fever rears it’s ugly head

The first thing I heard when I got up was Ryan telling me that Matthew(7) was sick. 

I could literally feel my head puff up as it filled with dread.  I replied with, Oh please, please, please say he’s not throwing up.

No, it’s a fever and headache. With a mild cough.
Whew!  I can handle that.

I asked Ryan if he was acting normal or being whiny about it.  It was a silly question that I already knew the answer to.  Matthew is his father’s son.  When a cold or flu gets him down, he’s completely down.
Tylenol and Motrin are on today’s menu.

RSV is making the rounds at our church.  I didn’t take Lucy to church on Sunday and won’t be taking her this week either.  However, there is a small concern that what Matthew has now is that same virus.  Lucy’s not likely to get anything.  Thank the Lord for my ability to produce a more than ample supply of milk for her.  Most likely, through my nursing her, she’s already got all the immunities she needs to keep from getting sick.

Still, this is RSV we’re talking about and a little prayer might be in order.  RSV can be dangerous for babies.  My friend’s preemie got very sick with RSV last year and it was scary.  Lucy’s not a preemie, but she is under 6 weeks old.   

Prayfully this bug is short lived and mild. 
In a family of 10 even the mildest of bugs can seem to drag on forever.

Which is why I’m so glad nobody is throwing up.

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this morning

I’ve actually been waking up at decent times lately.  Today I was up at 6:30, thanks to my cat who was continuously howling that he just had to go outside. I know that’s not all that early, but it is for me at this stage in pregnancy.
I don’t mind at all.  Sam heard me get up or something because he came out all sleepy eyed and smiling.  He’s sitting here enjoying some Blue’s Clues on Netflix.  I’m sitting here enjoying him squished up against me. 

Today is Ryan’s birthday and it just so happens that he isn’t on the schedule at work today.  What an awesome birthday present!  that just makes it an even better day to have a baby.  Plus, my nose is completely dried out.  I don’t know why this is a sign of approaching labor but for me, but it is.  I guess, at this point, however, everything is a sign of approaching labor.  I’m now past my due date.  Labor is coming.

My husband doesn’t know how old he’s turning (34 by the way).  Every year it’s the same thing.  He always thinks he’s a year younger or a year older.  It cracks me up when he gets it wrong, then stops, and gets a look on his face and says, How old am I turning again?

You know they let him fly helicopters, right?  There are a lot of numbers and calculations involved in that.  The man can’t even remember his own age but he makes an exceptional pilot.

Funny.

Last night I had a dream I had the baby.  It was a little boy and I passed out during labor and didn’t wake up until after the birth.  The baby was really chubby, but the right size for a newborn. 

Except he was walking already and saying Mama and carrying around Hot Wheels cars.

Ryan told me yesterday that he had to run to Lowe’s this morning.  I’m going with him. 
He said we’ll run laps around the store if we have to.  He really wants the baby to be born today.

Well, he can run laps all he wants.  I’ll sit down, enjoy a water, and laugh the baby out.

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a jeep named biscuit

Biscuit is my 1980 CJ5 Jeep. And I really, really like her.

Biscuit is short for Hibiscus, which Joe couldn’t say when he was little so it always came out biscuit.  So when I decided to call my Jeep Hibiscus, it was a no brainer that she’d be nicknamed the Biscuit.

The little guys think she’s a giant toy just for them.  She does kinda have a play with me look.  Although we’ve had her for years now, she’s still a pretty big deal.  When Ryan started her up the other day some of the younger boys just stood in awe, mouths wide open.

She’s a pretty cool little ride. But it’s taken a while to get her where she is.

You know how you sometimes make a bad decision.  And you kinda know it in the back of your mind like a 2 year old knows not to put a Hot Wheels car in your drink but he does it anyway even knowing there will likely be consequences?

Buying the Biscuit 2 1/2 years ago was a very toddler thing for us to do. We wanted it the way we wanted it and we wanted it that way RIGHTNOW.  Not our most glorious decision ever.  But, buy her we did. And have her we do. 

And she was so much fun for about 2 weeks.  Then, the pretty much totally predictable thing happened. She’s 30 years old.  She needed upkeep.  A leak here, a tweak there.  

It’s a good thing my husband is mechanically inclined. 

