Hubby Q&A

I decided to be a total blog idea stealer and do a little Q&A with the hubby.  I've seen other bloggers do this with their husbands and it is a lot of fun.  I figure I might even switch it up a little and answer some fun questions about him later.  Here goes...

1.  If your wife could change jobs, what would her dream job be?
Hubby- She really loves her job as a hair stylist but I would have to say personal shopper. Shop all day AND get paid? Yeah, that would be it.

Me- Tis true, I do love to shop.  I think it would be a toss up between personal shopper or labor and delivery nurse.  I am a bit fascinated with birthing.

2.  What is your wife's most irritating habit?

Hubby- When she calls me she starts talking 100 miles an hour without warning.

Me- I could think of way more irritating habits about myself than this one, but I'll go with it.  I don't call just to chat, so if I call you, get your ears ready b/c it's important and needs to be quick.

3.  What would your wife's dream date be?

Hubby- As long as it was with Ryan Gosling it could be at McDonalds and she wouldn't care.

Me- Hardy har har.  Although Ryan Gosling is a sexy little thing, he looks a little too much like my brother and that's just creepy.  My dream date would be sushi with the hubs at Sushi Axiom, dessert and coffee at Fearings and a night at Hotel Zaza, with their famous breakfast in bed the next morn...after I sleep in until 10!  Hint, hint.

4.  If your wife won the lottery, what would she spend the money on?

Hubby- She would give money to her family, the church and charities first. After that she would make it rain in NorthPark Mall.

Me- All very true.  I would also buy some land on the lake, build my dream house, get a new car, travel the world.  I could go on for days with this one.

5.  What is your wife's most admirable trait?

Hubby- There simply is no better mother on the face of the earth. Past or present. She is an absolutely amazing mother.

Me- Quit making the pregnant lady all teary.  I am glad he feels this way about me, although I most certainly struggle with this on a daily basis.

6.  When did you know she was "the one"?

Hubby- As soon as I saw her on our first date. No lie. She showed up in sweats, a pony tail and no makeup. That was the kind of woman I wanted. Honest and confident. BTW, she looked smoking hot.

Me- It still cracks me up that he found this so intriguing.  I normally would fix myself up a little for a first date, but I was running late and quite frankly, wasn't trying to impress.  I wasn't looking for a love connection at the time, but isn't that how the story always goes?

7.  What is the one thing your wife despises when it comes to housework?

Hubby- Putting up the laundry. It will sit there forever.

Me- Could not agree more.  Ugh, something about putting laundry up just makes my skin crawl.  Maybe you should just take over that chore for me...umkay?


8.  If your wife was stranded on a deserted island, what would be the one thing she couldn't live without?

Hubby- That's a tough one. I would say makeup or a book.

Me- Whatever.  I would take sunblock.  Homegirl doesn't want any wrinkles from all that sun.

9.  Who takes longer to get ready, be honest?

Hubby- She does.

Me- You are so full of bologna.  I can get myself and all three kids ready and in the car before he's done primping.

10. Your wife is sitting in front of the tv, what's on?

Hubby- Duck Dynasty

Me- I do love me some Duck Dynasty right now.  I'm still trying to convince him to let us name our unborn child Willie.  During the Fall it would be Parenthood.

11. How does your wife take her coffee?

Hubby- Strong with a little cream and sugar

Me- Yep

12. What is one thing your wife wears that you wish she would throw away?

Hubby- Nothing. She always dresses really cute.

Me- If I won the lotto, I'd dress a lot cuter.

13. What is your wife's strangest habit?

Hubby- She makes this weird face when she puts lotion on. Seriously.

Me- I have no idea what he's talking about?

14. Tell us something about your wife that most people wouldn't know.

Hubby- Her biggest fear is getting killed in a drive-by shooting. I'm not kidding.

Me- Or getting a brain tumor.  It's a toss up.

15. What is your wife's best physical trait?

Hubby- Her eyes. First thing I noticed the day we met. Of course, her booty was the second thing that stood out when she walked off.
Me- Well the booty has seen 4 pregnancies now, so I think that one's off the table.

