Sunday, March 30, 2008

Snap problems

I guess I should not have my hubby assist with the snap press, he has cracked three snaps now, and not all on the same diaper. I guess he doesn't know his own strength. I hate replacing snaps because they are a pain to get off.

Is there such a thing as too many diapers?

Now Journey is getting closer to potty training and I am only using a fraction of all the diapers that he has. I get kind of overwhelmed. I am going to have to sell off some of these. I don't really want to. I really would just love to have another babe to put in them but we know how that goes. Another problem, I keep seeing cute prints that Journey would love and want to make another diaper out of them. I have a few already cut up but not yet sewn. I really should be sewing up some trainers instead of even more fitteds. Is there such a thing as too many diapers?

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Some thoughts

Okay retyping everything frustrates me to no end. I am nit picking. I am thinking about cutting out the first chapter entirely. It does provide a nice introduction to the characters and such. It just doesn't seem to have much of a hook. I like the second chapter better, I think it just has more character. But it doesn't provide much of an introduction which I would have to write in later. Ack! It's too late to be analyzing this. After one a.m. but I can't write until the kids are asleep because I can't think with them running around. If don't focus on them they do things like try and flush a whole roll of toilet paper down the toilet.

Also have a couple serious problems, A: I am addicted to fragment sentences, I think it's from too much poetry... B: My story changes person from time to time. I can't even think of a correct wayto say that but occasionally it's first person then others its third. Okay at least I got it all out, now I'll try and mull it over while I sleep. Although it's more likely that I have another weird ass dream and think of a totally different story idea. If you have any suggestions feel free to suggest, I need some sleep now.

Ch. 2

Chapter Two

“Mrs. Hensey are you ready?” The cute little blond technician looked young enough to be my daughter and she wanted to put that thing where?

“Umm, don't you think the doctor should be doing that?” I asked, not entirely sure that she knew how to use it properly. After all I'd never had this procedure before.

“I am fully qualified to do this, don't worry I've done it many times before. Now it's no more uncomfortable than inserting a tampon. Could you lift your hips up a little and scoot your butt down? Thank you.” At least she didn't lie, I hate it when they say it's just a like a bee sting, that has to be the biggest stinger, a world record book holder. It looked about like a spatula handle covered with a condom. It was faintly uncomfortable just having a woman do this. That wasn't counting the awkward position that I was in. Still not as bad as I was expecting.

“If you look at the screen you'll see your baby. There is the little arms, and there's the head. Oh, and another head, and four legs.” At this point I was starting to wonder if I was having an alien baby, which would explain how I'd gotten pregnant in the first place.

“Congratulations, it's twins.” Her sweet doll face was just beaming at me, she was obviously more excited than I was. In one fell swoop I went from being the mother of three to the mother of five. I would have to become one of those minivan moms. Ech! My non-response didn't seem to faze her as she continues on naming the parts and telling me what went to which baby. She even printed up pictures, so I could happily share the news with my friends and neighbors no doubt.

“Before we finish could you take a picture of my tubes so that I can show my doctor what a crappy job he did. I think I want my money back. If he was a mechanic and his repairs were faulty I'd expect him to at least fix it for free. I'm going to ask.” The look on her face was priceless. A combination of shock, horror and awe crossed all at the same time. I would have to practice weeks to get the same face in the mirror. Where is a camera when you need one? Oh yeah it's shoved up my twat. She did as I asked and after that stopped being so chatty. She did tell me I was about 10 weeks along and that she'd send the results to my doctor.

I barely restrained my laughter till the car. There I sat in my station wagon laughing so hard that tears were running down my face in the middle of the parking lot. A large pregnant woman walked by and I just started all over again. She was about the size of a small elephant and it wasn't all stomach. I could see myself like that in a few months. Between my butt and my belly I don't know if my stubby legs will be able to reach the pedals. I might actually have to have my kids drive me. Now that would be a hoot. Making them sit in the waiting room of the Ob's office surrounded by moody pregnant women. Might just make them swear off sex, at least unprotected, for a good long while. I might just have to do that even if I don't need to.

