Passing out, Throwing Up and Public Urination

Passing out, throwing up and public urination. Those are the three things that are only fun when you are drunk. Now, of course I don’t know this from past experiences (I know, I’m calling bullshit on this too), but I can definitely tell you, that it’s no fun doing these three things. There is only one happiness from this, it’s that little girl that’s coming in June. Now I finally understand why mothers say, “I brought you into this world, I can take you out”.

The flip-side? My hair is thicker and growing like crazy, my nails are looking pretty hot and my face is clearer than the chick on the Proactiv commercial. I guess all in all, it’s a fair trade.

Now, not going to sound like a lush or anything, but I’m an Oklahoma girl and I like to drink, I like to drink and do it up big! Give me a Coors Light, a bag of Frito’s and a bonfire and I’m a happy girl. For some reason, I’m not craving the pickles and the ice cream all that crazy stuff that the rest of the women crave, nope! Just a good time with my Fritos, Coors light and bonfire.

I said all this to say, there’s going to be one hell of a party at our house when this baby comes. I have a lot of catching up to do, plenty of yard to do it in and plenty of friends to celebrate with.

What to Expect When You are Expecting

Okay, so let's just say that I have experienced most of the things that you read about in all of the pregnancy books. Some of it, I can't even begin to explain how much I wish it would go away. My husband says that I have a "condition". Um, okay-last I checked being knocked up isn't a "condition". So, anyhow...I have decided that since I do have a "condition", it's pretty cool that I shouldn't clean the bath tub due to chemicals. It's even cooler that I have not had to plow an inch of snow! I kind of like it. It's also rumored that when I get even plumper than I already am (oh and just my belly is plump, LOL), Jimmy said that he will be helping with dinner and such. Not a bad deal! HEY, he has already started to help clean up after dinner. Now, let's just get one thing straight, Jimmy is a very tidy person, so tidy in fact it makes me sick. But, he has his "things to do" and I have mine. Is it so bad that I enjoy some of my things are becoming some of his things? I promise I'll go back to normal when I no longer have a "condition".

So something really cool happened yesterday. Jim and I went to the doctor and we have this little diva/tomboy on the way now. If that's not bad ass, I don't know what is. Jimmy is already looking for a go cart that he can fix up for her, because some day she will in fact be a NASCAR driver. Don't get me wrong, we are not going to "make" our little princess into something that she doesn't want to be, but she has a momma and daddy that really likes to spend time out in the woods looking for snakes and turtles and we like to shoot deer and skeet. All I can say, that even though she may still want to be in dance or gymnastics, I can assure you that she will want to be just like her daddy, just like I did and still do.

This is going to be one hell of a ride and no one is ever ready, no matter how much they plan or even say that they are ready. So, "Bring in 'da Noise, Bring in" 'da baby!

You have already stolen my heart and I can't wait until you want to be like your daddy!

...make a baby.

You know when you are a kid and you are trying to figure out who you are, what you are going to be? Well, for some strange reason, for as long as I can remember, I have known who I was and what I was going to be. First things first...if you know me, you know that I speak my mind, care about others and I'm not really afraid of much. Oh ya, and I'm a freak. Now, let's talk about what I was going to be. Don't get me wrong, I didn't just say to myself, when I was 6, playing outside in the awesome treehouse/playhouse that my mom and daddy built for me and my sister, while eating mud pies.."I'm going to be the Executive Assistant to a President of a professional basketball team!". I just really knew, that eventually, I'd have some kind of kick ass job and I'd enjoy nearly every second of it. It's taken some time, hard work, some sweat and possibly a little ass kissing along the way. But I have achieved happiness. Happiness comes from what my parents, my sister, my mentors, family and friends have taught me. Happiness comes from my husband and how much he works to give me what I need and to make happy. I love the way he provides happiness, because my parents instilled the same happiness in me.

Now, here I am, almost 32 years old and I have to learn how to be something new in who I already am. I'm going to be a mom soon. I don't know what I'm doing or how I'm supposed to do it. But I can tell you this... I am going to instill in this little miracle, the happiness that I have learned through those that I love.

The purpose of my blog is to invite you on my journey to motherhood. I'm halfway there! Some of my post will be crazy, some will be docile, some may not even make sense to you. So, sit back and enjoy the ride!

Oh and below is Baby June Bug. On Tuesday, February 8th, Jimmy and I will find out if it's a girl or a boy, so keep your fingers crossed that this one cooperates for us!