Let the Holidays Begin

Well we had Halloween, just waiting for the rest to fly by too.

Last year would have been B's first true trick-or-treating experience.  However, he brought home and shared a horrific stomach flu.  We did not go out.

This year we went for a whole new experience.  Thought he would love it.  Reality is so fun to face.  He just didn't get it.  He wore that Woody costume from top to bottom.  Loved the hat, and joyfully put on his boots.  He was "Toys", as he calls him.  He carried the Toy Story bag, that came with it, with  a sense of pride.  We get to the first house, "I don't want to knock on door".  First roadblock.  We got him to go with mommy to knock.  He tried to walk in their house.  #2.  They give him the goods, a Reeces cup, and we want it open NOW!!! #3. Okay, it's Halloween, open it.  He hates chocolate.  It melted in his hand, and the next house he tried to reach the melted chocolate hand into their bowl.  #4, not so bad.  Hubby brought a towel and we wiped his hand off.  At this house though, they gave him several pieces.  Try to put it in the bag, B thinks not.  He almost had a heart attack at the thought of throwing away this candy that he was just given.  Yup, he thought we were throwing it away by throwing it in the treat bag. #5.  It was just interesting from there.  He ended up singing some "Trick-or-Treat" song by the end of the night.  He had fun, and it was fun to laugh at his anxiety about the treat bag.  He eventually did stick the candy in the bag, but did have to eat any sucker he laid eyes on.

We went to a Trunk-or-treat at a friend's church.  It was fun.  Her game was pumpkin bowling.  B rolled the pumpkin down the bed of her truck, after much coaxing, and instead of re-bowling, walked to the end of the truck and kicked what he didn't knock down.  He got a glo-stick that pretty-princess-fairy sissy stole and loved.  There was a game where he was supposed to throw the bean bag in the hole.  He did it first try.  But the woman gave him candy and he walked up and stuck it in the hole.  So funny.  All-in-all though a success.  Could have definitely been worse.

Caitlyn wore a pink tutu dress with pink fairy wings.  She was beautiful.  As always.

Now we are waiting for Thanksgiving to come at lightning speed.  And it is not disappointing.  Supposed to go to a friend's house, but not sure when.  We bought our bird, all the fixin's.  Should be good.  And then...Black Friday.  I don't know how much we will go out this year.  The world does not need a bunch of pregnant Amanda hormones floating around a bunch of dumb dumbs.  So hope they put the bargains online this year.  It will be a good Christmas for sure.  Can't wait to decorate and wrap presents.  Super excited to see Santa this year.

Since July...

Can't believe it has been so long since I have posted.  A lot has gone on.

I am writing as a 25 week pregnant woman who is quite certain that this will be the last baby in my belly.  I have been in and out of the hospital for hyperemisis, had my gallbladder removed, continued to be sick with "morning" sickness, and gotten colds and tummy bugs, car sick, and nose bleeds.  But could be worse, the baby is healthy.  My heart rate is still soaring with the medicine, I don't sleep despite being dead tired.  I am not complaining, simply reminding future me of what it is like, so as to prevent future happenings.  Because I will, one day, get baby fever, and perhaps regret the decision.

We found out we are having a girl.  I think this is part of the reason.  I so badly wanted another little boy.  For my princess to remain my princess.  Now we will have two princesses.  Two sets of hair bows, and dresses, and hairs to brush.  It is a good thing.  I do not feel sad I am having a girl, just sad I am not having a boy.  If it makes sense.

Obviously I, and everyone on the planet, belongs to the "as long as it's healthy" club.  But gender disappointment is a real thing, and it's horrible of our society to act like it doesn't exist.  It is normal, and some people will try to make you feel bad about it.  "Well at least you have babies" or "Some people have 3 boys and would kill for a girl".  Yeah yeah.  Maybe in 13 years, they could have her too.  Just kidding of course.

I am excited about meeting her.  Planning everything is taking time because the pregnancy also falls around the Holiday season.  I am trying not to stress about buying things, and have almost everything she could need at first.  It's hard.  I don't want to spend a ton of money on new things because her sister's stuff is good, but I want her to be her own identity enough to have some of her own things.  Little miss middle child barely has new toys, mostly big brother's hand-me-downs.  But why should it be any different.  They are good toys.

We had our first early, to most people, and I now share this experience with what seems like half my graduating class.  I also share it with lots of friends.  Neat to watch everyone's bellies grow, and learn names of my little miss' classmates, and soon...see the babies.  Can't wait for that part.

I may regret it one day, but I can't wait for the day to hold her on the outside.  She will be loved.