Musings of a lurker

While surfing around the net I find myself thinking...

I'm OLD and my family is HUGE! I know, big news huh? Thing is I just don't normally feel like that. Yes, sometimes when everyone wants me at once it hits me but normally...nope, I'm just a mom to some kids. Maybe it's the places I visit online. Maybe it's cause it's the truth. Skimming through one of my old large family haunts found me rolling my eyes about how LARGE their families were...most were having #3, 4 or 5! I did see a few 8 kidders and of course the resident MEGA family who's already thinking about the next baby (you know who you are you nut! I love you!!!) Venturing on the expecting boards is even WORSE! The ladies above would be thought to have HUGE families. LOL

How does it make me feel old? Well, noticing the ages of everyone's kids and how many years married everyone was. I've been married almost as long as some of those moms have been alive!!! Let alone see anyone dealing with 20+yo kids.

Something I saw rubbed me the wrong way though. Women were describing themselves as a pregaholics. Pregaholic? Someone's who's addicted to pregnancy or compulsively needs to be pregnant? I guess it rubbed me the wrong way because we're (large family parents) already seen as thoughtless breeders. To give that excuse as the reason for your large family? Since when was enjoying 9mos of pregnancy compulsion enough to endure a lifeftime of blood sweat and tears? Over and over and over again.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE being pregnant, even with its complications. With Danielle's pg I was the healthiest I've been in decades. I love having a little secret all to myself. To be able to sit there and enjoy the baby's flutters and kicks. (but not yet this time...I'm so ready for it) To know that this baby is ALL mine for the time being and I don't have to share. Seeing some of my online friends near the end of their pregnancy it hit me. I rarely WANT my pregnancies to end. Yes, there have been a few where I couldn't walk (sciatica) or was micromanaged so bad that I just wanted to be done. But for the most part...I'll stay pregnant (these words will probably come back to haunt me). I know I'll probably feel better after the birth but in truth it's a lot easier to take care of the baby while I can carry it inside then in my arms. I'll admit it's not as fun though. :o)

K, musings done...onto life

Pregnancywise I'm doing ok. My blood pressure has been GREAT (120s/70 or 80s). BUT it always has to be something. Now my sugar has decided it wants some attention. My fasting numbers have been creeping up so I upped my insulin another 4units (had permission to do it on my own) 2 days ago. Today I woke up to see it hit 122. :o( I haven't seen that in a while. I think it's time to go to a 2x dose instead of upping my one dose a day. At least a small dose at night to cover my morning numbers. Tomorrow is my appt. For the first time I'm actually having an amnio done. I don't know why this time I decided differently. Maybe it's my age, maybe it's that things haven't been as smooth as I'd like. I'm not really worried about it but do find the procedure creeping into my thoughts more and more as it gets closer. I know tomorrow I'll probably be a nervous wreck.

Familywise everyone is doing well. A few are finishing up on a gross cold but that's par for the course. Island week has ended and the kids are back to school. Sunday night it started snowing a decent amount. Everyone was wondering if the joked about snowday on Monday would be a reality. It didn't last long enough and everything was running on time.

We've jumped from Island week to the start of Birthday week. Friday is Luke's 14th birthday then Olivia turns 7 on Tuesday and Val turns 17 on the following Friday. It looks like we'll have a houseful of boys on Friday. Drew (and maybe Pat) will be helping Luke have an X-box party. I'd thought about taking them bowling or to laser tag but they're both pretty expensive. This way I can spend the money on some yummy food (there again with the food) and let the boys mellow out infront of their games all night. It's how they'd prefer to spend the time anyways. I haven't even started thinking about Olivia's or Val's birthday. Most of the time I don't have to think about Val's...she comes up with the plans.

Danielle has turned into a motormouth. Only problem is...her vocabulary hasn't caught up with her desire to communicate. It's mostly gibberish to us right now (I'm sure she KNOWS what she's saying lol) It's adorable and luckily it isn't frustrating to her to not be understood. Her siblings are doing their part...teaching her irritating and snotty things. Yesterday while walking through the frozen section of Walmart I noticed a man chuckling at Danielle. I look down and see her with her tongue sticking out, nose in the air, head wagging back and forth and her saying...nyaaaah nyah nyaaah in perfect queen brat fashion. *heavy sigh* I can't wait until they have kids of their own and I can repay the favor.

Had a funny moment while shopping at BJs yesterday. Drew was with me and had taken Danielle out of our original cart (groceries were in a new cart). While taking her away from the register he laid her on the register's rollers and pushed her a tiny bit. She was laughing and I was scolding...she could get something pinched ya know! The clerks were giggling and said...she liked that DAD! Drew stiffened up and got a funny look on his face. I corrected them that he was her brother. Their jaws dropped to the ground and they went on and on about how he was the BIG brother and the difference in their age. I didn't bother shocking them even more and saying there were 9 more kids in between them. lol As we walked away I shot over my shoulder to Drew...Come on Honey, we've got to get home before the kids from school get there. For some reason he didn't think I was very funny.

My brain has been driving me crazy. I keep looking around and seeing everything I want to start. Not to mention all the projects that need finishing first. At least the house isn't as bad as it's been. I'm hoping this week to put a big dent into my todo list. I really want to get into my room, clean and paint it so Tom and I can have a place to relax away from the kids (well as much as Danielle will allow it lol). Still have to figure out what to do with Danielle when the baby gets here too. She's in our bed as of now and I don't really have anywhere else to put her. Maybe a few older kids will move out by then, freeing up a room (there's been talk). I'm not counting on it though.

Time to put my body to work and let it try to catch up with my brain. All this thinking of doing things is making me exhausted before I even start!