I'm getting closer...

So it's a Sunday night & I just finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner.  My husband took the 3 year old to the park in an attempt to help her burn off excess energy...in hopes that we may get to have a conversation without the constant "mommy...mommy...daddy...daddy....Play with me...read to me.......etc."  We have gotten ourselves into the routine of keeping her up late & it's really starting to get to me.  I can't imagine what it's going to be like having a newborn and then a toddler that goes to bed at 10- 10:30 every night.  The only time I get to talk to my husband is when he calls from work these days!  Please remind me to change that ASAP.

The past 2 weeks have been hellish.  It started before Memorial day & has steadily gone down hill.  First, our beloved German Shepherd had an allergic reaction to Hartz Flea & Tick Preventative Drops.  Please don't use the stuff!!  It's poison!  It took about a day or two to sink in....but once it did?  NIGHTMARE!  He began freaking out...all day long and worse...ALL NIGHT long.  He was running back & forth from room to room, whining, crying, jumping on the beds & digging (Which I later learned it's called 'Rooting'; when an animal is in pain or itching & has no way to relieve it).  So after 2 sleepless nights, I took him to the vet for a steroid shot & some tranquilizers.  Those things are no joke! I followed the prescription as directed & the damn dog slept for 29 hours straight in the same spot!  I wish I could take one.  :-/

The Spot My Dog Slept in for 29 hours

Our Family

This was about 1 minute before saving Hayden!  Notice the higher ledge along the backside of the pool......

Then...Memorial Day...We went to a friend's house for a little get together.  Now- I tend to be a little neurotic when it comes to my child & swimming in the pool.  I am the consummate nag & my husband will attest to that.  Hayden has been taking swimming lessons since she is 14 months old & last year began to swim on her own.  She has got progressively better with my dear husband religiously taking her to our pool & spending hours with her....But this by no means meant she is ready to be in a pool alone....as we found out the hard way.  So there I was in all my 8 months pregnant glory....standing by the edge of the pool & I notice that my girl was struggling.  Now she has no problem swimming under water to and from one side of the pool to the other....But in this particular pool, one side of it has a decorative feature (pictured in the photo above) that is about 2 feet above water level & clearly out of her reach.   It all happened in slow motion.  I saw her little legs pumping as hard as they could, her arms reaching up for the ledge & her face with wide eyes & blown out cheeks as she sank under the water.  I took a running leap & jumped in the pool & basically saved my daughter's life.  It sounds dramatic....but I have never been that scared.  Sure...I was wearing a cute maxi dress & leather shoes & belt with freshly blown straight hair, now sopping wet & stretched out, hair crimping up into a 1970's Harlem Globetrotter afro by the second....But I couldn't care less.  I had my baby girl in my arms & she was safe.  It wasn't until about 15 minutes later that the panic, despair, fright & reality of what could have been sunk in....and I started crying.  Then 10 minutes after, I realized I scraped my right arm up & the whole right side of my body.  Ouch! By the way....Hayden wanted to continue swimming not 2 minutes after the episode....and Survival Swim Lessons begin next weekend.

The day after Memorial day, my best friend Charlene & her stepdaughter drove into town to hang out with us.  Charlene is Hayden's God Mother & my friend since College.  I have many a story about those days.  I'm sure I'll break the surface here along this blog journey....But just to keep in line with my story about this week, I'll digress. So Kasie had never been to see our Florida home so I decided to take them for a quick drive around our community.  Stopped at a stoplight, and some spaced out woman in a mini-van plows into the back of us.  Lord knows what she was doing- texting perhaps, distracted somehow....but there we were, busted bumper & all...on the side of the road waiting for 2 hours for the FHP to arrive to take a report.  I must say...it was kind of comical to see her face when I wobbled my giant belly out of the car.  Silver lining? Since Hayden's car seat was in the car, we automatically get a new one paid for compliments of the insurance company.  Ahhh....Right in time!!

This past week has been a series of disappointments....My daughter's birthdate falls 13 days past the cut off for Florida's Pre-Kindergarden class...so now I am going to have to pay for full time in order for her to be in the program vs. getting the class paid for by the state.  Then- Turns out my family medical deductible is has not been reached & we will have to pay a lot more out of pocket before our insurance takes over.  Annoying!  I really do feel blessed to finally be pregnant again...and I realize that there are so many women struggling to become pregnant out there.  I don't take it for granted one second....But this has been a very difficult pregnancy for me.  Not only do I have an Inguinal Hernia which keeps me in pain all day long, but I can not keep myself hydrated.  I feel dizzy & anxious all the time & I can't work out at all.  I can barely walk anymore.  I am very miserable.  I hate telling anyone how I feel because most all my friends know how much I wanted another baby & what I went through to get pregnant.  The last thing I want to do is complain more for different reasons....but man oh man am I struggling.  I am counting down the minutes until he is here.  I'll leave you with this visual.  I rarely sneeze.  I don't have allergies...Nothing really tickles my nose....But these days, sneezing happens.  Guess when??  You are correct!  When I am in public!!!  For some reason my body senses when i am at my most vulnerable...& grants me a giant sneeze at a time when having control of myself is a fleeting thing...I am at the mercy of the Gods & my weakening muscles to throw whatever is in my hands up in the air and pull my shit tight together & brace myself for what I hope won't be the most embarrassing moment of my life (Besides farting in front of my crush in my 7th grade English class) in the middle of Target or the grocery store.  Lets just say I had to make a not so gracious exit from the store this week without my purchases.  Did I mention I am counting down the seconds until my son is here?

Just another snip-it from my Shitty week.