All American Girl

Hi Everyone! This is really A Little Revolution! Terry asked me to do a guest post. Let me first update you on Terry and the girls. Terry is, as of today, the sickest she has ever been while pregnant. She is spending a lot of time in bed. Which reminds me, special thanks to Keep-N-Touch for the lasagna she brought over earlier this week! It was a double blessing this week. Two Sundays ago Terry accidentally set the time for 53:20 instead of 5:32 on a microwave meal. Twenty minutes later the meal was a lump of charcoal and the house full of smoke. The microwave was ruined. So last Saturday I finally had time to buy a new one; it broke two days later; never buy a LG brand microwave. Our nice new microwave we ordered off the internet came yesterday. I walked in the door and the Eliza couldn't wait to show me it. She is so cute. I guess that brings me to the topic of tonight's post.

I went up North to help Molly (who is also very pregnant and sick) and Jeff move to their new townhouse today. On the way through our state's commonwealth's capital I was switching the radio around. I heard Carrie Underwood's angelic voice singing a song I had never heard before.

I have to admit that I only heard the last 45 seconds. But, it moved me to tears. Yes, I am tired. I don't usually drive on the interstate crying while listening to country music. But, the song was "All American Girl." The boy, in those last 45 seconds, wanted his wife to have an All American Girl and she had him wrapped around her little baby finger. So here I am, driving up the interstate, with tears falling-not rolling-falling down my face as I think about my two precious daughters, Eliza and Sadie, my beautiful wife, Terry, and fetus (no-we don't know if fetus is a ♂ or a ♀ yet). I have these three All American girls and I am most definitely wrapped around their collective little finger. It probably also helped induce crying that I haven't gotten to see them often for the past six months due to the internship I just finished two days ago.

So, after I got home from my moving duties I looked up the song and listened to the whole thing. I listened to it and was amazed. It reminded me of my family. I'll tell you why in a moment. So, I took the laptop back to where Terry was tucked into bed along with her headache and nausea and asked her if she wanted to cry. She said, "Yes, just put it down on the bed." So, I hit play and left the laptop and went back to chasing the All American Girls in question and trying to feed them dinner. After a few minutes I went back to the bedroom; sure enough, Terry was crying her eyes out. Once she finished telling me just how crying made her feel sicker she said, "It's just like how you love your little daughters!"

That is true. However, my parents have a weird thing about sons. I grew up with a father who REALLY WANTED a boy and was so happy and proud when I, the firstborn, was a male. The first verse is about how the first guy in the song wanted a son to grow up to become an All American athlete.

I literally grew up hearing about how I was the firstborn and if it had been a different era I would have been heir to the birthright. Then the stories of the Patriarchs would come and so on and so forth. But, my father did make sure to teach that the birthright didn't always go to the oldest son, I guess he was warning me to be good! Well, it worked I guess. ;) But, don't worry, my parents are very liberal and will split everything equally when they die, etc. etc.

As if that wasn't funny enough; there is more! Really, Mom, Papi, I love you. This is just all fun. It makes a great story! And you do get a little weird and medieval on the whole baby boy thing.

That is right. They understood they couldn't do a thing about Eliza, we were adopting a girl. But, Sadie, boy did they hope she was a boy. And fetus, someday when you read this, they hope you are a boy. They really are hung up on it. They are really concerned! Like the family name is going to die or something. C'mon! I have a brother. He can pass on the family name. I have a multitude of male cousins, one even has the same name and his dad is always accidentally sending me email meant for him. There are plenty of possibilities for male heirs.

Get over it! The Incan Empire died out many moons ago. We aren't going to need an heir to lay claim to the throne (as if there weren't hundreds of thousands of other descendants of Atahualpa) in Machu Picchu! I am too busy trying to live righteously so I can "inherit all the Father hath." Why would I want a male heir when George Washington didn't have one? (Hee Hee; going all holier than thou always ticks people off!) Plus, who would want to claim a small European country's throne (at least the Incas did cool stuff)...? So, I am happy being a normal average American.