What Ryan found in all his tweaking was that there was a little more tweaking that needed to be done. 
And a lot of part repair that needed to be done. 
And a whole lot of part replacement that needed to be done. 
We toyed with selling her, even listed her for sale once, but more issues kept popping up and we decided that we couldn’t.  It just didn’t feel right to us, selling her in the condition she was in. 

Our only option was to lose a ton of money on her, or take the time to make her awesome.  We decided on the latter.

Heh heh.

So, the Biscuit has been out of commission for a while. Like, pretty much the whole time we’ve had her. Almost.

However, little by little…
Very little by little…
Like 2 1/2 years of little by little…
We’ve managed to save our pennies to purchase new parts, refurbished parts, junk yard parts…
And this weekend she is finally fixed up and just about ready to drive.

In fact, Ryan actually pulled her out of the garage and took her for a spin in the cul-de-sac yesterday.  Even though the tabs are a year and a half expired.

He’s such a rebel.

She still needs a little tweaking.  And we’re short a couple of seat belts.  And tags.  But she purrs like a kitten. 

I don’t know much about cars.
Okay, I’ll admit that I don’t know anything about cars except where the gas and brake pedals are.  You should see me try to turn on the van’s windshield wipers if it starts to rain while I’m out and about.  I think it’s probably comical even though I’ve never laughed about it myself.

But even though I’ve not been gifted with any mechanical intelligence, I do know the Biscuit sounds tons better than she did when we first got her.

And all thanks to my husband who’s put the needs of his Harley behind the needs of my Jeep.

My Jeep is running.  I’m getting a new baby.  And I had a Roy Rogers drink today.

I’m feeling a little bit spoiled right about now!

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optimism has been overridden

I’m beginning to wonder what I’m going to blog about after this baby is born.  My mind is so focused on giving birth that I’m having trouble thinking of anything else to write about.
I’m assuming that some semblance of normalness will set in pretty quickly after the whole have a baby thing has happened.  Normalness around here usually presents me with quite a few blog worthy things to post about. 

Things that don’t have to do with Sharpies.
I just don’t know if I can go down that road again.

There are posts I do want to get up.  My daughters two surprise birthday parties a couple of weeks ago were very awesome.  We have a bunch of pictures of us all at my sister’s house and all the cousins on my side of the family.  Except the three gestating babies.  All three of my mama’s kids are pregnant right now.  For the next few days anyway.

Well, my brother isn’t actually pregnant. 
His wife is. 
Obviously.
With their first. 
It’s a boy.
First babies are so much fun! Well, all of them are but there is so much newness with first babies. 

And two of my sisters-in-law on my husband’s side are preggers, too.
Hi Cassie!
Wow! That’s a lot of new family in the growing!

And I really should have taken a picture and posted about Sam’s chosen attire today. 

I got a new laptop.  I could post about the ups and downs of that. Why does there have to be a down here?  I’m getting ticked off with technology lately.  Whoever invented technology in the first place I’d like to have a chat with.

Nothing is dependable.

Well, there are some things that we can depend on.  Like Jesse.  Who fell asleep beside me about 45 minutes ago.  I can depend on him to be up till at least 10 tonight because of this late nap. So, there is always that.

And heartburn.

And Jehovah’s Witnesses to show up at exactly the wrong time.

I know I’m being such an Eeyore. Please just bear with me.  My house of twigs just fell again.

It’s been a day.

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chicken, legos, and mama’s got a bug

I asked Matthew(7) what my next blog post should be about.

Without having to think about it he replied, Chicken. And my new Lego set.

Maybe he was the wrong person to ask.

Either way, I feel challenged. So now I’ve got to come up with a Lego chicken post.


1 hour later I got sick.

I started typing this post out yesterday evening and then put it on hold to watch a movie with Kait and the hubster.  Then, in the middle of that movie it became suddenly obvious that I had indeed contracted whatever thing my two boys had the night before.

So now I’m sitting here, waves of nausea coming on with the weirdest contractions I’ve ever had trying to figure out how to post about chicken when just thinking about chicken makes me feel like my insides are going to become my outsides.

Walmart has fresh boneless skinless chicken breasts for $1.78 a lb.  And not the sub-par kind.  But the perfect kind that when you take a bite you just know it came from the most perfect hen in the coop.  It’s cheaper than ground beef right now and I definitely prefer chicken to ground beef most days.
When I’m not throwing up, anyway.  Right now they both sound pretty atrocious.

