This picture says Brave to me- that's exactly what James has been today. He has a boil on his bum and I can tell it hurts to sit, lay down, do pretty much anything. Today I saw it had a white head to it so I got some tweezers and nipped the head off- he didn't raise a big fuss then because he barely felt it. I put him on his belly and got some of the nasty stuff out of it. He cried like hell, but it made him feel better to get some of the pressure out. I called his doctor's nurse and talked to her, she asked what I'd been doing so far and told her I had popped it and gotten some stuff out to relieve some pressure, then put him in a warm bath with Epsom salt and have been putting triple antibiotic cream on it every time I change his diaper. And it felt really good for her to tell me I'm doing everything right. You always hear people say don't mess with your pimples and so in my head I thought that's what the nurse was going to say. I feel good. I got some more out a while ago and James was a trooper so I told Neil that we need to get him something for being so brave. I don't know what yet, but he's got a surprise coming his way! Any good ideas?
    I have a very good friend, we've been friends for a very long time and we know we can always talk to each other about anything....ever. She has been having some really freaky sporadic periods, she went 54 days without a period one time. She finally went to the doctor and they did a blood test and the results weren't good. they said she has too much testosterone in her blood, and the only reason that hormone should be elevated is if she's on any kind of medication, she's not on any. He then told her that it's either a benign brain tumor, which I hope to God it's not or that she had PCOS, which is Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. This runs in her family and I wouldn't be surprised if this is what happened to her as well. But what makes me the most sad is that I've always seen me and her having our kids grow up together. She can still have children, but it could take a long time, she's always wanted to be a stay at home mom like me. She is depressed and sad but she's so calm about it, she knows it won't last forever. But as a woman who has the same goals as her, it hurts me too. I'm going out with her tonight, we'll be out with another girl so I doubt she'd want to talk about it. I don't blame her. But she knows that I will always be here for her, we've been there for each other for a long time. She's a strong, brave person, I know she'll be okay. She's got a strong support system, plus she has amazing friends. Just keep her in your prayers please.

On February 5th, I was still getting all of James' clothes and new stuff from the baby shower in order. I had told my husband "We need to get this done, all his laundry folded and put away because I don't want us to be disorganized now and then have James and be even more disorganized". So we watched some TV, had a home-made-not-good-for-a-pregnant-woman-dinner and then went to bed. We did our usual night-time ritual which consisted of first I go potty and brush my teeth and then Neil goes potty and brushed his teeth and by the time he comes to bed, I'm snoring. It worked out pretty swell, hehe. So we sleep really good and the next day, Neil gets up and gets ready for work, does all his usual morning round up of all his work things and, like all days, comes in the room and kisses me good-bye. Nothing unusual about this day at all, seriously. So like the day before and the day before, I stay in bed to catch even more ZZ's and I hear the door close. Cool, he's gone(okay, not cool he's gone, but cool, have a good day, haha) Then, something happens(good thing we had put a plastic mattress cover on our brand new mattresses!!!!!). I feel a hard contraction. Kind of like if you had a water balloon and you squeezed it, this is probably what the water balloon felt before bursting. So I felt this contraction and feel a slight-'pop'. And my first thought was "Oh shit". I can't tell you how far along I was because at the end of everything and after seeing James, he had hang nails but my doctor was telling me I was around 36 weeks, so something didn't add up me. Anyway, back to the story. I RAN to the bathroom as fast as I could. I knew what happened and I was so terribly excited! However, it wasn't my doctor or my husband that I called first, it was my mom. She was in Houston that day for training and when she answered I said "Mom, my freaking water broke!!!!". So she told me to hang up and call my doctor so I know where exactly to go. So I called the doc, got the directions and all that jazz then called Neil who was about 45 minutes away form home by now. (In Houston traffic, it's hard to get to the place you're going but it's easier to turn around and go back the opposite way) So I called Neil and told him to turn around cause it's that day. I was calm through all this just to let you guys know. So I nonchalantly got