Not Waving, but drowning

So just a quick breath of air.

I have so much to tell you guys!  Mother's day stories, Oliver's birthday party, lots and lots.

Oh...and a second blog..... YEP!

And a giveaway...... YEP!

But first- I have finals.  This week and next.

Today is my hardest one of them all....in roughly two hours.  I feel good.

I need to keep this up- remember?!

So that is where I will be. For now.  But I will be back.

Keeping my eyes on the prize-

J.Danger

p.s.- oh ya- there will be cookies too! Delicious delicious cookies.  So come back!  Wait for me...

WW: Hellllllllooooo Third Trimester!

Taking it easy for all you sinners out there...

Warning- I am taking a cue from my friend  Nicole, and spouting off some bragging rights.  So if you are not interested in hearing about how awesome I am, or in anything pertaining to me and school, this would be a good time to go feign interest in someone else's blog.

Still reading?  You've been warned, so I don't want to hear it.

Ok.  I am pretty pleased this semester folks.  One class is iffy- it all weighs on my final- but assuming that it goes well, I am only weeks away from a 4.0.

That's right, STRAIGHT MOTHER EFFING A's bitches!

I am so excited, I cannot wait to wrap this semester up.  I still have three (ish) weeks to go, which I am sure will be absolutely pleasant and breezy (yeah right!) but then I am done for now.  After this, I have only two more teensie weensie classes left.  I come back for those in August.  Yes, August.  Roughly five days after Elliot is due.  Fun Fun Fun!

Fortunately, Cory, my mom, and the entire department here at school has rallied around me on this one.  Two of my professors have independently written in for me to receive the department scholarship for next semester.  And assuming that my grades roll in like I expect them too this semester, then my private scholarship will also be renewed next semester.  Then I wait for Honors grants from the University, which should be finalized in June.

I also got asked to work with one of the professors here over the summer.  She has a book coming out in January and she has asked me to continue working on it with her, which is (lining our pockets and giving me publishing credit and spiffy lines on my C.V) terribly exciting!

I also am getting really excited about Grad school!  My GPA is on track, my C.V. is lining up nicely, and my GRE's are (so far) on par.  I can see it in the horizon.  But that is another story entirely....it makes my heart race a little to think about it.

So - that's that.  I am really excited.  It is such a nice feeling to know that not only am I finally finishing (TEN YEARS LATER- LITERALLY) but that I am finishing remarkably well.  I have worked so long and so hard on this, I almost can't believe that this stage is almost done.  It is also exciting to see Tomas so excited.  I promised myself a long time ago that if I started this, I was damn sure going to finish it; if not for myself than at least for him because my kids are watching and Cory and I are their first and foremost examples.  I want them to see me finish.  So I will.

Plus, Cory and my mom and so many people have poured so much into this for me, and so many members of the faculty have put themselves on the line for me- I would be doing them a disservice if I did not finish this.

So I will.

And I will finish well.

Oh!  And guess what-  we are officially in the third (and LAST) trimester!  We are getting ready to welcome the new little one in only a few months.  And by getting ready, I mean talking about doing things to get ready, and then not doing them.  Oh, and mentally preparing ourselves for the house to instantly feel smaller, stinkier, messier, and generally more full of boyish-ness.  You know that feeling, moms.  Anyone?  Anyone?

Almost as though Karma is trying to warm me up for having count em 1-2-3 boys, my coffee pot broke.  So this morning resulted in three different ways of me attempting to make coffee somehow, none of which succeeded.

This is going to be totally sweet.

xoxo,

J.Danger

Pubescent Pregnancy

Pregnancy is a lot like puberty, oddly enough.

Your body starts growing RAPIDLY in weird places.  Like your feet, and your abdomen.  And your chin. And your feet STAY that big too! 

" I guess that's the way the whole durned human comedy keeps perpetuatin' itself".

Your hormones go bezerker, (BEZERRRRRRR-KER!) and half the time you have no idea what the hell is going on in there.

You think everyone is always staring at you (because they are).

You worry if your significant other will still be in loooooovvvvve with you in the morning.

You eat.  A LOT.

And, you grow funny hair in funny places.

Lets face it ladies, it's true.

I have this halo of new hair growth.  Makes me look like a damn angel.  A frizzy, mousy BROWN, stand-straight-up-CONSTANTLY-despite-numerous-applications-of wax-and-hot-iron-angel.

I should be sainted.

Not to mention the quickly multiplying GRAY HAIRS. 

And my belly... or Elliot's belly actually, because lets just keep it real here, is fuzzy.  FUZZY.  Fuzzy navel anyone?

Captain disgusto.

But, you know how I know it is a lot like puberty?

(Here is the part where the men in my house begin to hate me.  Oh well...)

Because Tomas is hittin' the ground running with this one folks.

Lets just say that I am NOT the only one on Team Danger growing hair in weird places.

Tweens?   Not the best hygiene practices.  Every once and a while, despite his embarrassment, I force him to bath, and I get a month's worth of scrub on.  Last night- there was obvious hair.

I cried.  And then I died a little bit on the inside.  Because that's my baby, my little man.

And now my little man is becoming a medium man.

Next is girls...and squeaky voice...and phone calls....and "privacy".

What is a mom to do?

Do you think he will notice if I start un-raising him?  Like maybe if I just act like HE is the new baby?  

Maybe no one will notice?

What?!

Can I tap out now?

xoxo,

(The ever expanding and graying) J.Danger

   

WW: When Cory Proposed

Grand Advice

Here's the thing about being pregnant.  People think that you want their advice.

ALL THE TIME.

Guess what folks- this is my, count em, third pregnancy.  I think I got it down this time.

No, I don't know your great aunt so and so who tried such and such to lose weight while pregnant. And no, I don't want to know what you think about ankle swellage or boob leakage.  This shit just happens when you're pregnant.

You know what I do want?  You- to shut the hell up.  I got this.

Oh, and lets not forget about the ones that don't have kids and give pregnancy and/or parenting advice.  Those are always the best, not to mention TOTALLY warranted.

And you- the ones that always feel free to walk up to pregnant women that you don't know and rub their bellies?  We are not waddling Buddhas in skirts and loud prints.  We will not bring you luck.  We are probably hungry and sore, and will bite your face off.  STOP IT.

And yes, I know that I am huge.  What can I do?

Yes, I am SUUUUURRRRRE that it is only one  thankyouVERYmuch.

And yes, I know that 986,783, 480.2 women in the United States choose to birth in hospitals, induced, with drugs and fancy concoctions and be all knocked out for the whole thing.  

But guess what- I am not one of them.  And, despite what you think, THIS IS PERFECTLY OK.  Trust me.

Oh, and men that dole out advice about birthing- what the hell?!

I know exactly what you mean when you say "ways to help move labor along" and I want NONE of that.  

Unless you bring me super hot spicy delicious Mexican food.

Then, maybe we can talk.

xoxo,

J.Danger

Not cool.

Apple, Apple, oh how I usually stand proudly by your side as an iGeek.

But this?

Not cool.  Totally not cool.

Giveaway tomorrow!

Stay tuned....

xoxo,

J.Danger