Randoms...

It feels as though we are either really busy.... or really lazy. Right now, I'm really liking being lazy.

We've slowly been putting the girls' rooms together. This was Phase Two on the plan for "Get Ready For #3". Phase One was moving.

Holynd is now in a big girl bed, which she loves.... now. When we moved her crib into Sloane's room, Holynd cried and told us that the "crib doesn't go there!" She was even more upset when we moved the big bed into her room. "NO! Where's my crib!?" It was heartbreaking. We had to childproof her doorknobs so that she couldn't get out and since there's no toys aloud in the bedrooms, she had no choice but to give in. Now she's in love. We are taking apart the little toddler bed and putting it in storage. Holynd, for some reason, could NOT stay in that little thing! She would fall out constantly! We decided to give her the other queen-sized bed we had. She's in love. She can sleep upside down, sideways, with her feet on the wall, no pillows, all pillows.... let's just say I feel bad for the man she marries.

I posted this picture just to show everyone why my glass doors are never clean. 'Nuff said.

Holynd and Sloane love the big deck on the back of the house. We spend A LOT of time out there and once my allergies clear up, I'm sure we'll spend a lot more out there. (Husband: Can you put the umbrella up? Please??)

We do have a view now. It's kinda nice. Some people, who will remain nameless, like to come over and spy on the people who camp in Cabella's parking lot.... What weirdos!

It's really nice to eat meals outside. Everything just gets hosed down afterward. I LOVE IT!

And finally........... one of my new favorite things. Oh, I can't believe how much I love this. The downstairs family room is now playroom central. The bedroom area is behind a big closed door, so with that childproofed and a baby gate put up, the girls are pretty much in "Baby Prison" as my mom so kindly calls it. Well, we decided prison wouldn't be complete without a little security. Cameras that is. This baby monitor is amazing. Four cameras in the basement allow us to check on the girls when we're upstairs, without having to walk down the stairs 14 million times a day (oh my little pregnant body is so thankful!). It rotates through the audio on all the cameras and the cameras even have night-vision! This is how we discovered that Holynd was such an erratic sleeper. It also has an intercom system so you can talk through the cameras. As a mother, you can literally have eyes in the back of your head. I love to catch Holynd doing something less then great and call down, "Holynd.... Are you sure you want to do that?!" It keeps my babies on their toes!

We did survive pictures. I love Katie at Peekaboo (Alissa! She says HI!). She was really good with my girls and Holynd loved her little dress-up area with all the headbands and jewelry. The pictures should be here in a week or so! I'm so excited to decorate my bare walls with updated pictures of the girls.

Anywho, I will update soon with pictures from Sloanie's first! She was so cute at her little cupcake party! Oh how I love that little baby.

Sorry for the unorganized, him-hah of a post. I had some pictures I needed to get off of my phone.

CELEBRATE!

NEW FURNITURE TODAY! MY FURNITURE IS COMING TODAY!

We had a BBQ here Saturday. It was a lot of fun and Holynd and her friend got to get into the little pool and splash around. However, after awhile, we were forced inside because the weather cooled off way too quickly. The girls ran downstairs to play and the babies were put to bed. That left the adult upstairs to sit either at my folding table or on my living room floor! :( Luckily, we have good friends and no one minded.

That doesn't mean that I can't be excited for new furniture though!

NEW FURNITURE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait!

Oh, to prevent further inquiries, I am annoucing this: Because of the move, I missed a doctor's appointment. Which means I don't go back to the doctor until the end of the month, which means that I won't be scheduling my 20 week ultrasound until then, which means that we probably won't find out what we are having until NEXT month. :) Amazingly, I'm ok with this. Finding out always makes the pregnancy slow way down for me. After that there's only that STUPID/LAME/DISTURBING Glucose Test to look forward to and then, labor. I'm seriously considering opting-out of the Glucose Test, can you do that? Is it legal? I HATE that thing.

Hello! I'm here!

