Mama Arty v.2.0

So, there's a facebook page that came across my news feed the other day called "Soldiers Aren't Heroes" and I decided to blog about this. Here's the deal, as I see it. I know the goal there is to upset people, get them going, and piss them off, but you know what, it doesn't upset me that a site like that exists. If you ask any service member if they are a hero, they aren't going to say yes. They will argue that, in fact, they are far from heroes, and are just ordinary men doing their jobs. Heroism is something that is percieved in somebody by others, it's not something that anyone ever sees in themselves. And anyone who tells you " im a hero ," is full of themselves, among other things; and likely lying.   If you could ask those who gave their lives in service of this country if they thought they were heroes, they would likely turn shyly away and shake their heads no. That's a quality in a person that makes them heroic. Nobody ...

So, yesterday went completely against plans. I was planning on cleaning the critters and hanging out with Linda for a while, but nope, seems my body had different plans. During our trip to wal-mart I started to feel kinda 'yucky,' ended up in labor and delivery.  They hooked me up to the monitor for a while, and when they checked my cervix and it was closed, I was pretty excited about the idea of getting to go home and resuming my normal day to day. But then they said they wanted to keep me for observation for 2 hours! I was so upset... you know at the beginning of this pregnancy I was so happy that my doctor told me that I could basically function as a normal person... at the end of observation, after the contractions had calmed down and there was still no change to my cervix, I was told that my days as a normal girl were done.  I am officially back to my broken self... doing stupid things like having to buy 1/2 gal of milk because I can't carry a full one, and ...

Well, as we all know.. im 22 weeks pregnant. I'll be just a day shy of 23 on my appointment on Monday and I really want my doctor to do a complete exam to check my cervix and make sure it's still doing what it is supposed to be doing. It would be nice if we caught it, just ONCE, before I hit 3cm. ya know??? Avoid some hospital time.  But, the catch here is that I have to bring all 3 of the kids with me on Monday to my appointment. I just don't know about that. I just... that's not right! I am honestly not sure what to do? And I'm thoroughly distracted right now by that turtle picture I chose for this entry hahaha  I just really don't feel comfortable with them being in the room but all my wonderful friends (and I am soooo not saying that sarcastically lol) have appointments for their kids that day, at conflicting times, so there's just no other option but to take the girls along with me to the appointment. I just don't want to NOT get it done,...

I feel like I have finally started to make progress around here. I don't feel like the house is running me anymore, but I am once again running the house. It's a nice change of pace. With soon-to-be 4 little ones running a muck, I have firmly come to the realization that I just can't slack, I have to stay on top of it. I have minor things that I have to do this weekend, so it makes me feel a lot better that the weekend, though likely to be boring and uneventful, can at least be enjoyed to some extent. I want to spend some quiet time with the kids, between them goofing off, maybe chow down on some poppity-corn (that is what the girls call it) and watch a cute movie.  I want to get a little yard work done this weekend. weed-wack the backyard, pull some weeds in the garden, and maybe get around to washing the car and windows. We will see. Sure wish I had a husband here to help, but at the same time, I like knowing that I can handle all of it on my own when I need to. I ...

It was a rough morning. It shouldn't have been, but it was. I am 100% taking responsibility for my mental/emotional breakdown that ended up directed at the kids. Makes me feel like a bad mommy. :/ I am just overwhelmed I guess. Or I felt like it today. I think I'm okay now. Had to cry it out like a damn toddler, but I have regrouped and am doing better. I just want school to be over, have my baby home with us all everyday and not have to over stress about stupid things like library books, Friday folders, homework packets, and spelling tests. I'm so grateful that Stasia is a smart cookie because I don't know if I could handle dealing with a kid that didn't get things easily right now.  I miss my husband like all hell right now! The long weekends can be depressing. I am happy for my friends that don't have to be dealing with deployments right now because deployment sucks, but I hate being the only one with a husband that is gone. It gets very lonely when al...

Warning: to all you who dare befriend me. Deployment is apparently an incurable, horrible contagious, disease that you cannot protect yourself against; and I am carrying the bug. Or so it would seem. You know, I just don't get it... but I have seen it sooo much now. Your husband leaves and then your friends spread three sheets to the wind and avoid you like some type of plague. I hope that, at least some people, are smart enough to know that deployments are a scheduled thing, and it is not because you went near me that your husband picked up orders to ship out. Okay, in all seriousness though. I appreciate fair-weather friends about as much as root canals or cervical checks. But my time in the suck, as a Marine wife, has taught me some things. You can't sweat the small shit; and unfortunately in this world, some people fit that bill. Back when my husband was rocking one chevron and I thought friends were so important, I would waste so much time and energy trying to figure out j...

We have hit the 21 week mark. you know most women are excited to hit the second leg of the pregnancy, they are finally out of the wood-works, and know that all its about is baby gaining weight, developing lungs, and waiting for its entry into the world. Not so much around here. After them first 20 weeks, my pregnancies quit being fun and start being scary. Other women get excited to feel their babies moving so much, all this little boy does is move around, and it's making me nervous, he agitates my uterus; hasn't caused any contractions yet, but he's still got some room and doesn't have the strength of a 28-32 weeker yet. Don't get me wrong, I love being pregnant, but its scary. And its scary to know I am carrying a boy because they suck at doing good if they are born early. I suppose it will be what it will be and there isn't anything I can do to change the plans set in place for our family. I honestly dont think anything is going to go wrong, I think everythin...