Name was Russel

Good News! We closed on the house yesterday! I think I may have developed carpal tunnel syndrome from all the paperwork I signed, but I was rewarded with Wendy's afterwards, so I was/am happy. The sellers have even generously offered to have all the carpets cleaned before we move in. Woo Hoo! Of course the hubby was slightly upset about that. He wants to move this weekend and be done with it. Personally, I think its going to take us a longer than one weekend, especially with me being forbidden to move anything in my 'delicate condition'. Okay I totally understand that. I do not need to be carrying heavy things, but good god, would people please stop reminding me that I am so damn fragile? I have heard many times that I should enjoy bossing people around and having them do all the work for me, but you all know I'm not that kind of girl. When the truck has gotten stuck in the mud, (eh hem, Aud, if you are still reading this blog you should remember a situation like that) I am one of the first to jump out, into the mud puddle, to help push to un-stick us. I have moved couches and other various furniture items since I was a young 'en because of my mom's need to rearrange the living room every other month. I'm not used to just supervising and its going to be hard for me not to take a more active part in moving my home. I have no choice though, and since we are blessed with so many wonderful friends who have volunteered to help move us, I have no excuse either.

Dave has seriously gone off the over-protective deep end. It’s gotten to the point where he frowns at me if I bend over too far. He made me hot chocolate the other night so I didnt have to get up off the couch. It’s all incredibly sweet, but too soon! What happens when I AM too big to get off the couch?! That’s when I'm going to need the spoiling.
Also, I wish he would talk to the belly more, but I can see why he doesnt yet. It’s just a little bump. I'm hoping when it gets bigger and starts kicking that he will want to talk to it more. He said good-bye and kissed it when I left for Farmington last weekend, but that’s only because I asked him if he wanted to. It felt incredible for me when he did that, so much I almost cried and I can't pin point exactly why. Maybe it’s because I talk to the Crib Lizard™ all the time and Dave doesnt really acknowledge it more than trying to wait on me hand and foot. Maybe it was one of those "family bonding moments" I keep hearing about. *shrug* Anyways, it was very sweet and rare, but maybe thats why it was so special. I really cant wait to see him with the Crib Lizard™ in his arms. Thats going to be the ultimate "family moment" and it will be hard to hold back the tears.
I think we have settled on names, finally. The boy was easy and we actually knew what it was long before we even got pregnant. I thought it would be neat to name a boy after Dave's grandfather on his Mom's side, James William. Plus that name also pays homage to my dad, and also Dave's middle name. A girl was harder. I think we are having a boy, but its better to be prepared than stuck with "Baby Girl Biesecker", so after much deliberation and rejection, we decided on Alexandria Lynne. I discussed with SH and Momma this past weekend and we liked Alexis, but the Hubby liked Alexandria and I liked it a bit more than Alexis too. Plus think of the nick names. Lexi, Allie, Alex, Al..It just goes on and on. Of Course her initals will be ALB (Albuquerque), but ah well. There are kids walking around out there with worse names. The only thing I worry about is we will need to figure out what we will call her before pre-school. I mean Alexandria Biesecker is kind of a long name for a little one. Although it covers just about all the letters of the alphabet, so she would have a head start on that. LOL We cant start her out as Alex Biesecker, because she might be mistaken for boy. Ah shit. We may have to go back to the drawning board for girls names. Crap. Here I was all happy that we had FINALLY settled it, and now, after some thought, it might not work. Ah well.
Alrighty, well this post has gotten hella long and I have spent most of it talking about the unborn Crib Lizard™. There is a lot of stuff going on with the house and Dave is about at his wits end over it, but I'll save that for the next post, which should be soon.

