Do You Need a Shout Out?

If you are a blogger yourself, contact me with your website and brief description about your blog. Email is the fastest and easiest way to get a response from me, but will get back to you going through social media. Every Tuesday I will be giving shout outs. If your blog is less than a month old, I will not post it, I will go back to your blog in a couple months and see how you are doing. If you are still posting fairly consistently, I will then give you a shout out.

Who Has It Worse?

Holy contractions, Batman! Last night was painful! I know, I know... "Geez, Morgan! Why are you always complaining?" I'll tell you why; because pregnancy sucks. I love that I'll have my little man in a couple months, but damn. Growing a baby is a life journey. Not for the weak! Not suitable for men!

 Josh tried to tell me getting hit in the "manhood" was more painful than labor. There is no such thing as "del" (unit of pain). People experience pain differently. Example, a cut from a sharp branch could be more painful to someone than the next.  But you need to think of logic! Getting kicked lasts, what, a couple minutes? Labor on average lasts about 14 hours, but it can be longer! As bad as 48 hours! The pushing process can last hours!

 You can't even argue the fact that men's balls are internal organs "my internal organs are getting hit". What do you think has been happening for months? Babies don't just kick against the belly, they kick up into the organs, down into the bladder and more sensitive nerves, even the spine. Just comparing it to labor though. The stomach is contracting, trying to push a watermelon out of a narrow canal (pushing hips apart) and out of a small hole! After contracting for hours, a woman's abdomen is going to be sore and weak. When it is time to start pushing, a woman's body starts going into shock. So, if you have given birth or have witnessed birth, the woman is most likely shaking afterwards. That is the body in shock. 

Any who! I think if you compare a minute of labor and a minute of ball smashing, ball smashing would be much more painful. If you compare both in a 2 minute:14 hour ratio, no way in hell is getting kicked in the balls more painful than labor. Maybe if a man got kicked every half an hour for 14 hours. 

Back to my horrible night. They were worse than braxton hicks contractions, but not as bad as labor contractions. Thankfully, my breathing was fairly normal. No hospital trips just yet. 

I'm starting to freak myself out. We have very little for Connor. We have all the furniture, except a swing. We need to get a car seat, clothes, diapers, receiving blankets... I need to make a birth plan, find out information about my moderate dysplasia (procedure they are wanting to do), where Zoey is going while Josh and I are in the hospital. BLAH!! Anyone want to help me, lol. I don't blame Josh for not really being involved in the whole process. He has surgery coming up, trying to figure out how we are going to get by comfortably, not paycheck to paycheck, house stuff that I can't really do (like pulling up bushes from the ground, lol). 

Well, I told Zoey I would be done by 10 o'clock and my breathing is starting to get harder. 

No ER trips, please!

The last couple of days I have had some serious troubles breathing. I'm not sick, my blood tests all came back normal,  I don't have the heavy feeling on my chest, I'm not up doing anything (every time has started while I was sitting), and he isn't up in my ribs. My doctor doesn't even know what is going on. She is concerned, though. I start getting contractions during these little episodes (a few hours long). Connor is moving around like normal and his heart rate is nice and strong. Since she isn't sure, she wants me to go to the ER (labor and delivery) the next time it happens. Good idea! Too bad it would take about an hour to get there. Josh would have to take the 15 minute trip from work, pick up Zoey and me. Then the 30 minute trip to the hospital.

What if we are half way to the hospital and I start breathing normal again? I know it can be very dangerous for both Connor and me, but I don't want to pull Josh out of work for no reason. I can't drive myself. Even if I had my license (which I should have here in a month when I take my test), not a good idea to drive when I'm about to pass out from lack of oxygen. Calling for an ambulance is silly, because... well come on... it's not an ambulance worthy situation unless I start turning blue and I'm here a lone with Zoey. So, what is a girl to do? Should I get Josh to take me to the hospital anyway with a chance of feeling better on the way there? What do you guys think I should do? I really want to know, because I'm at a loss, haha.

Sorry for the short post. Tomorrow, I'll give some updates.

When Life Gave Me a Miracle!

