Ya, Just Read This...

This morning as I was getting dressed, my loving husband came into the room looked at me and said,

"Well babe, you don't just look fat anymore. You can tell you're pregnant now."

Thanks Jim

Valentine's Day...

I have never really understood the concept of Valentine's day. Granted when I was a kid I loved making a box every year and passing out candy at school. Though since I've gotten older the thought of the day is rather ridiculous. I find it sad that we need a holiday to treat the people we love special and do something nice for them. Shouldn't that be an everyday thing? Not just once a year? Ya ya ya, it's fun and a nice excuse to take your sweetie out for a nice dinner and spend the day together, but I guess I just am confused as to why we need a reason to do that. Jim does little, and big, sweet things that are totally unexpected all of the time. Like send me two dozen roses on a random Wednesday with a card that says, "Just because I love you..." Or he wakes up early on days I have to work and he doesn't, just so he can sit and have breakfast with me. Or he sends me random text messages about how much he loves me and how happy he is to have me in his life. I guess I just take this all for granted because it's a daily thing for us, to let each other know how much we care and how grateful we are for one another.
Jim is probably the greatest thing to ever happen to this world, he goes along with my stupid ideas just because he knows I want to do it, even when I explain to him that I am well aware of how gay it is, he never tries to talk me out of it for his own sake. He just shakes his head, laughs, and says, "Let's go babe."
He will lay on the floor with me for 3 hours every night while I'm hooked up to an IV, most of the time I fall asleep, but he stays right there just because he knows I hate it when he's not close to me when he can be.
He cancels plans with his guys if I need something or if it makes me sad that he'll be gone all day.
He cleans my car, simply because he is cleaning his truck too.
He wakes up almost every time I move throughout the night to see if there is something he can do to make me more comfortable.
He tells other people not to eat my jelly bellies and otter pops.
He brings me an otter pop every time he gets one, and even if he doesn't get one, cause he just knows I won't turn one down.
He goes out of his way to find a solution to all of my concerns.
He always opens the door for me, and if I try to hold it open for him, he simply steps behind me and says, "Go ahead babe."
He mostly does the laundry, and the cooking. -- but that's only because we live with his parents right now and I'm not comfortable going through their cabinets.
Every time he finds a bad ass video on you tube, he comes and grabs me so we can bond over watching stoned people make idiots of themselves or listen to Gunther sing about his ta la la.
When I get cold he goes and gets a blanket for me and socks. and even puts my socks on for me, because I look so comfy he doesn't want me to have to move.
He decorated cookies with our nieces and I on Saturday, even though he previously told me, "It's a girl thing, I'll opt out."
His heartbreaks if I don't sit in the center seat, right next to him, when we are in the truck.
He's the best dad ever, and extremely attached to our little dude that it still swimming in water and breathing like a fish.
I catch him shopping for onesies online all of the time.
He eats all of my nerds and denies it when I ask him, only seconds later stating, You love me so it doesn't even matter babe.... I'll go buy you more.
Every time I have a "blond moment" he laughs hysterically and in between breaths exclaims how my absentmindedness makes him fall in love with me all over again.
He bought me a birthday present that makes me official, I know have a leather riding jacket. I'm officially a biker bitch, or ol' lady.
Sometimes I forget to put my ring back on after washing my hands in the morning, he'll just show up at my work with it.
He loves that I'm getting fat and thinks it's cute.
On that note, he freaks out and almost cries at every doctor appointment when we find out I've lost more weight - I'm just getting fat in my belly, everywhere else is shrinking.

I could go on forever with this list, but my point is, Valentine's Day is ridiculous. The kind of love we show other on February 14th is the kind of love we should show them all the time. Jim and I don't feel the need to celebrate Valentine's Day, we both agree that every day should be filled with love. So yesterday we just got up and ate Lucky Charms together, went to the mall in search of new jeans for me, ate dinner at my parent's and watch Son-in-Law together, Nothing out of the ordinary, just another day we spent together, enjoying each other's company.

P.S. This is a way longer post than I planned.