And if one more kid tries to shove a Lego set in my face, explaining about all it’s amazingly intricate devices and purposes while all but following me into the bathroom I’m going to let Jesse loose in their bedroom. Alone.

Done.

So there is my Lego chicken post.  Now I’m going to lay down and watch something on Netflix and wait for the rest of my family to get back from church. Then I’m going to fuss a little to get some pity, and maybe take a nap.

And if these weird nausea contractions keep up I might just have a baby today, too.

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my words for today

Kids.

Vomiting.

In the middle of the night.

Why.

Might I ask?

Does it always have to be in the middle of the night?

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more than a tiny bit gross to me.

A fellow pilot friend of my husband’s was sweet enough to recommend a television show that my husband might like. Since we don’t have cable or anything Ryan found it online.

It’s one of those delightfully fun shows that has a husband looking for his wife and son. Friends who want to do the right thing. Love. Dedication.
Oh, and let us not forget about the Zombies.

The flesh eating, murderous, pale, gory, walking-dead zombies that often pop up out of nowhere and want to eat the main characters who often barely make it. They could all die and the show could be over at any second.

It’s called The Walking Dead. And it’s more than a little disgusting.

My husband likes fright night type stuff.
I don’t. Not. At. All.

And that’s how I got here. Sitting beside him with my awesome phone writing this blog post about how I’m sitting beside him writing this blog post.

So I don’t have to watch.
Because it’s just a little more gross than I care to see.

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the bike

Last night we celebrated Ben’s 6th birthday. 
We always do a clue-based treasure hunt for birthdays so Kait had put together 5 clues and Ben had to use the clues to find his gift. 

This was funny.

The last clue took him to his closet where Ryan had put his birthday gift, a new 16″ bike.  Ben opened the door to the closet and was so set on finding another clue that he totally missed the big bike sitting right in front of his face.  We all stood there giggling until finally Ryan said, Ben, is there something in your closet that doesn’t seem to belong?

He got really quiet for a second.  And then he saw it.

Suddenly he was shocked.  The gift went over quite well.

Ryan had taken the training wheels off before we gave it to him since Ben is past that. 

He was so happy he wheeled the bike into the hallway, got on it, and took off into the living room.  I raced after him, sure he was going to crash into something and bust his head open and spend the rest of the evening at the emergency room getting birthday stitches.  But he didn’t.

We told him not to ride his bike in the house again.

Poor guy though.  Today it is going to be 70 degrees but it is going to rain all day long.  He’ll probably have to wait until tomorrow to take his bike out on the open road.

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i’m trying to make time go by faster by blogging

There are very few things that bother me more than being in the car.
Being in the car for 5 hours when I’m 37 weeks pregnant is definitely worse though.
And children vomiting in the middle of the night.

No, we have no vomiters right now, but if we did I’d probably rather be in the car.

I think.

Right now we are coming down to the tail end of a 5 hour car ride and I just want to be done RIGHTNOW!

But we still have some 20 miles to go and I’m feeling quite impatient.
Part of this is because I have to pee really bad. The other part is that I just really, really detest car rides.

I tried closing my eyes and clicking my heels. We’re still in the car.
And my behind is screaming at me to get off it already!

I don’t sound whiny do I? I hate sounding whiny.

But not as much as I hate being in the car.
Hate is a strong word, I know. I’m only using it because I really mean it.

Jesse started crying. This means I will possibly be playing peekaboo for the next 20 minutes.

Because listening to a crying child when I’m in the car at 37 weeks pregnant when I have to pee and my behind hurts will likely send me over the edge.

Where’s Jesse?
AH! There he is!

Yeah, this is going to get really old really fast.

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maybe

My record for the number of comments on a single post is 33. Not including giveaways, of course.

I have a post I wrote yesterday that has 32 comments as of right now.  And I’ll be honest and say I’m getting all excited.

I admit to having a bit of a comment obsession. I don’t know why.  I just do.
On another blog I read the author mentioned closing her comments for a little while.

My first thought was, why blog then?

Then my second thought was, Wait, that first thought makes me kinda seem a little self absorbed.

Then my third thought was, But still, why blog?

Yes.  I’m a total mess.

Anyway…
Maybe nothing will happen. 
Maybe it’s all over. 
Maybe there is nothing more to say on that particular post subject.

But, maybe, just maybe there will be two more comments.  Maybe that post will make We Are Culbertsons history.

Just maybe.

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