23 Weeks, A "New Moon" is full in my belly!

Last week Baby Girl Green was the size of a spaghetti squash...help me out...the spaghetti squash seems bigger than the large mango that she is this week (below)...are the people who make up the fruit sizes on acid? Also, most people haven't even heard of a spaghetti squash...how random is the food comparison. You know what else, they should be comparing the baby's size to foods that pregnant women actually eat. For example, this week your baby is the size of three giant scoops of ice cream similar to the scoops you have every night while you watch television and grow larger. Baby Girl Green is the size of a large Mango this week...according to the averages, she should be weighing in at a little over a pound and just over 11 inches long.

Today is the premiere of the movie "New Moon." Yes, I am a vampire fan. Being 32-years-old and pregnant, I was unable to purchase my ticket early and attend the 12:01 a.m. screening. I hope to see it soon with my girl posse. The books are amazing and Robert Pattinson (Edward Cullen) is an easy-on-the-eyes-actor playing one of the main characters. I can't wait to get my "Twilight Saga" fix. These are the things I have to look forward to as a pregnant woman. A few hours away from hubby and toddler son, holding a giant bucket of buttery popcorn and drinking a taboo, loaded with caffeine coke while I fantasize about a fictional "vegetarian" vampire. Wow, the word loser pops into my ever-decreasing brain. Oh well, the nausea continues. I have a new symptom...headaches that make me want to stab a drillbit into my head. Oh, and people have started the "Are you sure you aren't having twins?" comments that I love! Great, thanks for telling me how fat I am, gotta love those members of the church! Ugh!!!! Oh well, enough griping...enjoy your weekend!

My Magic Johnson "32" Birthday

Yes folks, this is a picture of Earvin "Magic" Johnson, my favorite basketball player of all time. Today, I celebrate his number after turning 32-years-old at 5:08 p.m. I'm not a crazy fan, but I've been calling this my Magic Johnson year for a couple of months. There has to be something for a person to look forward to when turning such an obscure age. Oh hey, you're 32 now, which means you are really in your thirties Lizzo. No more clinging to I just turned 30, or I just entered my thirties, I'm in them. I have to say that I had a very nice weekend with my family and got great messages and greetings from my family and friends today. Thank you so much for your love and remembering me today. It was a slam dunk day for eating. I got treated nicely at every meal...thanks. I was feeling pretty well for most of the day too, but of course the nausea reared its ugly head in the evening...but I didn't take any medication until like 6 p.m....it's a record! Keep me in your prayers and the little one in my belly...I just want to feel better and enjoy some of this pregnancy. Hugs and Kisses!

Life's Realizations Come Anytime, Anyplace

I have hit week 11 of pregnancy. I am still nauseous, but there has been a little movement on the other end. Yeah, for little miracles. The greater miracle and realization today is that I am blessed with two wonderful Green guys in my life already. Although my husband has trouble understanding what I'm going through and why I'm so gross everyday, he has been so much more understanding through this pregnancy. As we watch our Hanker grow, we are still in complete awe of God and the things he blesses our lives with, mostly our son. I began the search for a Mother's Day Out program today for Hank. I feel like during the pregnancy it would help both Hank and me to have a little time to ourselves. It was truly an eye-opening experience...more to write about that later. My thoughts were, I will never need a break from my son so badly that I will place him somewhere I don't trust. Bern and I have worked so hard for two years with Henry, not to have him slowly unraveled at the hands of total strangers. Like I said...more to say on that subject later. What I realized is how much I love those in my life. I know it's a silly time for that realization, but it's those moments you embrace, enjoy, yell, scream, and then hug your child and lather him with kisses. I don't know your predicament in life or if you have anyone around you, but please know that life is worth it for yourself and I'm sure for someone else in your life. Even when your belly hurts and you can't see straight from no sleep, there is something worth living for and holding onto...your family. I love these guys. I hate that I'm sick, but at the end of the exhaustion and stomach churning and body transformation...I get a beautiful blessing from God, another baby. Hugs and Kisses!

10 Weeks, 1/4 of the way complete, Feeling terrible!

Wow, pregnancy is so fun!!! Please note that the previous statement is loaded with sarcasm that is hard to read, but hear me saying it the way you know I would. I have hit the 10-week mark today. I truly have little to report. I am on my third anti-nausea drug, and I still feel quite nauseous. After a visit to the doctor yesterday, I have dropped the prenatal vitamin for now, trying some new nausea medication, oh...and time to try the "colon blow." Yeah, you heard it correctly. On top of nausea, exhaustion, and overall disdain for pregnancy, I'm suffering from constipation too. Great, now the whole world knows...as they should...pregnancy is not great for everyone!