Pregnancy #1 to #4

I'm 26 weeks now...I think.  I'd have to look up my pregnancy calendar to know for sure.  Who has time for that?  That pretty much sums up this pregnancy.  Poor baby, the only time I think about being pregnant is when I wake up 3 times every night to pee, or when my sciatic nerve keeps me gimping around.  That's the difference in pregnancy #1 and pregnancy #4....you just don't have time to dwell on all the joys of it.  Here are a few things that would have already happened by now...if this was my first go around.


*I would know exactly to the day how far along I am.  I use to count by weeks, now I go by months.
*I would know the sex of the baby.  I mean I would HAVE to know so that I could plan every little detail of the baby's life before it entered the world.  Now, it doesn't matter, the surprise is worth the wait.
*They would have a first AND middle name and we would use it in daily conversation.  Now, we pretty much haven't even discussed what we will name this baby.  I've got like 3 months to worry about that, what's the rush?
*The nursery would be painted, furniture put together and several hundred dollars worth of bedding and decorations would fill the room.  Now, I figure I can always use a pack and play for several months in our room until we figure out where to put this little one.
*There would be new clothes hanging in the baby's closet, already washed in Dreft and ready to be worn.  Now, I hope there are a couple of bags of used clothes in the attic I can grab once we get home from the hospital.  Who cares about washing them...I'm pretty sure they were clean when we stuck them up there?
*I would be working on my birth plan and starting to pack my hospital bag.  Know what my birth plan is now?  To get an epidural as quickly as possible.  Who cares after that as long as the baby comes out healthy?  And I don't think there's anything I will really need at the hospital that I can't send the Hubby to Target for once we check in.  Why stress?
 *I would have already called my doctor at least 20 times to ask if certain things are "normal".  Now, if something weird comes up I first google it and hope there is one other person on the planet that's had the same thing.  Then if I can't find someone, I figure I'll see my doctor in the next couple of weeks and either that thing will be gone, or I'll just ask her about it in person.


It's not that I'm not super excited about this baby, I just don't have time to think about him/her.  I'm in survival mode.  I work.  I am never without at least 2 kids outside of work.  I'm busy.  I'm tired.  I'm just trying to make it to August, get this baby out and then learn how to keep my sanity.  There will be plenty of time once I'm on maternity leave to make my close friends and family get all these pre-baby things wrapped up!  Just kidding...I'll help a little.

Mother's Day Wish

The kids and I went to dinner with my mom tonight and I was grilling her about what she wanted for Mother's Day.  She mentioned she wanted some creepy stone angel bird bath/feeder statue thing.  Sorry mom, I don't buy weird gifts like that, especially if I have to have that thing stare at me while I lounge by your pool.  Shiver.  Anyway, it got me thinking about what the perfect Mother's Day would look like for me.  Let me preface this by saying that I know there are "those moms" out there that say the only thing they want for Mother's Day is to spend it with their kids and just enjoy them.  I'm not one of "those moms".  Although I love my kids dearly, this holiday is a reward for being a good mom and is the perfect opportunity to have some freakin' peace, quiet and relaxation.  Sorry for the Hubby, he married a woman who's love language is both acts of service and gifts.  I told him to think twice before putting that ring on my finger.  Sucker.

I figure I should be nice and actually spend Mother's Day with my family.  Without my little hooligans I wouldn't get the honor of this holiday.  Come Monday, that's when my day would begin.  It would go a little something like this...

6:30- Alarm beeps but the Hubby turns it off and gets the kids up and out the door, letting me sleep in for the first time in years.
8:00- Get my coffee and do a little reading without screaming, tattling and Dora in the background.
9:00- Get ready and head to the spa for a mani/pedi and 2 hour massage.  Then I'd get my hair shampooed an blow dried, just because I loathe doing that.
1:00- Grab lunch somewhere delicious with one of my girlfriends.  This would normally include a couple of glasses of wine, but the alien inside of me prevents that from happening.
2:30- Head to the mall and pick up my new iPhone, because my 3G isn't doing the trick anymore.  Stalk the makeup counters and buy the latest summer must haves.  Then I'll find tons of super cute maternity clothes that all make me look half the size I am, and they will all be on sale as well.
6:00- Grab dinner and a chick flick with another girlfriend.
10:00- Come home to a clean house, sleeping children and a detailed car.  The laundry will be completely washed, dried, folded and put away.  The Hubby will tell me to take a Tylenol PM, that he is sleeping in the spare bed and will get up with the little monster that wakes me up throughout the night, so that I can get some much needed sleep after my long day.

