CABO!!!!

Ahem, excuse me - I haven't had time to update my blog since last Wednesday. If you're wondering why it's because I've been busy getting us ready for our trip to

CABO!!!

I can't say it without the 3 or 4 annoying exclamation marks. Mama is jonesing to get on a plane and head to a beach. I might be growing a human in my belly but that doesn't make it impossible to relax on a beach chair, under a palm tree, in 82 degree weather. Nah, I'm pretty sure I can handle it. We're taking Brooklyn with us too - this will be her 2nd time to leave the country and get that passport stamped.

Please do me a favor and tomorrow around 7:35 a.m. CST send good baby flying thoughts my way. An 18 month old is not interested in sitting in one spot for several hours so I'm going to need baby Jesus on my side getting us through this. I've got an entire bag packed with plane activities, I'm sure NONE of them will be interesting enough to occupy her but I'm going to try. To the grumpy old man, stuck up yuppie, better than me business woman sitting around us - you can go ahead and suck it - I'll be doing the best I can.

Who cares about them anyway, let's get back to the whole point here. CABO. Beach, sand, sun, all expenses paid, alcohol........ wink, wink. Just playing folks, only the hubs will be sipping on the fun fruity rum drinks. I've got Brooklyn all ready to go, girls got three bathing suits - 2 two pieces and a one piece. She seems to want to pull the top off of her two pieces though so we may not use those as much as we had planned. I've got about 17 years to fix that problem. She's got 4 pairs of shoes, dresses, adorable beach outfits, new pj's, I'm sure she'll wear about half of it but I've had fun getting her ready. She's got a little wagon full of beach toys we packed in our suitcase, she knows she's going on an "airpane" to go see the 'beadch.'

I fully intend to post pictures on Facebook as I'm there for my friends and family to see, just to rub it in a little bit. If anyone needs a refresher on what the beach looks like, I'll leave you with this:

See you next Tuesday - ADIOS AMIGOS. :)

Glucose and such

I went to the Dr. this morning and did my glucose screening test. Bring on the orange drink, let's do this. She handed me the bottle and said I have 5 minutes to drink it, I went and sat down, drank it, and handed it back to her within the minute. I guess my beer chugging days have paid off as she said it must have been a record. I can't be bothered taking my time with that bottle of nasty, I just have to get it done.

I met with my doctor and we went over the same basic set of questions -

How are you feeling? Good, big.
Can you feel the baby kick? He performs several routines to kung-fu fighting on a daily basis, so yes.
Anymore problems with vomiting? Not because of this little guy but I did catch a 24 hour stomach virus last week, thoroughly enjoyed that.

Anything else for me?

Hmmm...I do have a horrible chest cold, can you just write me something for that? You know, the good stuff. Blank stare, the half effort smile, and finally answers with, "why don't you see how it plays out over the next few days and call me back." WHATEVER lady.

Ay ay ay, I am truly trying to focus on this pregnancy and enjoy it, take compliments from people and really appreciate them but the day to day grind coupled with annoying chest colds is making this week a LONG one!

At least I left knowing my chugging skills are still in me, orange drink's got nothing on this mama.

Let's go fly a kite...

Any Mary Poppin's fans out there? Cause if you are, you'll remember this song:

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!

Classic movie, one of my favorites. When I was little I would draw chalk paintings on the sidewalk and pretend to 'jump' in them as they did, oh to be young with an imagination again!

Austin is a kick ass city, in case you haven't heard. Part of being a kick ass city is that you have things like, Kite Festivals. No rhyme or reason to the event, just a beautiful day, beautiful park, view of downtown, and 100's of kites. We took Brooklyn out there for a couple of hours and she had a blast - minus the part where a kite took a nose dive, and literally hit her nose. (Kimberly - you were right!).

Days like Sunday are my most favorite of days, relaxing with my family, people watching, enjoying the SUN...

..."oh, let's go fly a kite!"

Your name.

I've been thinking about what your name will be ever since I found out you are a BOY. We named your sister during a Mets game, your dad was watching it on TV and I plopped down next to him with a list of names I had written out. We went through them one by one and quickly narrowed down the list.

It hit me, right away, her name would be Brooklyn. As I read it over and over it became so perfectly fitting. Your Dad was born there, we were married in the city, it was our New York, in Texas. Brooklyn. Her middle name, Noel, was easy as that reminds us of Christmas, our favorite time of year. We also found out we were pregnant with her, in New York, at Christmas. It all just fit.

Now, you are coming along and I am searching for the puzzle pieces that will make up your name. It doesn't have to be the same story as your sisters, although we have had many people suggest Bronx, her counterpart, or Austin, where your mama was born. Neither of those are working for me.

Will you be named after another city we absolutely love?
A favorite song or songwriter?
A favorite place we've traveled to?
A moment? A memory?
A grandparent?
An icon?
Favorite TV show?

Who are you?

Hmmmmm, mama is working on it baby, and it will be perfect, for you.

Second.

I was the only child for 8 years in my family. Then - THEY CAME ALONG. One right after the other, 18 months apart.

I love them. They are my siblings, my brothers, my friends. What will it be like for her when he gets here? We joke about how she'll drag him around by the hair, boss him into playing with her babies, blocks, books...eat his food, take his drink, steal his trucks. We laugh at her innocent manipulation, knowing all too well that even at a year and half old there is full intention behind her actions.

I'm 25 weeks this Saturday. I simply cannot believe that. Life is going by so fast right now it's everything I have to hang on to the days and cherish the moments. I haven't stopped to read anyones blog this week, work has just been way TOO busy. I hope to get caught up eventually as I turn to blogs like I do a good book or bad reality TV show - a place to escape for a few minutes.

I am making a mental effort as I approach my third trimester to soak this pregnancy up, to truly embrace it like my mother constantly reminds me to do. He deserves that from me, undivided focus on the one thing only he and I can share before he meets this big, bright new world, his da-da, and his big sister.

He's my second, my son, and I can't wait to meet him.

15 more weeks little man.