Well....

So the computer is acting up....AGAIN! GAH!! Yeah, Steve tried to install the actual anti-spyware software he bought at the store, and POOF!! Our start up tool bar disappeared. Then today, he tried to just TURN the dang thing on, and black screen! I'm ready to be DONE with the stupid thing!! I just know that my friends all live in it! :(

So I've got a little over 24 hours until baby #2 comes, and I'm freaking out!! Don't get me wrong, I'm THRILLED to be having another child, but there are some anxieties that I'm facing. I love having Jacob where he is, he's SO easy to take care of while he's inside of me, I'm not so sure that I'll be able to handle TWO kids! I'm also waking myself up after my 5th or 6th nightly potty break. (Usually around 4:00 in the morning) and I can't fall asleep. I end up staying awake until 7:00ish, and it's driving me nuts! I'm SO tired, and I know this is my last full week of uninterrupted sleep! WHY!? I'll wake up and think, "Hey, I should remember to pack such-and-such...." Then I start to think of all of the other chores and things I have to do to prepare my house for this little boy. Then I just get myself all worked up and just can't sleep! So not fun!

Cameron is also going to the Learning Center and doing amazing!! He loves it and I know he needs it. We've also set up transportation for him, since I won't be able to drive him around for at LEAST 2 weeks after the c-section. He loves it, but I'm getting frustrated with the transportation people. They're great, don't get me wrong, but they're confused. I hope things are better now!!

I've been having insane dreams as well. I dreamed that I'd had baby #2 and he looked identical to Cameron, and I had a hard time telling them apart! (Yes, in my dream there was STILL an 8 year age difference, but that didn't matter!) So crazy!! I also dreamed that my mom, dad, grandpa, and Cameron crashed their way into the operating room. I'm so anxious about everything that these insane dreams aren't helping!

My sister and husband decided to come up for a summer break. (I'm SO excited!) She's got such a cute little bump! (Compared to my monsterous belly!!)

And we've cut off Cam's hair again. It was nearly to "hair-pulling length," and I know I won't be up to buzzing it when Jacob is here (at least for a while) so I cut it tonight. We left it long on the sides and back to make him look a little more like my grandpa!! (Yeah, cheap entertainment!)

Friday's the day I have the baby. I will let you know the details when I can, but we don't have access to the computer, so it may be a while....don't give up....you WILL know! :)

We Make Boys!!

So my little sister had her ultrasound today and they found out she's having a boy. She didn't MEAN to tell me, but it just slipped out! (But I SWORE I wouldn't tell....hee hee!)

Steve just laughed when I told him, and then he said, "Huh, no girls for us!"

And you know, he's right!! We have 2 boys (well, Jacob isn't QUITE here yet, but we count him anyway...) Steve's brother has a boy, Michelle will be having a boy, and on her husband's side of the family they've got 2 boys.

I guess it's just a sign that we only do one thing, but I think we do it pretty well!!

Congrats, Michelle!! :)

We are Sisters

Just got off the phone with my sister. (Yeah...the one who, once upon a time was a floating piece of poo...) and found out that she has more in common with me that we thought.

She had called me earlier today to ask me what a gall bladder attack felt like. Let me back up here a little bit.

The week I was going to graduate from high school I began feeling very sick. And it wasn't just ANY sick either...it was like knife-in-the-gut pain, along with miserable nausea. I thought it was just in my head so I kept doing normal things: going on the Lagoon trip, doing the graduation practice stuff, hanging out with my friends, working... But on the day of graduation it was TOO much! My mom had me in the hospital for hours of tests!! They gave me an ulcer test (NASTY!), did an ultrasound on my gall bladder to see if I had stones, then they put me in a machine for an hour while they watched my gall bladder function. After all of these tests they came to the conclusion that I have a "misfiring gall bladder." Don't ask me exactly what that means, all I know, for my own sake, is that every once in a while I'll have an attack that will lay me up in bed for at least 12 hours. I'll moan, whine, and even cry while waiting for the pain to leave. I can't really eat, because I feel like I'm going to be sick...all I can eat is Popsicles. That's it. It's not a fun thing to go through.

ANYWAY, my sister called to see how pleasant these things can be. I told her how I normally feel, and where the pain is...how it can move, and that it's usually aggravated when I eat extremely fatty foods or go without eating for many hours. She said she felt the same way, and asked what she could do. I told her she should call a nurse, maybe see a doctor, because if she has stones they'd need to take care of it immediately. So she closed the call, and told me she'd call back later.

A few hours ago she called me with the news that she may have the SAME thing going on with her gall bladder. They did an ultrasound and found no stones, so they assumed that she has the same thing that I have. It's really weird too, no one else in our family has these problems. No one!! I always thought that I got these weird gall bladder things from taking Phen Fen when I was 17, but now we know!

We compared things we have in common, and the only other thing, really, is our uber-PMS symptoms. When we're going through that, NO ONE should be in our way. My sister is almost my complete opposite, she's skinny and gorgeous, I'm more round and not as pretty as she is. She's into the details, I'm all about keeping things simple! Now we KNOW, we ARE sisters...gall bladders and all!

Dream Weaver

When I was growing up, my little sister, Michelle, and I shared a bedroom. From the time she was big enough to be away from mom and dad at night, she was in my room. I'm 6 years older than her, so we didn't always get along.

My best memories are of her dreaming and me, being the MEAN older sister, I changed her dreams. She was very pliable...just like putty! *Mwhahahaha*

There was one time she was sleeping peacefully, kinda moaning, but still fairly quiet, and I had a brilliant idea. Let's see if I can make her believe she's a piece of poo...floating in a toilet. WORKED LIKE A CHARM! The best part was when I told her that I was going to flush the toilet, I made a swooshing noise and she threw her arms backward and jerked like she was being pulled down the drain.

Another time she woke up while I was in bed reading. I was a complete night-owl growing up. Anyway, she looked at me, then looked down to the comforter on her bed. My mom had made us matching blankets, and they were purple with flowers all over it. She began gently petting the flowers. I was highly amused, like always, and I told her if she "picked" the flowers she could fall back to sleep. She "picked" the flowers off her blankets and laid back and fell asleep.

Another time she woke up and began talking gibberish to me. I had NO idea what the girl was saying, so I said good night. I think she was talking in a foreign language! I wrote down some of the things she said. The next day even she didn't know what the words meant.

The funniest time was when she woke up and accused me of taking her friend, Jenny. Now, Jenny hadn't been there AT all! She was at home, sleeping peacefully in her bed, for all I knew. I told Michelle that Jenny wasn't there, but she refused to believe me...she got furious and yelled at me. After she calmed down and back to sleep I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the entire conversation. The next morning I showed her the paper, but she didn't believe me.

I think there are days NOW that she doesn't believe I did these things to her, but I did.

There is one other memory I'll share, just so this isn't a "Michelle bashing" post. One night I was sleeping and I heard Michelle snoring loudly. Like you could hear it coming on like a freight train. I whined to her, "Michelle, stop snoring." The snoring stopped for a while, but soon *SNORT.*

"Michelle, stop snoring!" Silence for a few more minutes, then *SNORT*

I sat up, looked at her bed and began screaming, "MICHELLE, STOP..."

She wasn't there. I was all alone! It had been me the whole time. Once I shared this story with her, she felt better about the dream thing, but it still doesn't live up to the floating poo! I WIN!