Almost home

24 hours from now I should be back in my house.  I can't wait!  Hannah has become impossible and keeps asking to go home.  She told me she wants to cook in her own kitchen.  So do I.  I don't have too many ways to entertain her where we are staying so she is unfortunately watching a lot of tv.  When we get home that will change. She will have her toys and friends again. I predict many hours outside playing and running around.  As much as I hate Kingsville, my husband and dogs are there and I miss them like crazy.  I also miss my own bed and shower.  I have never been away from home this long.  I have been gone 10 days, but that was as a family.  Considering it is usually my husband leaving and I am the one home, this has been an odd experience.  I think I prefer to be the one that stays home.  I have had a great time seeing people, but I know I will not do this again.  At least while I am pregnant. 

Murphy's Law

The last few days in KC are turning out to be interesting.  When Hannah's first two teeth were coming in, they decided to make their appearance right at Christmas, when we were in KC visiting for the holiday.  I remember she screamed most of the night and was such a crank.  She was miserable on her first Christmas.  Here we are visiting for two weeks, and what happens.  Of course her two year molars are coming in.  She was awake from 2-5 last night unable to sleep.  I tried everything I had.  She said her teeth hurt so I gave her some medicine.  Then she was thirsty.  Then she just wanted to sit.  Then it was the fan scaring her.  Do you see where this is leading?  I was near tears because I was so tired.  She has been such a crank today, but luckily she had fun at a meet up with a few friends.  I borrowed my dad's car so I could get around town today, and the battery died on me at a gas station.  Luckily I was in the shade, but Hannah was asleep and she was getting really hot.  She woke up when my dad got there to jump start the car and proceeded to scream the entire drive to my brother's house.  She keeps asking to go home, and it breaks my heart to tell her we still have four more days.  I can't wait to be home, in my own bed, Hannah in her own bed, and have my routine back again.  I am exhausted.

Ready to go

Next time I write about going to visit family for two weeks, please remind me about this trip so I don't do it again.  I have enjoyed visiting family and friends, but two weeks with a two year old and pregnant is too much for me.  Hannah is so off her routine, which I expected, but it is so hard to deal with.  Every day she is becoming more obnoxious and harder to take care of.  I just want to be home where she has her own room for naps and bedtime.  Sharing a bed with her is not fun.  She either kicks me in the stomach or rolls on top of me.  So not fun for a 22 week pregnant chick.  I still have a week to go, and I am hoping I can stay busy enough to make the time fly by.  I really miss my home and my family there.  I started crying tonight because I am ready to go, and I almost tried to change my plane ticket so I could leave early.  I will wait it out though.  I am hoping these emotion stem from hormones and exhaustion.

We made it!

Well, we made it to Kansas City.  For a few hours I wasn't sure I we would, and half way through the day I regretted making the trip.  However, we are settled, and bored, at my dad's house for now.  We tried to leave San Antonio right as President Obama was landing there which meant air space was closed.  Then we sat on the plane for an hour due to an AC/power source thing.  We started to taxi to the runway when there was a lound thumping noise at the back of the plane.  The flight attendant called the pilots to let them know.  It sounded like someone was trapped in the cargo area and was trying to get out.  They checked and decided it was some AC thing which meant sitting on the plane at a gate for an hour with no AC.  Hannah was so cranky by that point.  Luckily, I had a long layover so I didn't miss my flight.  It didn't matter anyway because my second flight was delayed an hour out of Atlanta.  I was close to crying.  I was so tired of chasing Hannah through the airport.  I really wanted a leash for her.  I don't care how it looks.  We had several talks about listening, and obviously she did not listen.  Then she was not happy when we landed because she was hungry and tired.  The last few nights she has been awake until 11 and I have to have a hand on her when sleeping otherwise she cries.  This does not work well when my hips hurt so bad and I toss and turn all night.  Besides all that the trip is going fine.  I already miss my house, husband, and dogs.  I am thinking two weeks may have been too long, but the tickets were cheapest at this length.  I know for sure I will not fly with just Hannah again while I am pregnant.  It just hurt too much to chase her around. 

Anniversary

Eight years ago today my mother passed away.  It seems so unreal that it was so long ago.  What makes it even harder is I am at my dad's house today so I can see her remains (she was cremated) on the mantle.  I am at my own house every year so the reminders aren't as bad as being here.  Even though my dad's house has become a bachelor pad, it still feels like my mom is here.  Each year it gets easier to deal with the fact that she is gone, but I do feel sad knowing that Hannah and the new baby will not know their grandmother. 

Discovery and jealousy

Although this terrible twos phase is really testing my patience, I have to admit it is a fun age. Hannah is catching on to so much stuff.  Right now she is fascinated by Pepper's nipples.  Pepper loves to have her belly rubbed so Hannah does it.  She loves to touch and count all the nipples on Pepper's belly.  Then she has to find her own.  It cracks me up to hear her discuss it with me.  She finally understand there is a baby inside me.  She will lift up my shirt and say hi to the baby.  I don't think she really understands what is going to happen, but it is nice that she is friendly right now.  I did realize I am going to have some jealousy issues with her.  I watched the neighbor's 8 month old the other day, and she did not like me spending so much time with this baby.  She kept trying to move between us, taking all the toys, and eating all her food (I guess that may be a 2 year old thing though.)  She is also trying to claim the crib as hers even though she hasn't slept in a crib in a long time.  As we were setting it up today she kept talking about her crib, and trying to climb in it. My hope is if I have it up this early, she will have time to adjust to the idea that she does have her own bed, and the crib is not hers.  I think I am going to help her decorate the room as much as we can.  We are renting, and more than likely moving when this next is kid is only a few months old, so I won't do much, but I would like to do some.  You never know with Hannah though what she will do next.

Ultrasound Results

I had my anatomy scan yesterday, and  it looks like I am having another girl.  I will be honest, I was pretty sad when I found out.  I thought for sure that it was a boy, and it was a shock to hear I am carrying a girl.  I am pretty certain this is my last pregnancy so I was hoping for a boy to have one of each, but two girls will be fun.  At least I know what to expect this time around. If, in a few years, we decide we want a third we can always try to adopt a boy.  The tech said the baby looks pretty good which is the best thing I can ask for regardless of how I feel about the gender.  I know the shock will wear off, and I will be excited to have another girl.  Although the idea of having two teenage girls does scare me a bit.  The husband joked that he is being punished for something since we have two female dogs, and now two daughters.  I am glad he is used to estrogen already.

Home Sweet Home

I still consider Kansas City my home even though I haven't lived there in 6 years.  All my friends and family are there so it will always be my comfort spot.  I haven't been back there since Christmas, but in two weeks I will be back there again!  I am so excited to see friends and family.  I feel so disconnected from them.  I know that with a husband in the Navy, I probably won't live close to them again until he finishes his career, but some days I did wish I lived there instead of wherever the Navy sends us next.  I am a bit nervous about being there for two weeks.  That is a long time to live out of a suitcase in someone else's house with a toddler, but I think it will be okay.  I am already making plans to catch up with old friends and see all of my family.  I haven't seen extended family in over a year.  That is crazy!  I used to see them several times a year.  Let's hope the husband can hold down the fort while I am gone.