WOW

It's very weird to think that there is a baby inside my tummy. I know that sounds silly to say, but I'm still in awe. At this point (27 weeks) she could be outside my tummy and potentially thrive (let's pray that she doesn't come out YET).It's just the craziest experience and I feel more in tune (I'm not sure if that's the word I'm looking for) with this pregnancy than my first purely because I understand better all the movements that I'm feeling. And then I look at Sam and I'm just in awe that at one time he was in my tummy. The big difference between this pregnancy and the previous one is that Emma is way more active! All day long she kicks and squirms! When I find a spot on my tummy where she is at, I press my hand down gently and she pushes back (Oh No! Is this a sign of things to come??). I keep trying to picture how I think she will look. The way Sam looks is very much like I pictured him (Well, that was easy because I pictured him looking similar to Travis and lo and behold!). I picture her with dark, curly hair, big blue eyes and chubby cheeks (like her mommy :) ) Well, except the curly hair. Hmmmm...I wonder if curly hair is a dominant or recessive gene??

Update

I know, I'm horrible. I never update my blog. I think I lost my motivation and zeal for blogging. Well, I still read friends' blogs but when I think about updating my own I just feel as though, in the moment, there are bigger priorities that I need to get accomplished.

I finally have done it! I feel very proud of myself. I finally made a cake that looks somewhat edible. I don't know if you recall the cake I made for Trav's birthday a couple years ago, but it was horrible. So horrible in fact that it has taken me two years to muster up the courage to attempt another one.I ended up not buying enough of the German chocolate cake coconut frosting, but I did make some chocolate buttercream frosting to add a little decoration and to fill in the gaps. I thought the decor ended up looking like little turds.Travis was impressed with my turd dropping cake (can't you tell by the picture?) and scarfed it down over the course of a few days. Okay, I helped.I gave Sam a little slice, which was a mistake. Sam is a VERY busy toddler and all that sugar made him into CRAZY-BUSY toddler. I learned my lesson.

By the way -- if you need a cake for a wedding, baby shower,bah mitzvah, anniversary,whatever...give me a call! -- hahahahahah just kidding!

A handful of nights ago I went out to the garage to do laundry and there was a black widow spider (it might have just been a male one) right by the door. Did I tell you I loathe spiders? Oh, yeah, I loathe spiders. So, I went and grabbed a weapon -- bleach spray. I sprayed, and sprayed, and sprayed some more. He was a tough little bugger and with great struggle he crawled under the trash can. You would think that I would just get the job done and smash him. But no, I am too chicken for that (afraid that he will bounce or jump back at me). Now, I am wondering if he recovered and is probably just waiting for the right moment to attack. I have been too scared to go out to the garage and laundry is piling up.I'm gynormous compared to a little 'ole spider and yet I'm letting him/her win.

I am about 6 months along now! She is very active and kicks me in my bladder on a daily basis. I don't remember Samuel being this active and he's a VERY active toddler now. I'm hoping that she will do a reversal once she gets out of my tummy and will just be sweet, quiet and perfect -- just like mommy -- hehe.;) There is so much I need to get done around this house before she arrives! We have picked a ladybug theme for her and the room. Whenever I have thought of the name "Emma Jean" I have always correalated it with ladybugs. I guess it is fate for her to have a ladybug theme. I always picture a little chubbycheeked toddler with dark brown curly hair, running around in a little outfit with ladybugs on it. I may be surprised though, she may come out blonde. My sister and aunt are blonde, so it's possible.

So, I've just been busy running...waddling...after a very active toddler and attempting to get stuff done when possible. He's going through a separation anxiety stage now and whenever Travis and/or I leave the room he starts crying and chases one of us down. He also has started waking up, screaming bloody murder. I wonder if he is having bad dreams or if he just notices that mommy and daddy come quicker.I'm going to do some research and figure out the best way to handle these situations. Any suggestions?