After I calmed down it all started to sink in. I just sat there in the car until my fingers started to get numb from the cold. I started the car up and as the windshield unfogged I started to get a glimmer of excitement about the twins. Two at one time. I hope they are identical. Two boys would be nice, especially for Jerry's sake. Boys are so much easier when they get to be teens than girls so far. I still have one more girl to hit the teens but she's acting just like her big sister did at that age so I have little hope. I could buy cute little matching outfits. Little baseball jerseys with matching caps. With that thought in my head and a less maniacal grin on my face, I headed home to share the news.

Ch. 1

Chapter One

“Well Carol, looks like congratulations are in order. The tests came back positive, you're pregnant.” Dr. Shwinn smiled down at me in my lovely white gown, my butt crack cooling in the breeze.

“No, you see I had my tubes tied 9 years ago. I can't be pregnant. It's a mistake.” I was in total disbelief. I was done having kids. I'll be 40 in a few months. It just has to be a bad mistake.

“You are pregnant, I would guess from the internal exam about 12 weeks. I will schedule an ultrasound to get an exact date. I guess you are just one of the lucky .01 percent.” Says the young man who will never know the “joys” of pregnancy. I just sit there staring at him. This was never in my plans, and I like planning. I don't do surprises well. Oh hell, how am I going to tell my husband. He is just going to flip.

All the way home I spent rehearsing what I would say in my head. Over and over I imagines the look of shock on his face and every possible emotion from joy and excitement to anger. I cannot imagine what his response is going to be. And the kids, how are we going to tell them, it doesn't see fair to bring a new baby in at this stage. I could really use some chocolate.

My husband, Jerry, wasn't home when I got there so I decided, what the hey, might as well forget my diet since I'm going to be gaining anyways. My old recipe box lay waiting expectantly on the top shelf, covered in dust, looking more gray than cream. Inside lay all the decadent joys from my days of a quick metabolism: 7 lb brownies, chocolate meringues, and raspberry truffles. I finally had a good excuse to break out the box. My mouth started watering at the thought of melting chocolate morsels with gooey caramel swirls. I swear I could almost smell the scent of brownies baking.

My kitchen was the reason we bought this house. Long expanses of warm silestone, perfect for rolling cookies, or kneading bread. A double wall oven, commercial grade gas stove, even a butcher block island. It's a cooks dream. I know all those stainless steel appliances are all the rage but my lovely cream ones are so much more inviting. They go well with the butter color that I made Jerry paint on the walls. It is so warm, reminds me of fresh baked bread with melting butter.

On the top shelf, in the cabinet above the stove, lies my little cream box. Reaching it requires an Olympic feat of gymnastics, with bending and reaching. Dust flies as I pull it down and clutch it to my chest like a life-line. The absolute healing qualities of chocolate are not to be underestimated. I didn't have time to do much more than choose a recipe and make up a grocery list before the kids got home. So many choices, so little time.

I was rummaging through the box when my husband walks in. At 43 he still knocks my socks off, along with the rest of my clothes, which is what got us into this predicament in the first place. Tall, dark and handsome, those high cheek bones and broad forehead he inherited from some Native American ancestor just get better with age, his black hair is peppered with a few grays and his stomach is not as rock hard as when we first met. He's still hot to me. I guess the phrase love is blind might apply here, I still see the man I married when I look at him. He smiles revealing those dimples as soon as he sees me.

“Hey there sexy, you're home early.” I lay a smoocher on him.

“Just finished up a project, hey where are the kids? It's too quiet.” He wraps his arms around my waist and snuggles my backside up to him. His lips lay warm upon the back of my neck. I can feel his breath hot sending tingles down my spine.

“Jody is at soccer practice, Jesse is at some friends house and Jaimy is at Lisa's house, they should be gone until at least 7.” I wiggled my rump up against his crotch. Might as well get him into a good mood before I break the news.

