Here I Am

Bullet time:
- I actually didn't mind having my kids home this summer. They finally started to play with each other really well and stopped fighting (as much), which left me lots of alone time in my bed. Where I spent a lot of time.
- I feel like I owe my bed an apology for not appreciating it enough. It wasn't until November 2009 when we went camping and I slept on the hard ground for the first time in like 15 years that I realized how wonderful my bed truly was. As I was lying in it this summer wishing myself dead from morning sickness I composed a lot of odes to it, but I can't remember them now.
- Avery took it upon herself to be my nurse and would bring me drinks of water and peppermints and wintergreen lifesavers (which strangely helped me feel better). Sometimes she would cry and get mad if I couldn't think of anything for her to bring me while I was in bed.
- The house pretty much fell apart this summer and we still haven't recovered 100%. I'm working on forgiving Chad for several of his comments along the lines: "When are you going to do something around here?" and upon coming home from work, "Still in bed where I left you this morning, huh?" Some days the stench of the dirty dishes in the kitchen was enough to keep me in my room at all costs.
- After a particularly traumatic throwing up in a trashcan and peeing on the pantry floor while Avery dry-heaved and screamed and Rylee missed her piano lesson and yelled at me I decided to fill my Zofran prescription. That helped a lot, but things were never 100% better.
- We took an impromptu long weekend to South Padre Island because if we all didn't get out of the house we were going to die. Literally. We had a great time at the beach and all was well until my Zofran prescription ran out and I threw up on the car ride home because Chad wouldn't stop for lunch until we got to a certain BBQ place that was 6 hours away and NOT EVEN GOOD.
- I have a lot of throw up stories. They all involve me peeing my pants at the same time and the one from last Thursday involves Avery throwing up from watching me throw up and then us being late to pick up Rylee from gymnastics who was crying in the lobby thinking we forgot her. Good times.
-But I'm 16 weeks now and mostly over the hump except for a few bad days here and there.
- AND according to a few ultrasound pictures that seem rather definite... we are having a boy! Chad is beside himself. He keeps talking about the father son campouts he'll get to go on and how he now has someone to go to dinner with before the priesthood session of Conference, and he wanted to get him a onesie that said "Daddy's Number One Draft Pick"... And then he said we should have another son after this one and I said No Way Jose. You made comments about the kitchen being a mess during my morning sickness.
- But we are very excited and now I have to concentrate on explaining to Chad that he gets zero say on the nursery decorating (which he has a sudden interest in now that it's a boy) and that we are NOT naming him Eben Ray and calling him E-Ray.
- Oh yeah, and Rylee started second grade and Avery started kindergaren and Izzy is in her last year of preschool. Good times ahead for the Browns if I can survive homework, soccer season, and battling over names with my husband.

Sorry so stream of conscious, I just figured I should get this post written so I can take a shower after exercising for the first time since May. Go me.