Okay, positives...sticking to the theory that the yuckier the pregnancy, the healthier the baby. Hank goes around all day saying "apple juice," because he loves it. If I feel like eating cookies for breakfast, that's what I eat because nothing ever sounds good. Um...a little help here...

UGH! There is nothing like bending over to pick up the laundry basket and having to swallow vomit. Nice thoughts. Please send happy thoughts and well prayers my way! Hugs and kisses always!

WHERE DO I GET COOL BACKGROUNDS?

All of you bloggers have cool pages...where do I get cool templates? HELP!

Apparently, the Quiver isn't yet full...bun in the oven.

Is anybody out there in the exact place that I am at this moment? If you are, misery loves company. Tomorrow I will be 8 weeks pregnant with my second child, God willing there is only one in my belly, however...God willing there could be two or three little rascals in there making me sick every moment of every day. I mean physically ill, nausea. I have had a few moments when looking at little baby shoes and cute little "baby things," when I have smiled for a second and thought...what a blessing...this is going to be awesome...the thoughts are fleeting. Someone told me in my first pregnancy that the sicker you are during your pregnancy the healthier your baby. I'm sticking to that thought right now. Hanker turned out to be an awesomely healthy little guy, so maybe another healthy baby is in order. I haven't actually thrown up, but the vomit has been in my mouth, and I've had to swallow it down. Wow, how nasty is this blog now?!! I'm on my second prescription for nausea. The first one did not help with the nausea, it just put me to sleep...like I need help sleeping right now. I picked up my prenatal vitamin today...it's a capsule and a caplet (Romeo and Juliet) not so romantic. You should read the instructions. Ridiculous. It actually wants me to time taking the pills an hour before I eat something or two hours after I eat. That's funny, I'm supposed to be eating crackers and junk for the nausea all day...how is that going to fit in? It also talks about don't eat dairy, tea, coffee, something else 2 hrs. before or 2 hrs. after...are you kidding? Side effects...constipation, diarrhea, nausea...nice...I already have two out of three...thanks...I guess getting the third would be a relief to the other two. Oh, and get this stool softener if you take this pill for nausea...oh, and by the way everyone...the nausea is not going away! I'm the poster child for terrible pregnancies. Today on one of the talk shows, (I watched because it was all about women) this women is talking about how she loved being pregnant, so she had two other pregnancies for other couples. Unbelievable. I wonder what the experience would be like from a positive standpoint? I will become more positive...God has a plan. I'm just lost in nausea, exhaustion, and fear that I'm caring twins.
On a brighter note, Henry Mason Green is an awesome little boy. He really has been great, aside from climbing the kitchen table, sitting on the end tables in the living room, standing on the computer table, and trying to ride our dog Casey who has arthritis and hip problems. He's a stinker, and he's mine, and he's out of my body...which is a great thing! Hugs and Kisses!

When do you know that your quiver is full?

In the Bible, not sure which passage because I'm lame, it talks about having a quiver...the family you are to have under God. Every one's quiver is a different size...some with kids, some without. How do I know how many kids are supposed to be in my quiver? Why is the transition to two kids from one so difficult to make? I feel like Carrie Bradshaw off of "Sex in the City." Instead of posting info about an outrageous sex life, I'm talking about boogers, poop patterns, and when to have another child. Is there something wrong with me that I don't have that, "I can't wait to have another," feeling. Motherhood has been more trying than anything I've ever accomplished in my life. My husband and I took a trip to Mexico before the Swine Flu outbreak, and it was the most amazing week I've had in a long time. No responsibility, just me and my Zune on the beach and by the pool. It was a week of being my old self. On one of the talk shows recently, they discussed the whole "Mom" thing. They said that after having kids, you can never return to who you were before having kids, but you have to reinvent yourself. This is so true. The hard part is finding your identity once you have a kid. Getting past just being Hank's Mom, as if that shouldn't be enough. However, you are constantly asking yourself, "Where did I go?" Being a Mom should be the definition of sacrifice. Don't get me wrong, I love my son and being his mother, but can I do this all again...advice would be great! Happy Blogging!

Just a precious little monster...seriously, I love him!

HANK DECIDED TO READ HIS BIRTHDAY CARD FROM HIS GRANDMA AND GRANDPA MASON OVER AND OVER. IT'S MY DAD'S VOICE SINGING THE SPECIAL SONG HE CREATED FOR HANKER. THE SONG IS BASED ON AN OLD RICE-A-RONI COMMERCIAL.