Bless his heart...

I have had too many cravings this pregnancy. With Smasher I craved cheese fries and chicken nachos, but they had to be from certain restaurants. With 8, I crave Mexican shrimp cocktails, nachos, chips (plain or BBQ) with sour cream, okra, and my ultimate craving - The Mr. Goodbar. Now, I don't think my husband understands how these craving things work. We were in the doctor's office this morning and I say, "I want a Mr. Goodbar." The Hubby laughed and said, "You had a king sized one last night." I said, "So?" He then proceeded to ask if there wasn't any other kind of candy that I liked. I explained to him that I don't like chocolate all that much but I do like Almond Joy and anything with caramel and chocolate, but I'm stuck on Mr. Goodbars right now. He then asked it I would eat a Hersey bar. No. Peanut M&Ms. Yes, but I'd prefer peanut butter M&Ms and I don't want them right now. I wanted a gosh darn Mr. Goodbar!!!! Later we headed to our local grocery store to pick up a few items. I stopped to get plain potato chips for our tuna casserole which we made tonight (new recipe and I didn't like it one bit. I'll tweak it.) and they were having a 2/$6 so I got a bag of BBQ chips as well. I've done pretty good with my eating habits lately, but I needed some chips and sour cream. Well, The Hubby just starts laughing at me and telling me that the combo of BBQ chips and sour cream sound dubious. They were incredible. He just doesn't understand.

Today I realized that my little boy is 15 months going on 15 years. He screamed when I told him he couldn't have a drink of my pop and stomped/ran to his room and slammed the door. What the crap? I laughed...really hard. I checked on him a few minutes later and all was fine. He giggled when I made fun of him for being ridiculous. I just can't believe I had to deal with that today. I seriously felt like I was putting up with a teenager.

We had an appointment today. 8 is doing well. I did go into the hospital last night. No contractions or anything, just really bad pain. Everything checked out fine and while I still hurt pretty bad, she's fine and that's what's important. The Hubby has been great and pretty much waits on me hand and foot. We're almost done now. 31 weeks today. I can't wait to meet her.

I can't believe how much God has blessed my life. I have an incredible son whom I love so very dearly. My husband is such a good man and is an awesome father to both a child who is not his by birth and one that isn't even here yet. And I have a beautiful, precious little girl on the way. We may not have a whole lot of extras or opportunities to go out and do things, but we make the best of what God has given us and we're content with that. I sometimes lose sight of the fact that I have all of these things in my life going for me. They're staring me in the face and I sometimes I completely miss it. I've learned to be THERE. Just be THERE. In THAT moment. The past is the past. No use living in it. The future is the future. Not a whole lot expect preparation that can be done for the future. The most important thing is NOW. RIGHT NOW!!!! I don't want to miss anything in my children's lives. I want to be there for everything! When Smasher gives his first performance, I want to be the one screaming the loudest. When 8 gets to the top of the rock climbing wall, I want to be there clapping for her the longest. I just don't want to miss anything...

...including my sleep (but I really was serious)

So, for now, auf wiedersehen...