi. And we really need it because it will make about a $400 difference in our payment. Before we could get our house appraised though we had to fix up our only full bath. Although I only wanted it repainted and presentable it turned into my bathroom being gutted. Yes I could see the insulation in my walls kind of gutted. So instead of a few days inturned into a few weeks. And since this was our only bathtub we all bathed in the laundry room sink for those 3 1/2 weeks. To make matters worse our second bathroom is only 2ft x 3ft. 5 people trying to brush their teeth in the morning was a parade. And because after 3 kids we're broke, my husband and my wonderfully anal german father-in-law did the work which of course presented daily problems. To make it all even better, all the work was done around my husbands work schedule which is 12 hour shift work, which means I had no husband for 3 1/2 weeks. All time home was spent in the bathroom. I truelly fet like a single mom who lived in the dirtiest house ever because construction work is nasty and no matter how many times I vaccuumed, it was there. And my kids didn't nap because daddy and pops are banging new holes in the walls and cutting tile and pops is using four letter words right and left. The bathroom of course wasn't finished until 12 hours before the appraisel so we spent the whole night cleaning house. Oh and by-the-way, our appraisel came back way higher then expected (because of my awesome bathroom) but the bank decided not to honor the rate-lock we had and of course interest rates have been climbing the last 3 weeks. I hate incompetent people. I just want to sign the papers and be done. Thank goodnes for my new soaking tub or I think I would have been checked into the local psych ward already...

What was I thinking..

So I am really prego now and have at least 6 more weeks to go. I am nauseous again and have no appetite. I am not sleeping more then a couple of hours and my hips are popping out of place every time I move. I can't breathe and I am trying to keep up with two crazy girls and a newly walking 1 year old. All I want to do is sleep and curl up in a bawl. I feel like such a horrible mom. Between this pregnancy, My last one and the miscarriage, I have been prego for 19 of the last 24 months. I am getting a separate bed from my husband. I need a break! I love my kids but this is crazy. I have enjoyed watching them rub my belly and trying to feel for the baby. Yesterday the little girl inside me went crazy. My whole belly shook for like 5 seconds. Brooke was cuddling me at the time and felt it. She never moved but her eyes went wide open and she looked at me like "was that normal". I told her the baby was so excited she was laying with us that she was doing a dance. Brooke loved it. Natalie is so proud she tells everyone about how she's getting a new baby sister and that she is going to help mommy. Poor John Micheal wants to be held right now when he's teething but 33 lbs on my 20 pound stomach is too much for me. So we hang out on the floor a lot. I am so excited to see what this one's going to look like. Just a few more weeks.....