Is that too much to ask?

Mercy

I have been doing my first ever Beth Moore bible study.  It's her latest, James Mercy Triumphs, and it is so stinkin good.  I'm still trying to decide how I feel about James.  He is in your face and he makes me uncomfortable.  Probably because the book of James just might be the most convicting book in the bible.  He states plainly, without any fluff, how we are suppose to live as Christ followers.  I cannot do my homework if I'm having an emotionally, hormonal day.  This bible study is tough because it's hard to hear what we are doing wrong, especially when it comes to our faith. 


We just put our house on the market.  We already found a house we love.  We have someone who wants to lease our house.  We can't seem to negotiate a fair price on the new house.  It's the only house we like on the market.  I would wake up at night stressing about what to do.  I needed a direct answer from God.  I needed God to send an angel to appear in my dreams and tell me exactly what to do with our housing situation. 


Yesterday I woke up and did my bible study homework.  Do you know what it was all about?  Submitting to God in everything.  He knows the well-deliberated plan for your life and how all things must fall into place for you to fulfill your destiny.  So submit to God.  God knows everything about you and every matter concerning you.  Nothing is hidden from His sight.  So submit to God.  Alright, alright, I hear you loud and clear.  Quit being such a control freak, Holly, and submit to God.

Today I woke up feeling a little lighter.  He has a plan.  His plan might be that we live in this house until we die, or he may have change coming for us.  Either way, it's under control.  I'll keep you posted as he reveals his plan to us!

I Was Green

Let me just start by saying that I NEVER get sick.  Ask the Hubby.  It drives him crazy.  That is except when I'm pregnant.  Let's just say that these tiny little babes wreak havoc on my body.  Last Tuesday night the Hubby was up all night with a nasty stomach bug.  Then our oldest got sent home from school for puking.  Then little man had the funkiest diapers you've ever experienced for about 24 hours.  I went to work on Thursday and then met my family in Dallas to celebrate my brother's birthday at The Porch.  Everything was going great until about midnight when the uncontrollable vomit started.  I will not go into any more detail than that, but let's just say that it kept coming every 30 minutes to an hour until there was nothing left in my system.  I was on my death bed.

After several attempts at fluids the next morning, my body was officially in shock.  There was cramping from head to toe and braxton hicks contractions nonstop.  I decided to call my doctor's nurse and ask for advice.  Her advice... go to the hospital and get some IV fluids.  Although that sounded like torture, it was better than dying a slow, dehydrated death at home.

I had to check myself in to triage, which is a place I am pretty familiar with.  After 4 pregnancies, 3 sets of kidney stones, 2 preterm labor pregnancies, and lots of dehydration in the first trimesters, I know the routine in triage.  They stick you in a cubical of walls made out of sheets.  You can hear everything that is going on with everyone around you.  It is uncomfortable and loud, and apparently the people that visit triage have lost their dang pregnant minds.   Most of them come through thinking they are in labor, when they aren't.  They think their water has broken, when it hasn't.  They moan and groan about particular aches and pains and want pain meds to fix them. 


This trip was no different than the rest, and since it was Friday the 13th, all the crazies came out to Baylor.  There was the sweet first time mom that was more upset that she didn't find out the sex of her baby at a routine ultrasound, than the fact that she had a terrible kidney infection.  There was the overly dramatic lady that made horrible noises every time she had a mild contraction.  I know they were mild because she got sent home instead of to labor and delivery.  My favorite was the lady on the other side of the curtain from me that brought all of her children with her.  They were loud.  They played with the curtain separating us the whole time she was there.  They ran back and forth to the bathroom and would yell questions at their mom who was laid up in triage for who knows what?  Finally her family of about 15 people show up and instead of taking the kids to the waiting room, just set up camp in her cubical along with them.  Seriously people?

All that being said, I again had wonderful nurses that took great care of me.  After 7 hours, 2 bags of fluids and 2 doses of anti nausea meds, I felt much better and was released from hell. 

Boy or Girl?

With our first two girls, we found out what we were having before they were born.  On our third, we thought it would be fun to wait.  I was certain that it was another girl and we did not own one boy item the day of his arrival.  In fact, the poor kid slept in a pink nursery until after he turned one.  It drove everyone we knew bananas not knowing what we were having.  Surprisingly, it didn't bother me a bit.  Sono after sono I would just turn my head if the picture started heading south.  It was the most amazing surprise.  I love surprises.  The anticipation was well worth the wait when the doctor held him up and everyone yelled, "It's a boy"!!! 