We are still alive and kicking (all of "us" our kicking now, wink-wink). We are adjusting to life in a house, which has been a little harder then I thought it would be. Every once-in-a-while Holynd will ask to go "home" and it's not any fun to have to explain that our old "home" isn't home anymore.

I'm a little bummed the weather hasn't been all that great. I've got a yard and now we can't play in it! I did get my garden planted. Tomatoes, Jalapenos, Bell Peppers, Cucumbers, Squash, etc. It's going to be good eating around here if everything survives! (STUPID SUN! COME OUT NOW!)

I'll get some pictures posted soon.

So, my pregnant-self is still pregnant. Although, sometimes I forget that "Baby Hamburger" exists. He/she probably noticed though and has been giving me a nudge of recognition every so often - "Just wanted to remind you that I'm here... and you are hungry for a GIANT candy bar". Did I mention I threw out the scale this pregnancy? You'll not be hearing any weight obsessions here. Guess what? The cellulite came back almost instantly and my flapping arms showed up despite all the weights I lifted and yoga I did pre-pregnancy. Instead of obsessing like I did my two previous pregnancies (and probably causing A LOT of eye-rolls from everyone) I've given into the fact that it comes with the pregnancy and that's fine, as long as it goes away with the pregnancy. ;) If you'd like to e-mail me hate and criticism because I'm not monitoring everything that goes into my mouth, you can. I won't pay it any attention and I'll forever remember to laugh when you get the pregnancy-cellulite and arm-flap. ;) I tracked every calorie I ever ate during the first half of Sloane's pregnancy. Hate to break it to ya, but the weight came on anyway and I made myself pretty miserable by depriving myself. So while I do enjoy all my servings of fruits and veggies I need in the day, I'm not going to be worrying if I want a donut for breakfast once-in-a-while. (Maybe for lunch and dinner too).

Did I forget to mention that Sloane has (finally) cut two of the most adorable teeth ever? She waited quite a long time. I was starting to worry a little. She's not a very nice teether. In fact, by the time the first tooth cut, I was ready to start pulling my hair out. Luckily, she thinks Baby Tylenol is candy. ;) Again, e-mails filled with hate and criticism because I give my children medicine when they teeth is always welcome. Just don't expect sympathy when your little ones are teething.

It makes me sad when...

I have to separate all the baby stuff because my babies will all be in separate rooms with separate closets.... :(

Is it ok that I still dream of girlie bunk-beds at night?

We're almost done packing. My little condo is looking really bare. Matt and I realized that our entire life boxed-up fits into one room in our little condo.

We're going to start moving Thursday. Hopefully we'll be done by Saturday.

I also want to give a BIG CONGRATS to Aunt Twitch. My girls love Aunt Twitch (Aunt Tevyn). She's graduating this Wednesday. We're so proud of her. I can't believe she's graduating. This can't possibly mean that I'm getting old?! Every time we walk into my mom's house, Holynd wants to know where "Tebin" is. Aunt Twitch is always willing to go on treat-runs and willing to push Holynd on the swings for hours on end. Who wouldn't love an Aunt like that!?

Graduation also brings another special visitor to Utah. Aunt-T! (Aunt Tierra). She'll be here to celebrate the graduation and the move. She'll also probably make us eat all the yummy food she's is missing in Colorado. Darn it! I hate to eat lots of yummy good when pregnant! What a drag! ;)

A fun-filled busy week over here. It wouldn't be a Peterson move without us creating a few box castles for the princesses to live in and Holynd dressing up in all the Halloween costumes while dancing around with flowers and purses.


My mom keeps telling me to watch out for the "next Lady-Gaga"... I don't see it. ;)

Since our kitchen has been "closed" temporarily. We've been going on picnics. Holynd loves a good park visit. That is, until she falls off a playground ladder, hits her mouth and bleeds the entire way home. But, being the great parents we are, we know how to fix that - ice cream.


Sloane likes to eat all the dirt and gravel and then see how far she can crawl before we can catch her. Dirt is nutrient rich right!?

A Summary

I have some very angry people waiting for a summary of all that's been going on at the Peterson household lately. Mainly, how we are feeling about having 'Three under three' this November.





