Happy Birthday to Me!

Well, it's that time of year again - the birthday. And this one is my 35th. Yes, I'm a 35 year old with bifocals; and I just found my first gray hair. YIKES! I remember when I was a kid and thought that I was going to be an old hag at 28 with the turn of the century. And now I'm another 7 years older.

I've asked for no presents from anyone. I don't need them and I already have the best present in the world. For the past 10 years, I have been asking, begging and pleading that God would, at the least, make me pregnant before I was 35. 35 seemed to me to be the big number - if I wasn't pregnant by then, it wouldn't happen. And after all of the IVF's, surgeries, and failures, I figured it wasn't going to happen.

Although close to the wire, I must hand it to him - he came through. Just four months shy of my big day - I got pregnant. So, no other present can even compare. I already have the best one in the world.

Yes, baby boy, it's my birthday and you are the best present EVER. I love you!

Let the kids have their dog for cripe's sake!

I'm referring to the new story about Ellen giving up her dog to her hairdresser's kids - and then the cops take back the dog. To get the full story, go here. Now, what I want to know is, if the dog is happy, why can't the dog stay with them?

Do rules always have to be enforced? I know they have the rule that no families with kids under 14 can adopt a dog, but these kids are 9 and 11, not 2 or 3 where they could be really bothersome to the dog. It just doesn't seem right.

It reminds me of Mr. Bean's and my two girls. First there with one family they are told would be there family; then there with us and once again told we are their "forever family" and now they are with a third family. This poor puppy is going through the same sadness - and unnecessarily going to a third family IF they can find one.

Sure ticks me off.

I've Been Here for Years!

Well, at least one year anyway. I was thinking of MC Hammer when deciding what to write because it's been almost a month since I blogged so it must seem like I disappeared. I must tell you, however, A LOT has happened.

We went to Disney and had a great time. Then Mr. Bean and I both came home sick as a dog from Disney and were out of commission for more than a week. It really hurts to cough when you are pregnant, I must say.

We then found out our little bundle of joy is a boy. I'm just happy he's healthy. I'm also getting huge - so huge that my OB was like "you gained HOW MUCH WEIGHT in a month?" So much for my lost 100 pounds.

We also have been trying to keep up with work, registering for the baby and deciding how to do the nursery - in Disney of course! We even bought some really nice artwork which will look great in the nursery. And some cute onesies that are gender neutral because we didn't know until we got back that the lil' guy was a lil' guy.

We're also going to birthing classes. Although fascinating, it scares the crap out of me. He's going out WHERE?!?!?

So, I will try to be a better blogger. Please don't give up on me yet!