Blog.

Dear blog,

I hate the internet at work, it’s so slow. Well my sites are slow. They probably do this on purpose, so I go on them less. But the truth is, I have more patience at work because I have nothing better to do!

I hate rain. I would really enjoy it, if we didn’t have anymore rain, for at least a week. It’s rained like at least every day this month. We’ve probably had more rain in July then we have in a year. Oh, and ps, if it rains on my camping trip this weekend, I’m going to be very upset with you (not you blog, but whoever is in charge of rain, I’ll be mad at them.)

I also hate sleeping, sleeping makes you more tired. They should make this stuff that you take and it’s like sleeping except 10 minutes later you feel refreshed and ready to go without sleeping. Mhmm, I’m going to get started on inventing that.

Things I learned yesterday.

So I was writing a postcard to a friend yesterday, cause it’s fun to write things to people . Plus, I have these postcards I’ve never used but have had for like a few years, with postage paid, so I figure this was a good time to use it. So, if anyone else wants a post card.. LOL But anyways, back to what I learned. I was googling ‘What to write on a postcard’ and it said ‘Random facts, jokes, etc…’, so  went for the ‘random facts’ one because who doesn’t love random facts? So what did me and the friend not have in common? Well that one was easy, so I was googling ‘random facts about Canada’ and this is what I discovered.

• Americans get mail on Saturdays. Crazy, I’ve never even heard of that!
• Americans don’t have ketchup-flavored chips. WHAT?! This one was a shocker, I mean not that Ketchup chips are THAT good, but still, to not have ever tasted them. That’s ridiculous!
• Canada has more cars than anywhere else in the world. Apparently, we have a 1 car for every 2 people ratio.
• The population of Canada only lives in about 2% of Canada’s land. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the second biggest country with a population 10 times smaller then the US.

There were more, but I included them in the post card, and I want them to be a surprise for that friend.

Like mother, like daughter?

Oh no, this cannot be good at all. Mom made a comment to me on the phone on how C is becoming more and more like me every single day. So I sat down and made a lists of things that we have in common…

1. Strong willed – That child, if she wants something she will go for it. Don’t let anything stop her either. I guess that kind of sounds like me?
2. Independent - Trust me, she’s like Miss Independent. She won’t even let me help her walk, she looks at me with this look and just says “NO!”. So I guess I’m a little independent too.
3. Helpful – She loves to help, not that she can much. But she does what she can. I think A was in the high chair one day for some reason and she had dropped something to C went to get it for her, she couldn’t exactly give it to her.. but she tried. Okay, so I help people for a living…
4. Smiley – The kid always smiles, even when she cries. I suppose I’m a pretty happy person.

And that’s where I stopped. Maybe me and C are a lot alike? It’s cute. Maybe when she grows up we can all be best friends and we’ll go shopping and get a montage done, just like in the movies. Or she’ll rebel like I did and we’ll have a horrible relationship for a few years, but she’ll get over it and we’ll be best friends again. Or I could get a time stopping machine and just never let her grow up, because she’s too grown up already. My baby girl is going to be 10 months in 2 days! A is going to be 2 and a half in 2 days too. Ugh, stop growing babies.

Opa!

You’re probably wondering what inspired me to make Greek food tonight. Why not Chinese? Or Italian? Maybe French?
Because Greek food, is by far, the most delicious food out there.
Why?
Because everything in Greek cuisine is dipped in fat, cooked in fat or made of fat.

That’s right. Fat. It’s the best part of the meal. I made dinner for brothers and I tonight. I used recipes from my new Greek cookbook. I made fried vegetables with yogurt sauce, anoghia lamb and apples stuffed with dried fruit. Now, that seems all innocent. But really, what’s so good about fried veggies, spaghetti cooked in lard and apples drizzled in oil and butter. Mmm, best dinner ever.

So if anyone needs a Greek dinner made? I’ll come over. Don’t expect it to get done fast though. I started making dinner at 5 and it wasn’t done till 7. Just thought I’d let you know.

“Fresh from the dentist clean feeling.”

I have NO idea what people are talking about when they say this. I went to the dentist this morning and I definitely did not experience this ‘fresh from the dentist clean feeling’. My gums were hurting, my teeth felt like they had been pulled out and my breath definitely did not feel fresh at all. What I’m wondering is, who are these people that walked out of the dentists office feeling like their mouth has been to heaven and back? I’d really like to meet them.

On the other hand. I do love my tooth brush. I don’t get a ‘dentist clean feeling’ but my mouth does feel fresh .

It’s a girl!

I went for my U/S today. Results are in; Peanut is officially a girl. A little small, but the doctor said that was fine and that she would probably be a small baby. Maybe even smaller then C was. Good!

Today’s going to be a short update, I stayed up late yesterday reading a friend’s book. It was so good. I might go to sleep soon, I’m so tired.

“You are what you eat.”

If that expression prove to be true, I’m probably going to become a pizza in the next few days. I really wonder how that would work out. Will my hair become crust? Maybe my eyes will turn to pepperonis? Hmm. Two large pizzas in two days? Good job, Emilie, you well on your way to be 600 pounds!