I sit here writing this.. already in tears. Going through old pictures, shows me how much you have grown up. You have pushed through so many obstacles in life. You went through crying and crying while you were colic, your lactose intolerance, your ear infections, your speech regression, countless nights of running around when you had your nights and days flipped.. You always tried to stay our happy little girl.

I can't believe it has been 3 years since I first held you. You have changed so many lives!

When I look at you, I see a smart, energetic little girl. Curious about everything around you. You get so excited so easily. Waking up in the morning or seeing Daddy after a long day of work. I can't even imagine what you will be like a year from now. You change so much everyday. You have your ups and downs, but I would take all of your downs as long as your are standing next to me.

You are going to be an amazing sister! Learning and teaching each other everything.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl! You are my world!

You Are 3 Today!

My crazy weekend!

Holy moly! I haven't had a weekend like that in awhile. By the time it was all over, my brain was shutting down and my body was not having it anymore.

So, Friday's blog was supposed to be How-To plan a party on a budget. That obviously didn't happen, haha. I didn't get to sit down for more than 20 minutes very much. When I did, I was either eating, passing out or working on something for Zoey. All that matters is that Zoey had fun.

I'm so glad we could throw her a party and my parents could throw her one, too. My family finally saw the true Zoey, because she was home and comfortable. She talked and talked and talked.
Everyone had fun and Josh and I loved seeing how much she has grown and how much she has changed in the last year.

Messy face!

Saturday's party:

 We threw this one and sadly only her Papaw and Grandma showed up. We got all of the decorations at Dollar Tree. It is pretty much the same quality as the decorations you would get at a superstore (like Walmart). Between her decorations and presents, we only spent $21. I got her presents at Dollar Tree too. She is 3 years old, she'll end up breaking or losing everything. Even their toys are pretty good quality. They sell licensed products, like Disney and Nickelodeon. I don't remember them doing that when I was younger. For food, we got everything at Kroger. A lot of it didn't get eaten on Saturday or Sunday.  

Friday, I deep deep (yes, two deeps) cleaned the house. I bleached almost everything in the kitchen
and the bathroom. I even bleached the floors. After Zoey went to bed, Josh and I blew up a ton of balloons and I stuffed it into the hallway, so when Zoey woke up.. she would be surprised with balloons galore! She loved it! Connor was not happy with me that night, haha. I guess I over worked myself.





Saturday, I cleaned up the mess we made the night before. Dishes, swept floors, and put away our
everyday items. Put out snacks and made Zoey's cake. The "party" started at 1 and her grandparents had to leave about 3. We spent the rest of the day playing and of course more cleaning.

Poor Josh and his eczma

Sunday was much better. We went out for breakfast (Zoey's annual birthday breakfast). She had fun, even though she refused to eat. She got upset when we got back home, because she didn't understand that everyone was coming to us and not the other way around. I started dishes while Josh took Zoey outside to take down some ugly lattice. Took a shower and waited for everyone to arrive. My parents and brother got here around 1:30, followed my brother and his girlfriend, then my sister, brother-in-law, nephew, and niece. We all had fun. Laughed, ate, opened presents, and had cupcakes. For Zoey, she wanted to eat all the icing from the cupcakes. She loves all of her new toys . Everyone left at around 7:30.

I didn't get to sit down just yet. I cleaned up toys and tried to convince Zoey to lay down for bed. After I got her to lay down, it took about 10 minutes for her to crash.

Then, I was finally able to sit down. I looked at my phone for about 30 minutes. I grabbed my pillow and blanket and laid down on the couch. I don't remember after that. I woke up at 2 in the morning in bed... Other than being in excruciating pain, I was super confused. It took me a minute to move an inch. I eventually managed to get out of bed and moved back to the couch.

Zoey came out this morning rearing to go. She went from one toy to the next. Now she is laying next to me, I think she is warn out like me. I'm trying so hard to make this post sound good. If my sentences are choppy and confusing, I'm so sorry. haha. I'm sure many of you understand. One of those, zombie days. My brain doesn't want to function today. My body doesn't want to exert any energy. Thankfully, I had enough energy to coffee.

So, is it going to be a lazy day? Yes, it is. I'll get up for Zoey, but that's about it.

And, she wants to get a bath.. So, that means I need to wrap this up and get her cleaned up.