Let's break this up into weeks.





Week 4: This is the week I find out I'm pregnant. That night I cry a lot. Really, I'm terrified out of my mind. I'm excited about three babies, but I'm overwhelmed with the idea of having two babies while being pregnant again. Let's face it, I don't wear pregnancy well. We knew we wanted more kids, but Matt and I were pretty content with Holynd and Sloane's little two-some. We were just having fun, getting excited for the summer and kinda loving how boring and simple life had got. Matt and I have always said that we love it when life gets boring. No drama = no stress.





Week 4 and One Day: I'm convinced that the Lord is going to give me the easiest-most amazing ever. Why would he let me be miserable when I have two other babies to take care of? I hadn't ever gotten real sick in the past, so I wasn't at all worried about that. I was worried about the contractions that would start at 23 weeks and keep me exhausted until I finally give birth. But, I was completely content because that wasn't going to happen this time around. In fact, I wasn't even going to consider myself pregnant until I found out what I was having.





Week 4 and Three Days: I start to feel like I'm on a never-ending boat ride. My stomach does flip-flops all day long. "This can't be sickness" I tell myself. "I never get really sick, just queasy and tired".





Week 5: I'm sick. There's no getting around it. I feel awful.





Week 6: Sick Sick Sick. At this point, I'm not moving for most of the day. Every morning the girls bring all of their toys into the living room and they play and watch cartoons while I moan and try to convince my stomach to let me eat something, ANYTHING without being sick afterward! ("Please stomach! Let me have a Diet Pepsi!!!) I start to consider gagging myself so that I can get the relief after barfing. Seriously, I was ready to resort to pregnancy-bulimia.





Week 7: Still sick. My house is a disaster and I'm starting to worry that people are wondering what the heck happened to me.





Week 8: I tell Matt that we need to start telling people. This is getting ridiculous and I realize that I need some sort of support. I'm eating now, but not anything worthwhile or healthy, thank heaven for vitamins or else I'd be really malnutritioned by now.We decide to tell close family. (I had already told my mom, sisters and friends that saw me on an almost daily basis. I knew they'd all know something was up anyway). This is also the point where we go to St George. Having Matt around to help and just getting the girls out of the house really helped. (Shopping is also cure for everything). At this point, I'm just kinda living life with morning sickness. I always feel crappy, but the question of every day is 'How crappy?'.





Week 9: We're into a "mommy's on her deathbed" routine. Life just kinda goes on. This is also the point where I get into the doctor. Because I was nursing when I got pregnant I had no idea when I was actually due. My doctor got me in for a quick ultrasound and we find out we are due on November 6th. I've decided I want to go give birth on the 1st so that the baby can have the 11/1/11 birthday. It sounds like kinda a fun day to shoot for. Later, Matt tells me that the NBA season starts a few days before that.... Now I'm reconsidering. (Because in my world, I have total jurisdiction over when I go into labor. Not really true, but it's something I like to believe.) We have an on-going rule that I no longer give birth during the NBA season for reasons that will remain moot. This is why Sloane came on June 18th and not the 17th. I willed myself to get passed the NBA championship game. They ask me at the ultrasound what we want, a boy or girl. I almost laugh, it's a girl! Duh!





Week 10: Something amazing happens. It's like the clouds part and the sun shines down on me. I start to feel a little more human. I start to have a few good days followed by a few bad days. This is when I'm able to pick up yoga again. Working out helps a ton as far as energy goes. It also helps me sleep better at night. I start to panic a little - what if the baby is a boy?! I have no idea what to do with a boy!





Week 11-12: Slowly but surely the sickness starts to disappear. I start to wonder if it was really as bad as I thought it was. (It was Tanshyle! Don't forget! It sucked!)





Week 13: I see Dr W for the first time. He laughs when he shakes my hand. "I really did NOT thinking I'd be seeing you this soon!" We have a good laugh and he makes me feel better. I no longer think that back-to-back pregnancies will kill me now or make me suffer a premature death at the age of 50. He tells me that the heartbeat is at a steady: 154 bpm. "Sorry, no denial for you. You're definitely having a baby" he says. I'm completely convinced I'm having another girl now. Holynd and Sloane's heartrates were always right within the 150-155 range. I may or may not have my nursery already picked out.....





