A Girl! Oh my Gosh!

Hello little Talitha Osborne! Dang you have a huge foot! No wonder your kicks are power packed. And your booty if fly girl! The first thing David did when we got home from the ultrasound was buy 5 books on raising daughters on Amazon. Seriously 5 books are en route to our house.  We are both freaking out a little. One year at a time I keep repeating to myself. Oh and people please NO BABY PINK! It will make me barf, seriously. Only hot pink or magenta or purple. K thanks! Ok, bring on the drama!

Lady or Gent?

This is me at 20 weeks, half way through and I'm hoping this doesn't mean I'm half as big as I'm going to be, cuz if so, damn! I'm only 3lbs more than my prepreg weight, but I lost 15lbs in the first trimester for barfidge reasons, but gained all that back plus 3lbs. Yummy. Only 11hrs till we find out the gender of this monster. I'd like to go on record and say my bet is a girl. David's is that it is a girl as well. We shall see. If it's Talitha (our girls name) or Levar (our boys name).

the 'what the hell's the matter with you' hormone

... has kicked in. Apologies to my husband. The only previous experiences that have triggered the release of this hormone in the past have been my interactions with my girls. (the ones from the city kids program at my church, CenterPoint Presb) This hormone was pumping freely this past summer when we were at summer camp. Like the time when one of my girls was playing in a camp-wide game where the objective was to dodge the huge fire hoses, kick as many balls into the opponents soccer net, and avoid getting your personal flag taken. Jazz decided to put her flag in her bra. Ok, but when she came storming off the field crying and screaming "I'm gonna punch that girl in the head, she wasn't supposed to take my flag, a boy was" all I could say was, "what the hell's the matter with you?". This was a legitimate question at the time, I really expected an answer. If not from her, someone. The times I've had with my girls are really the only parenty like experiences I've had. This past Sat one of my girls called me up to spend some time with her. I was scared because I knew why she wanted to see me, she thought she might be pregnant. When she told me, a rush of said hormone flooded into my bloodstream faster than adrenaline and had we not been in the TCBY with lots of other black people I might have succumbed. Crazy white pregnant lady on 13yr old black girl with a sundae is somewhat frowned upon in Tallahassee. I'll never get the south. But then this other hormone that I've never experienced came quickly rushing to the scene, whom I will dub the MPR hormone (motherly public relations) and made me see the fear in her eyes that emerged when she was faced with the acknowledgement of the repercussions of her sin. And then I realized that being a mom is all about suppressing the 'what the hell's the matter with you' hormone and embracing the slower running more asthmatic MPR hormone. I think the biggest responsibility as a parent lies in how we respond to our children's sin. What a scary and beautiful responsibility. Never is a human being more vulnerable and naked than when their sin is just lying out in the open. That is some huge amount of power to either do a lot of good or a lot of bad. Who else besides your husband sees all of your dirtiness-yo mamma. Ok- nuf speculation on motherhood, cuz I kindof hate speculation rather than experience. P.S. If y'all think to, please pray for my sweet girls. The Lord has started a good and beautiful work in them and I know He will be faithful to complete it but, there are rough patches. 

Sup Fam/Friends?

H'ok, a blog about us. Well, I'm pregnant as you well know from the creepy floating baby in the corner of the page. We do not know the sex YET, but we hope to learn of it this Wed at our 19wk sonogram. I love my doctors office.  I see a different midwife every time, but I love all of them. I'm still sick, throwing up occasionally and randomly, i.e. in the blockbuster parking lot, outside the movie theatre in front of a bus of people with my crack showing and David not telling me (good times).  And please don't feel the need to tell me how to cure the nausea, I've heard/tried everything. I'm 5months into this, trust me I've exhausted everything. The only thing that works is the combination of both Zofran and Phenergan. (which give me migraines, more good times) I just laugh now when people ask me how I'm feeling and I say "Still blowing chunks" and they say "Oh, have you tried Ginger ale, or C-bands? That worked for me!" to which I fight the urge to say; "B@$ch don't try me!" especially because the comment is usually given by a fellow church member-Much love CPC! But it's all worth it because I can feel this little thang move now! What a trip! How cool is God?!?! 

David, aka, Husband/Juris Doctor/Baller/Best Friend/Daddy to be/Vomit bucket cleaner outer, is doing well! Just finished law school and is working full time for the legal department of Children and Families. This position only lasts until the end of June, allowing the month of July to be stolen by the evil lord BAR EXAM. Whom David will fight with his gigantic brain and show no mercy. After that, who knows who David will go on to slay next with his then even bigger brain (still swollen from the recent victory). 

Olive Oyl, my 'sweet' little kitty, is also doing well, thank you for asking. We are only slightly concerned how she will do with the new addition to the fam. Her past interactions with youngins have only resulted in two scarrings and minor bandage use. She has not ever seen an infant though and we're hoping the helplessness factor will help... Please don't call DCF, cuz David works there, thanks. 

Our adoption process has been slightly haulted, do to the due-ness of another baby in early October. We are still planning on adopting in the near future, just as soon as things are "comfortable" with baby number one. (that's what we'll call it, then baby num 2 and so on, I read that assigning impersonal names to children helps them remember their place in line... JK! again, please do not call DCF)

I hope you enjoy this blog, because it is a pain for me to make, JK.