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Friday, June 7, 2013

Oh Texas Summer

We are all still alive over here, just settling in to the quiet madness that is summer in South East Texas.
{For the record, I don't like this picture...but after 3 tries of my hair looking weird, and me looking weird..this is what we got...oh well...}
I am still pregnant....shocker.... I am purdy huge, but my doctor is scheduling an ultrasound in 2 weeks to check the baby's size, and see where we are.  This came after a pointed conversation about my rapid weight gain recently, and how she wanted to check him for size "just to be sure" ....I got the feeling she might think he needs to come a little early...she didn't say that, just eluded...could totally be wishful thinking on my part.  She might let this whopper cook until late July, at which point I envision myself giving birth to a 13 pound Christmas ham who will wear 2T clothes upon his exit and break his little bassinet. What...? You know my flare for dramatics ;) And yes, I said rapid weight in I gained 4 pounds in 2 weeks. I haven't been eating crap, or even fact I eat waaay less now than I did a few months ago. Most days I don't feel that hungry, and when I eat, I get full really fast. I think it is due to the fact that my stomach is now most likely located in my left shoulder area...can't imagine there being room for it anywhere else. Anywho, I will have a long way to go to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight.   After this little alien is state side,  I think I will document that weight loss journey here on the blog.  I am hoping it will help keep me accountable, and as always, provide an outlet for my ramblings about jazzercise and protein shakes. I just can't wait.

{Before he knew there would be singing and clapping...}

The Monkey "graduated' from kindergarten this week. It was a shit show. There are certain things that autistic kids, and particularly my autistic kid cannot handle. 1. Crowds 2. Group singing 3. Clapping 4. Being made to sit especially in front of a bunch of people. So naturally a kindergarten graduation complete with singing and clapping in front of 200+ parents was just a perfect way to spend his morning. Instant meltdown city. My sweet boy had to be carried off the  stage by his teacher while flailing and kicking after...ohhh......about 45 seconds of the program. It just got worse from there when she tried to give him a cupcake in his classroom. The nerve of some teachers.  But seriously, it does suck that he can't enjoy normal stuff like being in his first little program. It bummed me out the rest of the day, but once we were at home in our safe little bubble where we NEVER sing happy birthday or clap, and avoid crowds, my little man was fine.
Our rarely mentioned 15 year old, Sissy Bug, has done a fantastic job wrapping up her school year. While she made us agonize over her grades all year long, and required heated "discussions" into the night about grades and responsiblity; she managed to pull out the year with all A's and B's.  She also got perfect attendance, and "best actess" in her drama class-  complete with a little trophy. Yes, we live with a 15 year old who was given the best actress award.....we know how scary that is.  Now she is off for an adventure for the summer, leaving for 3 weeks to travel with her cousins and best friend. We will miss her, but I really hope she has fun. And it will be nice for me and the Hubs to have a little time to just chill ourselves. Teenage girls, even the most amazingly behaved ones, are exhausting.
Work has been busy for both of us, and has exhausted the Hubs this week. He looked tired down to his bones last night. Late night bloody crime scenes will do that to ya. We are both ready for some down time. Aside from helping my folks with a downed tree at their place, our weekend will consist of a whole lot of sittin, and whole lot of sippin sweet tea and trying to stay cool in Texas summer. I would also love to get some more fishing in. That has quickly become one of our new favorite ways to spend our down time.  I am excited about a weekend of nothing.

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