So that's about it. I'm at week 15 now. Holynd and Sloane's pregnancies were really stressful. There was a lot going on, especially during the end of Holynd's pregnancy. The lay-off, 21 credits, my grandma's funeral, the mass they found during an ultrasound, plus all the preterm labor was not the ideal way I wanted the end of my pregnancy to go. The unexpected induction and 19 hours of labor at a strange hospital with a doctor I had only met days before was just the icing on the cake. Not to mention everyone there telling us to prepare for a NICU stay and surgery soon after birth.... I was not a happy-camper. We also found out that baby ultrasounds cost about $300 bucks-a-pop because our insurance lapsed after Matt was laid-off. Don't even ask how much a pediatric surgeon charges to just TALK TO YOU after the $300 ultrasound. I try not to think about it.





I think the experience with Holynd's pregnancy made me really paranoid during Sloane's pregnancy. I DID NOT want another induction. (I'm still terrified of inductions). Matt and I were also praying like crazy for a job change. It was desperately needed, but I had no idea it would come five days before I gave birth to Sloane. Again, we found ourselves with a newborn and no insurance. Awesome, but this was actually a good thing. Matt's new job turned out to be better then we thought. Well, better then I thought. I was skeptical.





However, this pregnancy I've decided to just be excited. I went through a hard time where I thought no one would be excited for us. This is our third pregnancy is three years time. I didn't want this baby to get brushed aside. I just decided that I would be excited because this pregnancy could be one I actually enjoyed. I figure we made it through all the other pregnancy drama and worrying never helped anything. I'm just content to get us moved into our house and get started on preparing for the baby. I'm excited to have a nursery actually put together before the baby comes. This baby will actually get it's own room (as will both the girls, hence the move) and so it'll be fun to put something together that's just for the baby. Hopefully I'll stay productive and get it done BEFORE the baby gets here. Unlike Holynd's nursery which was not done until WAY after her birth. I had everything ready for Sloane, but all she got was a cradle in our room, which she grew out almost immediately.





So! Now details on the house. I'm sorry. I have no pictures because I suck! But we're moving in a week, so I'll get some posted ASAP. I'm not going to tell you where it is. If you want to know text me or email me. I'm not going to post our location for all the blogging universe to read. Sorry. I'm really excited because I get a formal living room and a family room. If the truth be known, I may have already ordered my new furniture for my living room. (Hooray for family connections!) The downstairs family room will turn into playroom-central. I'll probably let Holynd help decorate. It also has a walk-out basement, so our backyard will be accessible from the playroom. Wahoo! Matt's really excited to have a Theater Room downstairs too. I'm really excited to have a kitchen that can be completely my domain. I'm a little bit of a kitchen-prude. I hate a dirty kitchen and this house will help enforce the "no toys in the kitchen" rule. I need to have an organized kitchen because, frankly, my cooking stinks and if things get chaotic, it stinks even worse. I think we'll find that having a garage will be a big luxury. I really want a deep-freeze so that I can shop in bulk at Costco and actually have somewhere to store all my findings. This will be a must-have once the new baby starts to eat. I've come to learn that my kids like to eat the same 5 things over and over. Holynd really wants a pool in her backyard, she says. I hope she's not disappointed when she finds out it's just a blow-up pool that we fill with water.

That my pregnancy summary. I hope this satisfies all those pregnancy-update cravings out there. Maybe one day I'll have to blog about all of Matt's sympathy symptoms. Yes, it happens. Matt's had heartburn and headaches right along with me.

Pheobe: "Umm.. Sympathy pains. I thought it was really sweet at first, but now I think he's just trying to steal my thunder." (Just for you Nicole!)

I still need to blog about Vegas. I'm really wishing that the weather that was there would come here! What is with the rain!? Stop praying for rain people!