P.P.S. Don't tell Jim about this post, I don't want him knowing that I actually like him.

Happy Monday!

It's a...

BOY!!!

Julian James will be here sometime between the end of June and first part of July!

Anthropologie...

I just noticed that half the blogs I read have posted something about Anthropologie within the last few weeks. I just felt like I should get with the program.

P.S. The only "anthro" I care about is actual Anthropology, you know like, the study of human life and it's history.

Painful IV Flush...

Last night, just like every night, I sat on the couch while Jim prepared the saline flushes and drip for my IV. He knelt on the ground and attached the saline to my IV line and preceded to flush the line. He got about .5ml of saline into my arm before my reflexes kicked in and I yanked my arm back and kicked at him in pain. Jim's face went white as I started laughing uncontrollably at the shock of the pain and my reaction. Jim was still unsure of what had happened at this point so I gathered my control and told him that the flush hurt like mad, something was wrong with the IV. Though I have had this problem in the past, when the IV is a few days old, injecting stuff into it starts to sting, but nothing like what I felt last night, and the IV wasn't even 24 hours old.

Naturally, Jim and I though maybe it was just a fluke, so he tried to inject more saline, same thing, it hurt like mad. At this point we looked at my arm and the skin above the IV insertion point had a long red line, I can only assume that the vein had become swollen causing that irritation. So we called Joe, my awesome nurse and told him the situation, as Jim was talking to Joe, the inner side of my arm as well as my thumb and pointer finger went tingly, and then numb. Joe told Jim to sit tight and he'd come out after a couple of his patients.

My arm felt like it had something extremely heaving dropped on it, the pain did not ease at all. Joe showing up and looked at my arm and became rather puzzled. He saw the redness and came to the assumption that the IV must have torn out the side of my vein and the pain was from the saline being flush directly onto my muscle and nerves. The numbness may have been caused from my nerves going into shock from the saline solution.

Joe is an amazingly intelligent person and stated that he didn't even want to mess with that IV and just took it out and inserted a new one. I love Joe, so does Jim, he's so cool!

Anyway, today my arm still hurts pretty bad where the old IV was but the "good, not so good" news is that I won't have to deal with getting a new IV every 4 days anymore. I went to the doctor yesterday and I have lost more weight. I have dropped 15 pounds since getting pregnant and have not been able to get back up to my original weight, nor gain any weight at all.

I was honestly shocked when I stepped on the scale yesterday. I thought that I would've gained enough weight to be off the IV's.

However, now my doctor is getting more serious as this issue is becoming more and more serious. I am going to have a PICC line placed to see if injecting the medications directly to my heart will help me gain weight. Cross your fingers, If not, I have no idea what the next step is. Wish me luck!

Dear Lady GaGa...

If you were even somewhat normal and went by a name that didn't make me mad every time I heard it, I might actually listen to some of your music. Though due to your retarded alias and your horrid outfits, you just make me mad. You are not making any fashion statements, you just look dumb.
Please just be normal, and cease with the desperate cries for attention that you make through your appearance.

Sincerely,
Amber

P.S. GaGa just sounds like a little kid trying to say something.

It's so hard...

... to find crib bedding that isn't completely gay. Everything has dump animals or sail boats. or worse, Winnie the Pooh, all over it. Jim and I looked all over and couldn't find the bedding that we want, or anything close to it for that matter. So we got this brilliant idea that we would just ask his Aunt Judy to make it and choose our own material. It sounded like a great idea until we started pricing out fabric and trying to find patterns we like. Screw making it!
We've now been typing in the google searches like crazy trying to find something we both like and looks somewhat normal. The trouble now is that Jim fell in love with the fabric we picked out so no crib sets look remotely cool to him. I starting to change his mind though. I have found a few that I'd be willing to settle for. The funny thing is, I'm sure that once our baby is here. we're not going to care at all what it's bedding looks like. But until then, I will keep on with my search for the perfect bedding. Feel free to shout out any awesome websites you know of!

P.S. We find out of the February 9th what the gender of our little monkey is!