A Rash Decision

Pregnancy.  It's great.

Really is.

Pretty easy for me (so far), also.

But I'm about to throw in the towel on allergies.

I've given in to my doctor's suggestions and am now taking one Benadryl nightly before I go to sleep, but it is barely touching my problem.

It isn't my nose, or lungs, or even my eyes.

I instead have a terrible, leprosy rash.  All.  Over.  My.  Body.

My eyes look like I've either been punched or been crying for five days straight.

And my skin.  My poor itchy skin.  My poor, itchy, rashy, lepro-skin. 

Miserable.

Jack Hammers and Jack Russells

Our one-fact-a-day baby calendar last week said to throw away tales about putting earphones on your tummy, that now baby's ears are developed enough to hear a Jack Russell barking or a Jack Hammer drilling.

Funny.

Pay no attention to the peaceful Jack Russell to the right--- she has certainly found her voice.  Add on top of that the fact that she gets excited any time a phone rings, a person walks by on the sidewalk or a dog barks on the tv, and we have some Jack Russell barking.  Barking so much, in fact, that we're thinking we may need to try a bark collar out before the baby gets here.  She's the laziest Jack Russell in the world, but every dog needs to have a barking conversation every now and then, and we're nervous that her excitement around kids and babies will only exacerbate that fact. 

And sledgehammers and Jackhammers... boy do we have those.  Anyone who has been to our house knows about the vacant house to our left that has been the bane of our existence.  The good news?  It's no longer vacant.  The bad news?  There are workers there from 730am until 8pm.  Every.  Single. Day.  With jackhammers.  And sledgehammers.   And generally loud noise makingness.  It's starting to make me crazy.  I try to remind myself that its much better than either a vacant house, or massive construction being underway with a brand new baby.  But for now, the noise is so loud that it's literally making me nauseous.  And unhappy.  And grumpy.  And more unhappy.

So sorry, baby.  I know you can hear all those jack russells and jack hammers.  And the sledge ones too.  Here's to being able to sleep through anything!

Value is key

For those of you who don't know - most of you reading this do - you can spend as much and far more than you want on all things baby.

We have touched in previous post on our friends and families generosity with clothes, bedding and other goodies.

The answer to many, not all but many, of getting the other needed items for a good deal is that most American of ideas . . . the Yard Sale!!!

Our neighborhood holds a annual yard sale day in May.  There were 72 yard sales within 1/2 a mile of our house on Saturday and we took good advantage.

We got a pack -in-play for my parents, a strap in chair that turns a regular chair into a highchair,  a couple of Halloween costumes, the fable frog pod and lots and lots of clothes all for $50.  Susann was wheeling and dealing with the best of them and everything fit into the Honda to take back to the house.  My man room has now been invaded by little man things.


Overall a great weekend.  Next weekend we start the process of cleaning the nursery to prepare for a new coat of paint and baby furniture.

Mom to be

Our son is more fortunate than he can know to be the son of Susann.  She is going to be a great Mom.  Happy Mother's Day Susann,  I (we) love you very much.

Shawn