Number One

Here goes. My first blog. I'm not really sure what I will be getting out of this, but would like to share my life with someone who will listen.

I have a husband and two wonderful sons, one step, one bio. My stepson is 8 and my biological son is 7 months. Having him has really made me think of the mess ups we have had with the other one. Like "Ow, I smashed my finger in the door. <crying)" "Are you bleeding" "NO! <still crying>" "Eh, you're fine" "<cries>" Poor little guy. You know what that did? Now every time he hurts himself, a tooth comes out or anything else that there is blood involved, even if it's not his own, he totally freaks out. Soooooooo...we won't make that mistake again.

Parenting is interesting. I think no matter how old you are, once you are a parent, you do what any other person with kids does. Do your best to keep them happy and alive! No one really knows what they are doing at first. The first kid ALWAYS has it harder. Always. They are the "guniea pig". The second kid has it way easier and the other kids, well, more than two and they just jumble in there all together somewhere. We only have the two and that's all we will have.

My pregnancy was tough. I hated being pregnant. I couldn't smoke, I couldn't drink (not that I'm a chain smoking alcoholic or anything, but I was 30 when I got pregnant) I couldn't eat the things I really wanted after the 6th month because we found out I had gestational diabetes. That sucked. I had to give myself insulin shots every night and test my blood sugar 4 times a day. Suuuuuuck! Then the last couple weeks I ended up with pupps or puppps, however many p's are in that. It is this horrid rash that is on your belly and legs, it can spread other places too from the pictures I saw on google, but I was lucky, if that is what you would call it, and I only had it on my belly and legs. I ended up getting this Aveeno bath oatmeal stuff and after 3 baths in that, it stopped itching so much, which was lucky cause then it was time to go in cause I was getting induced.

Labor sucked. I couldn't get an epidural because my platelet count was low and being induced made labor worse than I ever imagined. Ladies, if you are reading this, don't get induced unless you have to. Especially if you can't have an epidural. I am not joking either. I was in labor for 24 hours, pushed for 1 1/2, got prepped for surgery, had a c-section and at 9:56 am January 27th, my baby was born. My sunshine face. I love my stepson, don't get me wrong, but when that little baby smiles at me, my heart melts. I love being a mommy. If we had tons of money and I was guarenteed my pregnancy wouldn't suck again, I would love to have more babies, stay home with them and teach them how to make mud pies and volcanos and jump in puddles with them after it rains and all kinds of other things. Being a mom is a blessing. It really is and any mother should treasure the moments with their little ones, cause someday they will be all grown up blogging about being a mom (or a dad).

Thanks for reading.