Belly and House Update

Yep, that’s my belly. Remember the flat little thing from The initial Preggo Post. I told you it would soon be gone. Replaced with this small little hump I like to call The Crib Lizard™. Have you ever tried to puff out your tummy real big just to see what you would look like pregnant? That’s what I think it looks like right now. Only it’s like that all the time, even when I'm relaxed. I hung out in my black and white tear away pants and a "tank top" yesterday that was kind of form fitting and I caught a glimps of myself in the mirror. I was shocked I looked like that. I guess I shouldn’t be. I mean, I'm growing a person inside me. Also I keep having aches, kinda like growing pains, so it’s not like I should be surprised. Ah well. I'm only going to get bigger. Be sure to keep watching for my infrequent updates and pictures. :o)

The house thing is going good. They are going to do some inspections and then we will know for sure if we actually want the place or not. I am totally tripping out how grown up all this is. I still feel like the person I was in junior high. Sure, I have more control over my gangly body, I shave my pits regularly, and I feel wiser, but to me, I still feel like I'm a kid. Now, when I actually take a moment to examine my life I find myself married, with a little one on the way, and looking to get into a 30 year mortgage, all willingly. What the hell happened? Life, I suppose. No matter how much we want to, we can’t stay kids forever. Then again, would we really want to? Remember that feeling when you first moved out of your parent’s house? I do, like it was yesterday. I remember the sense of freedom. "Yay! Now I can eat Coco Puffs for dinner every night if I want!" (I did too, for a good month) "Yay! No more curfews! I can stay out as late as I want!" (I did that too. James and I used to go cruising in her Duster til all hours of the morning.) The thing is, with the freedom came responsibility. Supporting myself, making sure I got to work and school on time, that I had enough money to pay my bills and still eat Scronic were all part of the freedom package.
Now, I am an adult. I have been supporting myself for several years, my parents, as wise and supportive as they are, have no more say in how I live my life. I always listen to their advice and try to do the right thing for the hubby and me, but at the end of the day, I have chosen my own path. Now I am taking on more responsibility and I feel like I am loosing a bit of that freedom I hungered for and enjoyed so much when I finally got it. Am I sad? Sure, a little bit. Sometimes, I wouldn’t mind going back to being 18 and mostly free. But would I really trade everything I have to do that? Probably not. I do love my hubby and I am thrilled to be having his/our baby. I can’t wait for The Crib Lizard™ to get here. I'm excited to move in to our first home of our own. I'm not that excited about the house payments, but we will get thru it somehow.

I guess what I'm trying to say, in a very rambling type of way, is that in the month of May, we shall play all day...oh sorry. Got off on a rhyming thing there. What I'm trying to say...eh hemm..is that although I'm tripping out over being a "grown up" I'm happy about it too. I'm entering in the next stage of adventures and I'm actually looking forward to it. I know it isn’t going to be all roses and walks in the park, but I think it will be exciting and rewarding.

I'll let you all know when I know when/if we are moving. Also, I'll post another pic of the belly when it gets a little bigger. (Probably not for a couple of months at least)

Hairy Portal

Wow, my title is kind of nasty. I wonder if it will come up under some nasty porn searches. Hmm. Guess if I start getting strange comments from people who don't normally comment, then I will know. :) I think I'll take the chance. I actually got it from a show I watched last night. No, it wasnt a porn movie. The show was called the "Great Build Off" or something like that. It was about this engineer and 8 other guys who built a Luis and Clark style fort/cabin for this retired police chief guy. He showed how they carved the timbers, laid down the dimensions for the house, made windows and doors, etc. Honestly, I was reading Wintersmith at the time and not paying too close attention. However, towards the end, when they were putting up the door, the host said the words "hairy portal" and for some reason, they broke thru my concentration and I almost rolled off the couch laughing. What the host was talking about was their bear skin door on the front of the cabin. It was, indeed, a hairy portal. What I kept thinking was 'hairy portal' would be an excellent porn name. Especially for a gay man with a particularly hairy ass or a girl who just doesn’t want to shave her poonani. Anyways, there is a little view into my twisted little brain. (By the way 'hairy portal' still makes me giggle like a 6th grader with a newly learned bad word)

I'll post a picture of my belly in the next few days, I think. It has grown some and even a couple of my co-workers commented that I am beginning to show. Wow. I can’t believe I'm in the second tri-mester already. The dreams have gotten somewhat less vivid. Either that or I have just grown accustomed to them. No more morning sickness. Actually, I'm eating a good three full meals a day and even snacking a little in between.
The Hubby and I have been house shopping. That’s been fun and I think we may have found one we like. The only problem is we haven’t looked at that many yet and we wonder if we should look at more before we decide on this one. I really loved it the first time I walked thru the door though, so I think it’s the one I want. I'll keep you updated on that too. :)