“Mmmm, then we have the house to ourselves.” A kiss behind my ear. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time” A nibble on my ear lobe. “Maybe right here in the kitchen” He starts to unbutton my shirt. The rest I'm sure you can imagine but I won't share because it's none of your business. Lets just say we started out in the kitchen, then the hall, finally making it to the bedroom. You would think we were still honeymooning.

“I feel like jello.” I lay slated and exhausted upon the bed, the evening light casting stripes along my stomach and thighs. He mumbled a response. I gathered that this would be a good time to tell him the news.

“Hey honey, I've got some news. I'm pregnant.” And just like that he woke up, sat straight up in bed and his eyes about popped out of their sockets. If I hadn't been so nervous it would have been hilarious.

“You're joking right? That's not very funny, you had your tubes tied right after Jaimy was born.”

“I'm not joking, I went to the doctor today. I'm one of the lucky .01 percent.” I say with a satirical smile. I'm sure the sarcasm was thick enough to lick off the walls it just crowded the room. “I'm glad you are taking this so well.” I say as he jumps away from me like it's contagious.

“What are we going to do?” he asks like it's an option. I don't recall him carrying around a kicking squirming fetus before.

“We are going to have a baby. Just like the last one, you remember, pink bald, cries a lot, poops even more. One of those things.”

“Okay, I wasn't sure if you'd want to have it since you did have your tubes tied.” Now it was my turn to stare at him in disbelief, this man was my husband? I can't believe this is the same man who when we were first married and found out my friend had an abortion could barely say a word to her. I guess the show is on a different foot now. Almost makes me look at him differently.

“What are you talking about? Of course I'm having it, are you crazy or sick? I think we need to take you to a doctor?”

“I wouldn't want you to but you've never been apposed to the option. I just thought you didn't want to have anymore kids, that all.”

“At the time I didn't think we could afford anymore kids, I would have loved to have more. Now we can afford them and I wasn't planning it but I want this baby.” I was starting to get all teary eyed, those hormones must be kicking in. He lays down next to me and wraps his arms around me. He gently kisses my forehead like he does when the kids are crying. The tears just sort of flow, dripping down my nose onto his naked chest. Although I hadn't planned it I was starting to get attached to this baby, it was already a part of me. It was a miracle that I hadn't even prayed for. It was suddenly very important that Jerry be happy for the baby. I didn't want this baby coming into the world and having it's father resent it.

“Well I guess it's one more chance to even out the odds. Us guys are a little outnumbered. Of course if it's a girl then we'd really be outnumbered. Will we have to think of more J names or shall we break from tradition?” I could feel his smile against my forehead and I knew that everything would be alright.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

My novel

For those interested... I had to recover my laptop and made backup discs of everything. But then I couldn't get anything off the backup discs afterwards. I do have a printed copy up to chapter 15 where Jesse gets arrested for minor in possesion. I do have a printed copy of the unedited version that I wrote up for nano too so I have all the major parts still. I just have to re-type the whole dang thing into my computer. Ugg! So if you are wondering when the next chapter is coming...not any time soon. But don't worry, she'll have to give birth eventually. Poor woman has had a two year plus pregnancy.

Look What I Found

Under the carpet in the living room....There is a 3 foot square section where someone cut out the hardwood and replaced it with plywood. It's next to the fireplace so we figure some kind of fire damage maybe. We'll replace that section or do some built-ins, haven't decided yet but I'll post pics when we are done. We painted the living room also. It's now a lovely pale mint with blue white trim. It was puce with black trim, and someone thought they'd do some faux marble or some such on the trim so it wasn't just black but black with yellow streaks. I think someone was colorblind. If I can find my camera again I'll see if I can get some more pictures.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

All settled

We are in and mostly unpacked. Doing some home improvement work, painting, window treatments and such. Nothing too expensive yet because we are saving to put a new roof on this summer. The roof over the garage is too shallow a grade for the type of roof on there so it leaks during heavy rain. I'm only on dial-up so it's really slow. I'll try and post some pictures if I can. Made some friends, the neighbor on one side has young children so the kids are happy.