Dear Hormones....

Dear Hormones and The Bump,
 Ok. I get it. You are going crazy and this is leading me to be crazy emotional. Seriously...stop! The weird things you make me cry at (American Reunion?!?!!) the strange cravings (woke up this morning aching for a root beer float) and the psycho mood swings for no reason. I'm ready to be done with you but I know I have at least another month dealing with the ups and downs of you a'raging in my body. As for the Bump, just a few more weeks and you can escape. You aren't quite done yet and yet you seem awfully excited in there. I know you wish there was more room but sticking your feet in my liver/ribs/stomach/wherever you can reach is not going to create more space. So enough ok? I promsie you'll have all the room in the world when you come out. I would like to be able to sit back and relax and not have you practice your high kick routine. Can we just agree that after 9pm is quiet time and no backflips after 10? That would be amazing!
Love, me

    As you can tell things are getting even crazier. Munchkin starts school in 3 days (AHHHHHH!!!) and the Bump is set to arrive August 30th. Granted, grandparents & Daddy are ready to enjoy the presence of the Bump, this mama just isn't ready yet. We are a little further along now...we at least have a carseat! Still no name. He seems set to use names from his family only but I would like to try and use something from my family's side. Muchkin's middle name came from DB's brother. Don't get me wrong, I love his family but come on, I'm doing all the work I should have a little more pull right? Hopefully we get somethind decided before Bump makes its presence known. Along with a few more pieces of furniture and the house a little more organized!

   Munchkin has been in the habit of dragging all his toys out of his room and setting up camp in our living room. Our living room isn't huge so the parking garage, box and wagon of blocks, random small injury inducing toys and the tinker toys scattered across the floor like a war zone don't exactly help. I have threatened to rid the living room of all toys via the trash can if they aren't cleared up by tonight. We'll see how that goes....

   DB has gotten back to somewhat normal hours so that helps a little but still not very helpful when I come home from work while he has the day off and he's napping while Munchkin plays. How the $(*^$ does this happen? Granted, Munchkin pretty much entertains himself and does really well but still. If you're that tired, wait til I get home and then go take a nap. Nothing pisses me off more than when I see this. And knowing that he hasn't left that spot on the couch since that morning while I come home and instantly have to start cleaning the kitchen, getting dinner started, picking up afformentioned toys and corraling the munchkin. And to top it all of, wiped out at the end of the night, sore as all get out just wanting to sleep. Guess who wants to get some lovins......and no, it't not the munchkin.......