I'm FAT! Ok, it's called pregnancy...but still...

Isn't she beautiful? I hope it's a she. I just found a lovely photo of a beluga and of course posted it. So yes, I feel like a beluga.

I also feel fat. There's nothing like possessing the knowledge of knowing that your baby is a size of a grape but your stomach looks like it's holding a watermelon. At this moment I feel gloriously hapai (as the Hawaiians would say).

Oh, but unlike the glowing beluga I feel horribly sick and unwell. And please I really don't want to hear how, "I've never had morning sickness. " NOT. RIGHT. NOW. I think I might throw up just hearing someone tell me that. So good for you. As I silently whisper a curse over my shoulder to some unforseen force or even the Universe to strike you with so much morning sickness that you'll never utter those words again. I know--I'm a "hater" as my nieces and nephews would say. Ok, so you can tell me, that you've never had morning sickness--JUST TELL ME SIX MONTHS-- after I give birth. I just might not remember what morning sickness, I mean, ALL DAY sickness felt like. You might be lucky. I just might NOT curse you.

Anyways, in a few weeks (crosses fingers, spits over shoulder), I'm SUPPOSED to feel better. And I NEED to feel better. I need to look like a happy beluga with no care in the world.

Maybe I'll post a picture of my watermelon stomach and my "grape" size baby. But then again, I most likely won't. It'll be depressing really.

Yes, I know my "tone" for this whole pregnancy sounds unpleasant. But what did you expect. I'm pregnant. I'm MOODIER. I'm fat (not to mention I finally went down to 125. And seriously who's in the mood when you're puking at all hours?

Hopefully in a few weeks I'll feel more pleasant but right now I'm obviously not.

It's beginning to look a lot like a "QUARTERLY THING."

This blogging thing has made me really think that I'm not cut out for blogging.

Seriously, I've realized with only a few entries that it requires a special (meaning energetic) person to blog. And frankly I'm not that special.

Or it just plain means I don't "prioritize." Yeah, that must be it.

Don't worry my short banters will shortly come to fruition and one day--ONE FUTURE DAY, I will get this blogging thing down. I'm just not going to make it a promise.

I'll just blame it on "Hawai'i laid back" attitude. Yep, that's it--another excuse.

ITS BEEN AWHILE!

IT's been awhile.

It's been almost five months, three weeks since my Mother passed.

There are not enough words to explain the loss of a parent; significantly a mother.

I miss her still.

I love her still.

I think of her still.

I remember her still.

AND I KNOW... SHE is STILL with us.

New Year...Break out the illness

As I write this all five of my children are sick. I mean, they're ill and on the mend.

Me, I'm not ill but I need to mend.

There's nothing so concerning and challenging as having sick children. They look miserable and you want them (if you can imagine) back to their old selves where you find yourself screaming at them to "stop" doing whatever they've been doing for the umpteenth time. But now they're listless, burning up because they've caught some kind of virus as you try to get them to sit up and drink fluids.

As a Mom, I'm an average, ok Mom. But as a Mom to sick children I actually push my quality up to being a great Mom. I think it comes from years and years of having migraines as a child. A hard earned way of requiring compassion -- but it's true.

We've already ran out of ibuprofen, kleenex and blankets. I've re-washed and re-washed spoons for offering medicine.

The good news: they're stirring, (the once listless children) and me? Well, I look like I should lay down and have someone offer me some kindof prescription.

Actually if I could write myself a prescription it would look like this:

Sleep with earplugs. Allow only an earthquake to wake you up.
Visit a spa immediately after awakening from beauty nap.
And chocolate: lots and lots of chocolate, while watching some hawt guy in some romance comical movie.

Yep, that would really help me on the mend.

As for the children...having a healthy mom should be priceless.

What's your post prescription you give yourself, after caring for a sick child/husband. Although, a husband can be worse than a child.

Warm thoughts on a snowy cold day.