C is becoming more and more independent every day. She’s so determined to walk and she loves standing. Yesterday, she stood up on her own while holding onto the couch. When I went to grab her hand to get her to walk a bit. She looked at me and say ‘no’! Silly girl! She also likes to take a book and look at the pictures by herself. She’ll just sit there with the book and point at something then laugh. She’s growing up so fast..

Baby registries. Ugh, picking stuff for baby #2 is WAY harder then baby #1. The first baby is pretty easy. You need everything. The second baby is so much harder, especially if someone is INSISTING on throwing you a baby shower. I mean, I like baby showers and all, but not mine. I’ve realized I barely need anything with this baby, except big items… I need a crib (the whole set, obviously), a few onesies (because all I have are yellow ones), cloth diapers (because I don’t have any newborn ones), a car seat (since C is still using hers), maybe an infant carrier (I never had one with C and I did fine without it… but apparently it’s really convenient), some stuff for BFing, diaper bag and that’s it, I think…

Twenty.

Twenty weeks.

That’s how long I’ve been pregnant.
That’s how long I have till Peanut joins us.
That’s how long Mike & I have been separated.

It’s kind of crazy to think that I’m half-way there. I hate to think of this baby as a ‘reminder’ of me and Mike not being together and all, but it’s definitely getting harder. I can’t help to think that I’m on my own now. It never really hit me. I want to say that I feel bad for this baby, because even though it will be loved to the maximum, it just wasn’t really what I had in mind as a ‘going away present’ from Mike. I feel so bad when I even think about all of this.

Everything seems real now. I’m not just pregnant. I’m having another baby. Eight weeks ago (? – not exactly sure when it was) when I went for my first u/s, I saw the baby, heard the baby’s heartbeat but seriously that wasn’t enough. It seemed like I was watching a movie. Now I’m finding out the sex tomorrow and even though I’m excited as hell… I’m realizing this is real. I have to buy a crib, a stroller, onesies, diapers, wipes, I could go on…

I’d like to go back in time 20 years, I want to be 10 again. I want to worry about not losing the necklace my mom gave me for my birthday that she said I couldn’t wear but I did anyways, I want to try and find my brother’s dirty magazines because I heard him talking about them, I want to cry because my best friend is moving away and I’ll never get to see her again. But nope, I’m 30. I worry about bills and daughters, I try to find lost toys and socks, I cry because sometimes I feel very much alone.

I wouldn’t change my life for the world. I don’t think that’ll ever change. But I have to admit, I’m very scared of the 20 weeks to come.

On another note, I’m very scared for my doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. I have bad hips. Always have, always will. With C, I was put on bed rest at around 30 weeks. Thankfully, she came early, I was about to go insane… My hips don’t handle the extra weight on top of them very well. The doctor was also worried I wouldn’t be able to have a vaginal delivery because of the strain on my hips. Well anyways, my hips have started to bother me already. I’ve only gained 7 pounds… I guess bed rest with C wasn’t so bad. I mean N was 7, she could pretty much take care of herself. Plus Mike was around. But this time around, it’s totally different. I mean, I CAN’T be put on bed rest. I have 3 kids. Mom could help but I would feel bad. I can’t just leave N, A and C by themselves all the time while I’m laying down somewhere. I guess they need food and stuff…
That was my vent. I’m going to wait till midnight to post though, cause then I’ll actually be 20 weeks along.

The People You Will Meet.

These are some people you will encounter while reading this blog.

Myself – The author of this blog. Check the ‘About this Blog’ page for more info.

Norah - Most likely referred to as ‘N’. My adopted daughter, age 8. Likes soccer, gymnastics, making mommy go crazy, teasing her sisters and play video games.

Anelie – Most likely referred to as ‘A’. My adopted daughter, age 2. Likes dolls, pink, dresses, Cinderella and playing ‘mommy’.

Charlotte – Most likely referred to as ‘C’. My biological daughter, age 9 months. Likes standing on her own, bath time, rubber ducks, babies and mommy.

Peanut - Referred to as ‘Peanut’ until big u/s on July 18th at 11:30am. Biological child, age 19 weeks gestated. Likes kicking me in the uterus and wiggling around.

My mom – Most likely referred to as ‘Mom’. My mom, age not released. Great person, helps out whenever I need her, loves the girls and loves me .

Shawn – Most likely referred to as ‘S’. Boyfriend, age 32. Haven’t been together very long, but he loves spending time with me and the girls.

Mary, Lana, Brian, Chris, Shannon & Kate - Most likely referred to as ‘Friend’. Some nurses I work with, some friends of mine from college, etc…

Matt & Dave – Brothers. Most likely referred to with wifes (Deanna & Heather) and children (Patrick, Samuel and Elizabeth & Austin, Roman, Hudson and Siena).

Dad – My dad. Sometimes referred to with my step-mom and their children Brody & Jack, and angels Preston & Olivia.

Pretty sure that’s it. Lovely bunch of people, isn’t it?

Blog

According to www.urbandictionary.com…

blog

n.
Short for weblog.
A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life. Consists of riveting entries as “homework sucks” and “I slept till noon today.”

I slept until 5 am today.
I ate a whole large pizza today.
I have to go grocery shopping now.

Welcome to my blog.

Ps. I’m actually allergic to bananas.