FOR THE RECORD

Pregnancy is really a connundrum. When I was preggers with Branson, I remember being MISERABLE. And I remember thinking, "I can't ever do this again. I HATE being pregnant." And then 9 months later Branson was born, and that old cliche of, "oh, you'll forget" was so true. Well, now I remember. I thought this pregnancy would be different. I wasn't nauseaus, not throwing up, all that good stuff. I thought it was completely different. With Branson I had an aversion to food right away, this time I'm craving it all day. With Branson I was throwing up for 5 months straight. Last night was my frist actual PukeFest, but other than that I've just been nauseas as all get out. With Branson I didn't show until I was 12 weeks. - I'M ALREADY SHOWING - And this time I have the headaches and the weird dreams to boot. And I'm remember exactly why I hate pregnancy. It's not fun to feel sick all day. It's not fun to just sit on the couch because that's all I can do. I haven't mopped in - too long -, I just don't have the energy. I'm hoping the morning sickness (all day sickness I mean) will not last as long this time. And I'm hoping soon I'll get to the point where I look pregnant, and not just fat. And I hope I can find a little energy to keep up with B.... Lord help me. And this time it's documented. I HATE BEING PREGNANT. It's not fun. I feel terrible.

ANOTHER BUN

With baby number 2 on the way, I'm watching Branson closely every day. He is growing so fast, and doing so many new things. I have fears of not being as good of a mom to him when the baby gets here, and an even bigger fear of not loving the baby as much as I love Branson. Of course I know this is NOT possible, but, it is still a very real fear. Branson is doing so many amazing and cute things. His vocabulary grows everyday. Yesterday he learned where an elbow is and how to say it. And, when is wakes up in the morning he says hi to everyone, "Hi dodo's, (dogs), Hi momma!, Hi dada! Hi mow! (cat)". And he loves to say bye bye and go bye bye. Just the other day, he brought me a DVD and when I told him we weren't going to watch it quite yet, he then grabbed his shoes, sat down on the floor and tried to put them on. I helped him, and the promptly got up, walked to the door and said "bye bye momma!". The kid knows what he wants! He can open the cupboard door and pick out EXACTLY what "nack" he wants to eat. Usually it's "coco's" (cookies). He can ask for his water and milk, and can really give a good lecturing to anything that is a "no no", like the outlets, or the dishwasher, or daddy's vitamin bottle. Oh he is so cute. He runs the entire yard. this kid is an outdoors man for sure. It is a meltdown every time we have to come inside. And when it's time to go "night night", he can either tell you no, or say "night night!" and walk right over to his crib waiting to be put in it. I love him more than anything. He seriously makes my world go around. I wish it would turn slower.