Under Pressure

You know that song. I love it. I mean I love the beat and all of that. When it comes on the radio in the car I cant help but bob my head along with it. Just because I love the song doenst mean I like the way it feels to be "under pressure."

Things with Tucker seem good. No huge changes and we are still planning on him at the beginning of August. Chloe is excited to have him here, but I think I am allowing other things to steal my joy of this fun time. We STILL havent sold the house. I understand all the "facts", we arent selling in a "desireable" price range, it is big and the market is so slow here, but that doesnt mean that I am happy about it. A few months ago when we had the FULL PRICE OFFER in one week after it was on the market, and then it all fell through 4 days before our move, we just felt like we were making the right decision. Surely the house will sell so quickly. It is a great house, with great charm and character. If someone would have told me this is where we would be, I would do everything differently. And I HATE THAT!

I think of myself as pretty business savy, smart, and I am not a risk taker at all. I let myself take a risk that I now regret and because of this one thing I cant let myself enjoy anything else. I stress over budgets and bills. I am angry that is cost so stinking much to have a baby and annoyed that I have to pay an extra $350 for him to be circumcised. I want to decorate his room (or atleast start) yet I will not let myself spend the money and that is frustrating.

Please excuse the vent...I know that there are greater, much more sad things going on in the world, but today I had to get it off my chest. No cutsie, smushy "the baby is coming" blog. There are just alot of things out there in my little world that seem to be pressing in and stealing my joy. In Exodus God leads the people through the wilderness, He parts the red sea, yet when they are standing needing a drink of fresh water and all there is, is a bitter drink, they get mad and forget what he had done for them. Maybe this is what I am doing- NO! This is what I am doing. I am allowing Satan to push me to be mad, and steal my joy- forgetting all the time what God has done for me and my little family, and that he has always provided. I guess I will work on finding the joy in the small things until the big things are under control!

And the Winner is...

Okay ladies (and anonyomous person) you did it! 10 comments, although there was a little cheating I will still reward you.

I do have to say first- Kara- you win! Your comment and advice on the peeing cracked me up over and over again! I think I will have to try it just for the "game" of it!

Drum Roll Please....

Jarod Tucker Meeks - to be called- Tucker.

Suprise, Surprise

I dont know why it has been so hard for me to update lately. It guess it could be that I have just very recently (though not completely) returned back to the land of the living. Unfortunatley at times pregnancy does not suit me well, and one of those times happens to be weeks 7-14 of pregnancy. But I approached 14 on Tuesday (yesterday) and on Monday actually has a failry normal day.

This sickness, also coupled with the fact that I work at the one place on earth that has no sympathy for a "typical" pregnant woman, as we tend to work with some very "atypical" woman who have it a lot harder than me, and women who cant concieve children naturally- so my everyday run of the mill pregnancy seems almost blahsae around here, so work is piling up as I try to stay just ahead of the curver to not hit the wall.

But today was a turning point and as I got up bright and early this morning, feeling quite well, I dressed in my suit for a big meeting I had, got in my car (and realized it was a dwelling place of disrepute) vowed to get "my life back in order." I have since cleaned out my car and had it washed, cleaned my office including dusting and hiding away the jumbo bottle of Maalox and planning out my marketing calendar. And when I get home if the energy is still intact I will be attacking the hole that is our bedroom.

My precious husband and daughter have been nothing short of fantastic but their 2 year old and 28 year old male definitions of clean differ quite a bit from their OCD mother/wife. So I am glad to be feeling better and taking control of life again. Now you might ask what this blog has to do with the cute pair of Robeez I have at the top, yes it is the start of college baseball but that is not it... let me just tell you!

On Monday we went for my 14 week check up. My good doctor wanted to do another ultrasound at the end of the first trimester just to check out the growth of our little sprout. Well as he proceeded to turn on the machine and find our little wiggly bundle this is the conversation that ensued...

Dr. A- "Well there is our very photogenic little baby...ummm...and kids...(Katie interrupts as she looks in amazement at the screen)

K- "Is that a pee pee" (yes this is the medical term for boy parts!)

J- "What!?"

Dr. A- "Yes it is Katie. That is a very healthy looking boy" (he meant in general not size of or anything)

From there the conversation pretty much went downhill. Jeremy is whooping in the background and I am asking the doctor if it is normal that it is already "there" and will it be "abnormally big" -which apparantly something men dont worry about- because it has all this growing time. He assured me that sometimes the baby is in the right position and we get lucky enough to see it this early and that I should not worry. He also said had nothing been there we just wouldnt have thought anything yet (like girl or boy), but fortunately (unfortunately) we have a very UNASHAMED little boy and so we were lucky and and able to find out that we are:

"HAVING A BABY BOY"

Now people I need some adivce on how not to get peed on! And if you want to know the name we have picked out for him I will have to have atleast 10 comments!