I don't need a male heir to pass anything onto. My All American Girls are enough to bring me to tears of joy! (Fetus, if you are a boy, don't take offense, I'll still love you as much as I love your big sisters.)

Hormones

"My biggest fear is that PMS doesn't really exist
and this is my real personality."

I saw this statement on the wall of the examining room at the OBGYN this afternoon. It made me laugh out loud so I thought I'd share it. BTW, I heard the wee fetus's heart beat today so the baby is alive. :) I am not too surprised, being that the sweet fetus is making me sick, which is why I havent' been posting or reading blogs lately. I am sorry I havent' visited you, my bloggy friends. I am just trying to keep up with the laundry and and dishes. I am failing at that but at least I have consistently fed the kids. Today I bought a big supply of paper plates and bowls to minimize the dishes mess over the next few weeks.. I am 8 weeks and 1 day pregnant with a due date of September 28th.

Pre-schoolers First Sleepover

Eliza had her first sleepover a few weeks ago. Her guest: Cousin Wyatt. My sister and her husband went out of town to the temple. They had to leave early on Saturday morning and they were going to be gone all day so they dropped Wyatt off on Friday evening. Wyatt and Eliza thought it would be a good idea if Eliza slept on the air mattress too. Eliza usually goes to bed around 7:30. Because of the special occasion I let the kids stay up until 9:00. They sure had a lot of fun together not sleeping. Why was I not surprised? Finally at 11:30, when I was ready for bed, I had them close their eyes and I stood there and watched them for about 3 minutes. They fell asleep. They just needed to stop moving. Fifteen minutes later I heard Eliza crying. She had rolled off the air mattress and landed on her toys. She requested I move her to her bed. So now I know she still does need her bed rails. :)

The next morning...everyone was a little tired.
The kiddos always love painting. We had a fun treat! SNOW!!!!

We don't get a lot of snow in Virginia. So I don't want to invest in snow attire that will be worn twice before it is outgrown. So, just ignore the crazy non matching layers and my nephew's pink gloves. :) Sadie is wearing a snow suit my mom found in the Spring on sale a few years ago. Its about two sizes smaller than she actually wears, but you didn't notice, right?


Fun times!

Mommies

Failed Eye Surgery

I have a crazy little eye condition in which I only see out of one eye at a time. I've seen this way my whole life only I didn't know it until I was 25, but thats a story for another time. Anyway, I had an appointment this morning with an eye surgeon. She had good news for me, I am a good candidate for eye surgery and there is more than an 80% chance of permanent improvement for my eyes. Great. I scheduled the surgery for next month.

David's mom agreed to fly out to help with the kids the week of the surgery. Before purchasing a plane ticket, I wanted to be sure I was going to go through with the eye surgery. Since I will be going under general anesthesia, I am required to have a physical completed before the procedure to be sure I am healthy enough to handle it. I went to one of those walk-in medical clinic places. Well, it turns out I can't have the surgery after all due to the results found in a blood test... I am pregnant!

David and I are really excited. Perhaps if you happened to have read my adoption story post, than you know that we once had trouble conceiving a baby. We tried for almost two years before we adopted Eliza. Just a few months after Eliza arrived, I became pregnant with Sadie. So the first pregnancy took two years and this time I became pregnant the very first month we stopped preventing. There is no doubt that Eliza was meant to be in our family. Her adoption was such a miracle! It would have to be meant to be or it would have had no chance of working out. I don't know why God sent her to us through adoption but He did and we love it. Once we had her, than I got pregnant. David and I believe that perhaps our infertility problems were necessary at the time so that we would pursue adoption, therefore opening the opportunity for Eliza to join our family.

According to an on-line due date calculator, I am about three weeks along. I will no for sure once I have my first ultrasound in about a month. Aren't fetuses so cute?

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