HoboBaby

…that I hate feeling nauseous.
…that feeling nauseous and vomiting all the time AND raising a two year old AND working full time at night AND doing it all by yourself while your husband is away blows.
…that if for no other reasons than the above, it’s nice to have him home now.
…that at 10 weeks pregnant I look bloated and fat but not fat enough to fit into maternity clothes so I just look like I don’t care about my appearance in my regular clothes.
…and I kind of don’t anymore.
…that I’ve been sick with an upper respiratory thing for three weeks now… and let’s just say that blowing my nose and feeling the thick sticky wad of snot pull at the back of my throat is NOT MY THING. GAG. HEAVE. VOMIT. REPEAT.
…that my baby is due to make an appearance sometime around March 6, 2010?
…that I know how to plan?
…that my two year old is the latest and greatest thing to ever come around.
…that having my husband home is both nice (I get to SLEEP after work!) while at the same time incredibly trying.
…that while he’s gone every summer I get used to doing everything on my own.
…that Tuesday he rubbed my head and my back and I don’t think he made one comment about my moodiness or not feeling well which might make this THE BEST DAY EVER.
…that I feel like a total failure of mom sometimes because Avelyn is so so smart and I haven’t felt well enough to remember to call any of the MDO/preschool programs for the fall and now I fear all the good ones will be full.
…that the aforementioned child actually asks when she is going to go to school, unprompted.
…that my incredibly smart, incredibly beautiful, incredibly funny daughter is just that — SO incredible.

Did I tell you she can count to 15?  She gets 1-4 mixed up, always, but the girl knows what number comes after each number up to 15.  She can’t give a flying flip about singing her ABC’s, can’t recognize a letter to save her life, but she can recite half the nursery rhymes in the book, can “read” nearly all the words to “The Foot Book”, asks me to sing “Widdle mermaid song!” and knows the verse after each verse I sing, and can carry the tune.

Did you know that she is 37 inches tall?  Or that she fell at Seaworld, back in JUNE, and will tell you that she fell outside the sharks, that her knee was “beeding” and the man sprayed it with spray and put a big “ban-aid” on and then she was okay?  She tells everyone this story.  The child remembers everything.

Do you know that when we go shopping she can carry all her own things right up to the register, tell the salesperson exactly where she found it, what color it all is, that her Mommy is going to buy it for her and when we leave she always says “Bye! See you waiter!” and just makes me the proudest Mommy in the whole world.

Do you know that I adore her with every fiber in my being?

Have I told you lately, that I love her?