Obscure Celebrity Crush

Okay, this blog has absolutely nothing to do with my family, so if that's why you stopped by, sorry. My crazy pregnant brain will not allow any coherant thoughts to form, so I've been putzing around online most of the day. That's when I stumbled across my celebrity crush. The one guy that I can actually describe as "handsome." Not "hot" or "sexy"... how many guys get called handsome now. Over the age of 5, at least? Not many. Anywho, here he is. Anderson Cooper. *sigh*

I can't explain it, but the man is just dreamy to me. Maybe it's the steely blue eyes, the distinguished salt and pepper hair that he manages to pull off without looking old enough to be my father...I repeat, *sigh*.
Then I started to think, "Hmm...surely other people have celebrity crushes that they wouldn't mind sharing so I felt a little less like a psycho for finding a man that I've never crossed paths with so "dreamy." So, I pose this question to you: Who is your less-than-obvious celebrity crush. What I mean is, if you're about to answer this with "Brad Pitt" or "Justin Timberlake" or "Scarlett Johanson" forget it. They are so obviously "sexy" and I'm sure you're one in a bajillion in thinking so. I'm talking about the "handsome" or "beautiful" crushes that fly under the radar...c'mon...you've got to have at least one, right?

The Date is Set!!!

That's right. I made the appointment! June 20, 2011 at 11:15am we are scheduled for our ultrasound to find out the sex of the baby! Aaaaaak! I am so excited! People keep asking me what I'm hoping for. Quite honestly, I'm torn. I would absolutely ADORE another boy just because, well, I don't need that many chicks in my house to put it bluntly. I like running the show, and Paige is already cramping my style a little trying to take over my "Queen of the Castle" title. But, having grown up with a sister, I really think every girl needs a sister (if you're a girl and have one, you know what I'm talking about). It's a bond that just...you can't explain and you just don't get it unless you are a sister to a sister. I'm sure the same could be said about boys and brothers, but seeing as I'm neither, I can't say for certain. Plus, girl clothes are SO much cuter. But boys are so easy. sigh See what I mean? Torn. In other words, we'll be perfectly happy with whatever we end up with.
Carl IV has started going through a phase where he's really interested in death. Weird, right? I don't mean in a creepy way, he's just started talking about dead things or death in general more than ever before. For example: We'll be sitting down to dinner and he asks, "They killed this chicken for us to eat it?" To which I reply, "Yes, they did. It would be hard to eat a chicken if it were alive and running back and forth across the table. Now hush and eat your food." He does this almost every night. I especially like when he asks about something that was never alive, like cereal. "Mom, they killed this cereal for me to eat it?" Me: "No, silly. They make cereal out of grains and stuff." Him: "How they make it?" Me: "Umm...well first a machine goes through a field and picks all the grain, then it goes through another machine and...well...be quiet and eat your breakfast." Whew! I can't wait until he's old enough for me to use the old, "Go look it up!" line, because I don't know what I'm talking about 80% of the time. Okay, 90%. Whatever. The boy has also recently started riding a bike without training wheels. NO TRAINING WHEELS! Yeah, he just turned 4. I'm telling you, this kid's a beast!
Paige is...well...she's 2. That about sums it up. We're starting to get a lot of "No"s from her. Grrr. I forgot how obnoxious that phase is. That and the constant, "Whassat (what's that)?", and "Why?" I would like to apologize to every parent that I ever heard say, "Because I said so!" and thought to myself, "Hmph! I would never say that to my child. That's how they learn." Yeah, the me 5 years ago was an idiot. I've since shut her up and she has been taken over by a much more understanding, less judgemental me that happens to say, "Because I said so," at a disturbing frequency.

FEED ME!!!

I now know how Audrey II felt in "Little Shop of Horrors." I feel like grabbing everything in sight and sobbing, "Feed me!" Seriously. I am hungry. All the time. It's ridiculous. I'm trying to take it easy because I don't want to gain a bajillion pounds during this pregnancy, but I'm starving all day long. I actually tried last week to just eat at meal time and drink water in between to fill me up thinking maybe I was just eating because I was used to eating. Nope. That night while I was cooking dinner I actually had a faint spell. I got all clammy, got tunnel vision, dizziness set in...what is this kid doing to me?! Faint spells?! I don't think anyone has actually had a faint spell since the days of Gone With The Wind. Faint spell. Pffft. Ridiculous.
I started keeping track of the baby's growth through some website that tells you each week what's going on in there. Pretty cool. Except one thing. The site shows you pictures of other moms-to-be due in the same month as you, and all of these chicks are uploading photos of their baby bumps, and I've got to tell you, most of them look as if they're just using this pregnancy as an excuse not to suck in their guts anymore. I feel mean and rude saying it, but I'm serious. I know people show at different stages depending on their build and what # child it is, etc. But some of these girls...come on. You are NOT trying to pass that extra 30lbs you've been hiding under Spanx as a baby belly at 3 months pregnant! Stop it! It's driving me nuts. Maybe it's the hormones making me bitchy, but I just want to call them all out by commenting on their pictures. "Hey, congratulations! Looks like you're expecting a case of Little Debbies!" I know, I know. "Dee, you're being really mean." I can't help it. These are the kinds of things that I'm thinking all the time. Pregnancy just removes my internal filter, so these mean things just come pouring out. Blame it on the baby. Bad, Thaddeus. Bad.
Did you catch that? Yeah, Thaddeus is on the table as a boy name. I know most people think it's weird, but I really dig it. Here's what I've got so far: Boy: Thaddeus or Gabriel. Girl: Tegan, Miranda, Brenna. What do you think? Is naming a kid Thaddeus just cruel or do you think my kid would be cool/tough enough to pull it off?

Heartbeats

I had my second prenatal checkup yesterday and Carl III somehow convinced me that we should take the kids so they could "be a part" of this pregnancy. I have to agree, it sounds good in theory. They get to hear the heartbeat and make it a little more real. One thing that slipped my mind: doctors make you wait. A lot. For a long time. Try waiting in a 10x10 doctors' examination room with a 2 year old, a 4 year old, a STARVING pregnant woman, and a husband who is growing ever-more irritated with all 3 prior-mentioned individuals. I'm suprised we made it out without any casualties.
Anyway, back to sappiness: We heard the new baby's heartbeat for the first time. *sigh* The look on the kids' faces (especially Paige) was priceless. Eyes wide, mouths open in an "o", just completely dumb-struck. So cool. But that will definitely be the last time they accompany us to the doctor. Oi.
Carl IV was asking me over the weekend how the baby would get out of my belly. "Sheez," I thought, "This already?! I am NOT ready for the birds and the bees talk." So, I kept it as simple as possible. I explained that in an ideal situation the baby just came out when it was ready. (I was careful not to mention where said baby came out of. I don't even like to think about that any more than I have to. shudder) Then, I went on to explain that sometimes the baby needs to come out through a cut in the mommy's belly (Imagine my 4 year old's fascination at the thought of someone sawing me in half). Well, somehow he convinced himself that they would be cutting into my tummy to hear the baby's heartbeat. So, when we're pulling out of the doctor's office parking lot Carl IV says, "Why didn't they cut you open? I thought they were going to cut your tummy?" I can't help but laugh at the fact that 1) He was so distracted by the idea of someone cutting me in half that he totally missed the point of why someone would be cutting me open, and 2) He thought I would bring him and his sister to WATCH someone saw me in two?!?! What a weirdo.