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I stole borrowed MckMama post, telling the hubby about a pregnancy. See hers in the "Welcome, Number five" post.

And here are mine.

It was a late school night (yes, school night) in 2004. My husband and I had a sneaking suspicion that our future and life as we knew it was going to change, for the best of course. I decided to buy a double pack pregnancy test, in case it was to early to test then I had a backup. Okay confession, it was truthfully because I was young (17) and to save myself the embarrassment of walking through the store with the test in hand and gawking eyes. (Which I did run into a friend's sister at the check out who said, "Really, you think you are pregnant, well I guess, good luck.") Ahem moving on. While I knew the instructions opted to test in the morning, the anticipation was growing, and growing, and growing. My husband went to bed as I sat and watched some T.V., but not for long. I couldn't wait and I knew I had two tests and could retest in the morning. I quietly open the first test, hands shaking with every emotion and ahhhh, now the 3 minute wait. Not! It showed almost instantly. Pink. Bold, dark and pink lines, right there. Now what? My husband is sleeping, along with the rest of the world. Well I go into our room, stir him up a little and whisper "We are pregnant." "uuhuh" WHAT, that is your response...okay, I forgive you and I'll let you sleep. GRR, I have to tell someone, I have to get this out. Mom, no! She has to work in the morning. AhHaa, E. yes, she will be awake. Ring ring, ring ring. "Hello." "Hey, what are you doing?" "Yea, well I just wanted to call real quick and tell you...your going to be an auntie" (Not really my sister or any relation, but might as well be, another post for that though) "What, yay! I am happy for you, that's exciting." So for all intense and purposes, E. was the first to know. For this pregnancy and the story that is next. (read on) I am antsy and it really has not hit me yet, so I go to bed.

Well that was not the end. I had to tell my mother. My father. Oh my, how do I tell my father. I am 17, in school, his only girl, the baby of the family and not married (yet!). Well I do take the other test in the morning, positive. Calvin knows by now but now I have to tell my family. Mom, she is working. Off to go see her. I go into the back (she worked at a restaurant) and I lay the test down. Her expression was a little unreadable. I could not tell is she was happy or not. And sadly after her look, I can't remember what she said. Or if words were exchanged at all. I honestly want to say she implied "well, you now need to tell your father". Or maybe I know how weird I was about having to tell him that that is what is stuck in my head. I am not even real sure how I told him. He was already on a minimal talking basis. As if he is a chatter, but I was, again, his baby, his girl and dating. Dating someone who was 6 years older than me did not help the situation. I assume the talk went something like "hmm yea, so I am pregnant dad" and it is quite likely he said nothing. Must not have been a bad response, I am sure that would have stuck with me.

So there we were 2.5 years later. Calvin was out of town and I was more than sure I was pregnant again. Off to the store again, but this was not a walk of embarrassment this time. I was older, married and ready for another bundle of joy. Again, double pack, just in case. And like before, no morning urine, I had to test now. The 3 minute wait and yes, bold, pink and very much there, a line that meant another baby to welcome into our loving hearts and arms. The news is in, and I call E. Another congratulations from my friend and now to tell the hubby. How? He would be home in 2-3 days and I could wait...right. I wanted to think of something cute and was on a time limit and a budget. Whole room of pink and blue balloons? Fun, but not something I can muster up. So I scrounge around the home and I get the idea. I will wait until he gets home, cook a great dinner and reveal it then. How, you ask? He arrives home, dinner is set and we go about it as if nothing is going on. Because well, he does not know of anything. How did he not see me staring at him with every bite. Waiting for him to see. To see what I want to tell him. A scoop of peas to his fork and then a pause. Smash, slide, glide... #2 we are pregnant, wrote right on the plate he eats from. He looks up "Really?!?" He was very excited. He jumped up from his chair to give me a hug. Don't let him fool you if he tells this story, he was on the verge of tears. Of happiness of course. It was the best reaction. I hope that I can congratulate him again soon with a baby #3 surprise.

Defeat:

Calvin was not as successful on his weight loss this week as he has been. He sadly announced a +1. He was not the only one to see a (+) this week, in a way I guess you could say that's comforting. To him at least. He's the one in it for the challenge after all. I give him the excuses to justify his gain. 1. Sickness. He came down with a cold this week and no one feels like working out while sick. 2. Quitting Tobacco. This week he has quit chewing tobacco and I know from my (failed) experiences, it's not easy and food some how seems to slip past your lips before you can really grasp the situation. So while he may have had a +1 on the scale, he is still a winner for kicking the tobacco.

I am on a mission to get more involved with my community.

Where to start?

No idea. But I want to get out there and live. I have been staying home and being with my children but we haven't been living. We have been just being a "paper weight". While we are happy, there is more we can be doing. I am going to call the Chamber of Commerce and see what kind of activities are going on locally.

I know one thing I want to seriously look into is going to the library with their reading group. I have heard about it, thought about going, but never got the information about time and such and just end up, obviously, not going. I need to get these kiddos out of the house more and it can't be healthy for me either to sit here day in and day out. I am finding myself getting nervous about leaving the house and that is going down the same road my mother in law said she traveled and said it was not a happy place. Again I will say, we are happy though. I enjoy my home, and staying home, and having all the time in the day to devote to my children, my home and computer (sad to confess about the computer *blush*)!

Play group. I am going to look for one locally, which I am almost positive there is not one. In a town on 13k I think I would have heard of one. If I do not find one, I think I am going to start one. I have been talking to other mothers around the US that go to them to get the general organization of them and I have full faith that I can make it happen.

I have this idea to talk to my local pet shelter/pound about taking time with the dogs there, getting to know their personality and then promoting them to the public via my blog, facebook, and twitter. (Maybe other outlets if I can find them) They do not have a "no kill policy" so if I can help push those dogs out of the kennels it would be a big deal to me, and I am sure to others as well.

I need to brain storm for other ideas, but please if you have any information about the above or any ideas of activities to look into, let me know. I am taking off the hazard lights, pulling off the shoulder and taking this road we call life, full speed ahead!

When my daughter was around 2 years old, her teeth started to turn yellow then brown, just the 4 front ones. Well I brushed and brushed but nothing gave. So finally we took her to the doctors and they said she had to have them removed. My hubs had enamal problems when we was young also, so maybe it has something to do with that, not sure. So here she was just over 2 and had no front teeth. She pulled off the look so well! She ws cute with or without teeth, but it did take some getting used to. So here to share a few pics with/without teeth!

Yes that is my headband and totally rocking purse that I sported today. I went to far to transfer diapers, wipes and all mother/child needs to this purse so I could be sure to stun someone with my fashion awesomeness! I also wore a yellow tank under my brown tank, sorry no pic! I know, you are thinking, she is fabulous! No, I just had to laugh at myself for making everything flow together. I mean a purse to match...really, who does that! But it is pretty rockin huh! =]