Here’s a classic pic. My wife, the Cheater. Here she is playing Uno with Maggie and Micah. Notice how she has Maggie and Micah putting their cards face up on the table. Yeah, that’s so she knows how to better play her hand. Cunning, eh? What a cheater…
It’s difficult to focus on winter when it is 50 degrees and sunny outside. So, in celebration of such beautiful winter weather, we broke out the popsicles. Actually, June bought them tonight, thinking they’d feel nice on Micah’s sore throat. I just thought a celebration of warmth rather than giving undue comfort to a sick kid sounded better. 
Micah was undoubtedly infected by one of his many diseased cousins this past week at a birthday party. It is weird how sickness just seems to get passed around, and around, and around… Why can’t I get some of it, though? I have no particular desire to go to work tomorrow, and I have like 7 billion sick-days now. Seriously, I have almost as many sick days as I do vacation days. How dumb is that? I would love to take a “sick day” tomorrow. Hmm, I think I feel a slight parasitic movement in my throat. Could be a virus slithering around!
Have you ever ripped out all of the pages from a spiral bound notebook just to play with the wire? I have. A few times. So has my son. However, unlike my son, I’ve never gotten the wire stuck in my mouth…
I am 32 weeks pregnant now.
There has been so many weird things with this pregnancy. At 9 weeks the gestational sac looked too small and the sono lady seemed to think I might miscarry. Then I found out at 13 weeks that the sac was fine but that I had placenta previa. At my 17 week sonogram they told me that the placenta previa had corrected itself and was no longer a threat. Then at 28 weeks I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes after failing my 3 hour glucose test. I have barely passed with my other pregnancies, but this time I failed. I had to visit with a dietician and was put on a special diet and have to prick my finger 5-7 times a day and check my blood sugar. I have had to give up my pop addiction and most of my desserts. Today I had to go visit a perinatologist (high risk pregnancy doctor) for a consult. I now have to see him every 2 weeks and see my OB doctor every 2 weeks. My doctor isn’t too worried since I have only gained 17 lbs this pregnancy and I am measuring about 2 weeks behind. I was measuring 2 weeks behind with Micah too when I was due with him and he weighed 9.8lbs, so that doesn’t mean much to me. Who knows, maybe I will have a petite little girl finally. They will do a sonogram at 35 weeks and then at 38 weeks and if the baby looks big they may induce me then if the lungs look fine. That would mean only 6 more weeks of pregnancy. I am ready and I think my Damon is even more ready than me.
I am having to work hard to get this little girl. I sure hope its a girl. I will have some explaining to do to Maggie if they are wrong.
Micah and Maggie have been playing chess lately. Maggie has created all of the rules, and if Micah is winning, she makes additional ones. Works out pretty good for her, hey?
I’ve had a long weekend so far. June has been gone; she took off to stay in some hotel with her sisters and ma. So, I’ve been here at home with the kids all to myself. Here’s what I’ve learned: Any guy who thinks that being a stay-at-home ma is all soap operas, naps, and bon bons is a moron. It is work. It is a lot of work. It is unceasing work. It is insanity inducing work. I won’t go into all this weekend has entailed so far, but tonight’s festivities culminated in a scene right out of Caddy Shack. The pool scene. Only it wasn’t a candy bar floating around in my bath tub full of three spastic boys. You know things just aren’t going well when you have to put your kids in the toilet to rinse them off.
June won’t be back until tomorrow evening. God bless her!