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Tristan William Tate

Born @ 3:07 pm on 11/26/2009 (Thanksgiving Day),

9 lbs 15 ozs, 20" long

(pic couresty of Steph @ ABellaV Photography)

I am ready for something new. I get tired of being stuck at home day after day with two kids that rarely listen to a word I say and band together to fight the forces of evil....which would be me. I am getting to the point where all I do is start crying when I even think of how I am going to fit a baby into this chaos. I really don't know how I'm going to do it. I'm sure things will be fine once he gets here but in the meantime, the stress of it all is really getting to me. A lot of days, I feel like Jeff and Kate are just passing through and have better things to do. Maybe I'm just hormonal, maybe things have been building up for awhile, maybe I just need a break. Whatever. Just like everything else, I'll find a way to deal with it all and move along, even if it's a little slower than I'd like.

Bedrest with 2 kids to take care of? Yeah right. My doctor put me on 6 weeks of strict bedrest. I have been cramping like CRAZY and have had contractions off and on daily. I've been through this before, I know to lay down for an hour, drink an insane amount of liquid and empty my bladder as often as possible. So, I hadn't really been concerned about it all but when my doctor checked me out, I am already in the dialation/softening phase. So....here we go again. I was given a week to try to simplify things around here so I wouldn't have much to do. Suggestions were to buy frozen meals or make some and freeze them for quick dinners, split laundry up so that the loads become smaller and actually less work, make the kids do more for themselves, etc. etc. This isn't going to work. I can tell you that already. It's not like I do a ton of stuff around here but there are days when the boys don't let me sit down for very long. It's always something. And somehow they know when things are bad for me because that's when all hell breaks loose and my stress level skyrockets. So, bedrest? Yeah, if it happens it happens. If not, well, I'm not perfect, right?

I wish people would stop throwing bread crumbs at me. I may waddle like a duck but I don't eat like one.

I woke up this morning wondering if the Opera needs anyone to close out their act.

It's amazing what time does. I'm tired. I hurt. I think I'm completely crazy for carrying this baby inside of me. I am currently 24 weeks along and feel like I've hit my 9th month. Not just on the uncomfortable level but this baby feels big. He is sprawled out from hip to hip and cradles himself at the base of my tummy. I imagine it's completely comfy down there because he doesn't change positions much. He does like to kick and punch though. Especially when it's time for me to go to bed. As soon as I lay down, he's up and moving around. Sometimes I think I've just upset his comfy spot and he now needs to find a new one and other times it feels like he's just letting me know that he's up, getting his exercise, practicing for his life on the outside. Regardless of his position or movements, I love the feeling of him bouncing around. It never ceases to amaze me that I have once again been given the incredible gift of carrying a child. It's an amazing feeling having a little life growing inside of you. I feel bad for complaining. I try not to but I'm tired. It's certainly one one situation where I have to admit that I am getting older. My body is different than it was two years ago. (sigh)