It cracks me up how so many people think we are absolutely crazy for not finding out.  Everyone wants to know what we are having, and when I tell them we aren't finding out, they look at me like I have a horn on my head.  The next thing they say is, "Well I hope it's a boy so Beckham can have a brother".  Well, he's getting a brother from the other side of the world, so we've got that one covered.  Then they ask if I have a feeling what this one is?  My gut feeling is that it is another boy, but my gut feeling was that Beckham was a girl, and my gut feeling was that Lola was a boy.  Obviously my track record isn't great, and I apparently have zero intuition when it comes to my own body. 


Some days I hope it is another boy because that would make our living situation easy, and because I pretty much think Becks is the greatest thing since sliced bread.  Other days I think it would be wonderful to have a baby girl that doesn't destroy everything in her sight and that will actually sit down at dinner and not rub food in her hair.  That sounds really nice most days.  Either way, this baby will fit right into our family like he/she has been here all along.  They will be loved unconditionally and add more joy (and chaos) to our family.


Here goes...What is your prediction?  Leave a comment on the blog with your guess and reason why!

Eventful Day

Well today started out like any other, rushing around getting everyone out the door in time for school, MDO and work.  I went into work for a couple of hours and then left early for lunch at Taco Joint and then my 20 week sonogram appointment with the Hubby.  This appointment makes me a nervous wreck leading up to it.  I just know so many people that got devastating news at their 20 week sono.  Babies that have Trisomy 18, heart defects, Spina Bifida, etc.  I was super relieved when my doctor checked every inch of our wiggly baby and said he/she was perfectly healthy! No, we are not finding out what we are having again.  It was so much fun last time, we can't imagine doing it any other way now.  My doctor says she has a sneaking suspicion, but didn't look to confirm.  It has to be one or the other!

I had checked our weather earlier this morning and knew that we were going to have some storms, but was caught by surprise when we left the doctor and the tornado sirens were going off in Dallas.  This is not a new noise living in Texas, but still makes you stop in your tracks regardless.  The Hubby and I headed back to Rockwall to pick up the little kids, thinking the storm was behind us.  Nope.  As soon as we got in the building, the tornado sirens started going off and the place was put on lock down.  All I could think about was getting back to Sophia's school to pick her up.  I called our sweet neighbor and asked her to grab Sophia for me because I had no idea when they were going to let us out of the building.  My neighbor said that it looked clear there and she would get her, not to worry.


The warnings were eventually lifted and I started home.  About 5 miles from the house the Hubby calls and wants to make sure we are okay because there is a tornado right around us.  What?  I don't even like driving when it is raining, and I really don't like driving when I might get sucked into an air vacuum.  I get home safely and head straight to the neighbors to grab Sophia.  She's not home.  The sirens start going off and the sky is black.  Holy.  Moly.  I run the little kids in, get some kind of supernatural powers, fling a twin mattress over my head and cover the bathtub with the babies in it.  Then my neighbor calls and says the school is on lock down, but she is inside with Sophia.  I'm getting about 100 texts saying there is a tornado right on top of us, but can't dial out or receive calls.  Praying, praying, praying. 


What seemed like 5 hours later, our doorbell rang and it was the neighbor with my big baby!  A few minutes later my dad comes over, then the Hubby makes it home and my mom and cousin come straight from work.  We look for any damage, but can't find a scratch.  Praise the Lord!  Unfortunately, the neighborhood less than a mile up the road was the one all over the news for mass destruction.  Nobody was hurt, but a lot were left homeless.  Keep those families in your prayers!  Sophia seemed very calm over the whole ordeal.  She said she just kept worrying that I was in my car getting hurt by the storms.  Sweet girl.  She also said that she covered her head to protect her brain!  Smart girl.

Tonight I am counting my blessings.  One healthy baby in my tummy, 3 others safe and sound and under one roof.  One on the other side of the world that I pray daily will go unharmed and feel loved.  One Hubby who was a nervous wreck not being able to be here to protect his family during the scary ordeal.  And one God who holds us tight in the palm of his hand.