into the shower because I don't wanna be stinky and have my legs going everywhere later on, right? I knew I would want the drugs so I didn't eat anything. food+ anesthesia= vomiting. I didn't want that at all. So I get dressed and we lived on the 3rd floor, that sucks super bad. I have 2 towels wrapped around my bottom half and at this point I think "Why in the hell do they make this look easy in the movies? No one is ever wet like this!" Funny. So we get down to the car, I don't want to move too much because that feeling of constantly peeing was really gross to me and I didn't want to make it worse. I made a small pallet of towels on the front seat(thank goodness for leather) and we drive. We hit several bumps along the, making me glare at Neil and he would just glare back, what else should he have done, clicked the Go-Go- Gadget wings and made the car fly? Would have been nice, but no. So we finally arrive at the hospital and by now I'm feeling very light contractions. We get inside and I see about 10 nurses standing there with their heads somewhere else because they looked at me like they'd never seen a pregnant woman, jerks. So they made me wait about 10 minutes, all the while I'm sitting on a pile of towels, now literally covered in my mom juices and I was feeling pretty nasty even after my shower. We get in the room and the kind of mean nurse(or it could've been my hormones telling me she was mean, stupid hormones need to quiet down!) told me I need to change into my gown. I finally get into the bed where there is a bed pad, waiting for me! YAY! The feeling of letting those towels go was all too amazing to me. Ha. So the nurse puts some towels between my legs and of course, they didn't stay dry for too long. Anyway, all my family shows up and I'm looking like beached whale on Galveston Island(that's where James was born). It was nice to see everyone though. It makes a person feel good to know that they have family that care. So things are going steadily, nothing is happening too much. However, they give me the Pit- ugh. I HATED that crap. It sped things along which was good, but damn, it makes it hurt faster! I ask for an epidural. they say there is a list but they got lucky and found an anesthesiologist in the hallway that is willing to do it for me real quick. Awesome. I get it done  and all is well. they put a catheter in and I'm in Heaven. It was basically having someone there to pee for me, didn't have to get up or anything! Let's fast forward shall we? Okay, things are hurting, I'm pressing the little button for more of that awesome medicine but it feels like nothing is working. I think I pressed the button like 20 times in a row and nothing. I was about 8 centimeters now and I could definitely feel it. So a few more minutes of feeling like crapola and I was finally 10 centimeters! Sweet! they got my prepped for pushing and had me do practice pushes. My legs are in the stirrups, I'm pushing and some guy, the head of anesthesiology just walks in my room without knocking and looks at me! I felt so violated. How gross and how utterly rude of him. And he proceeds to argue with the person that gave me my epidural about how he didn't know she did it and blah blah blah and I wanted to turn my head and say " SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!!" Seriously. After a while of practice pushing they see James' heart rate would dip down when I pushed and they also saw he was sunny side up. So they said "We need to do a C-section". Crap, crap crap! I wanted to avoid it all costs, but I would have done anything at that moment. they roll me down the hallway, the whole way telling me it's not an emergency, it happens all the time. But I really wanted to say "Well treat it like an emergency because I'm ready for the pain to go away!!!" We get into the OR, I'm on the table, in obvious pain and they start asking me questions, I knew they had to but I didn't really want to talk. The OR anesthesia guy tells me his name, tells me what's going on, cool. He gave me more meds and I could feel every pinch the surgeon made and told him to give me more meds. I could still feel it. So he gave me more and I finally went numb. They started the C-section and I could seriously feel them pluck James out of me. It felt so good to have him out and so good to know he's safe. I heard him cry and I looked at Neil and he looked at me. I think we both though"Well, this is the last time we'll have quiet time". Hahaha, sorry, it's true. They sew me up and send me to recovery where I see my two BFFs. I stayed there that night without James and the next day they take me LND to finish out my time at the hospital. James ended up having jaundice which I knew was normal but I freaked out anyway. they took the blessed catheter out so I had to teach myself to pee again. I didn't get to eat until the next day though, so that was 2 whole days that I didn't have any food or water. I felt like a starving dog, the minute I saw food, it could've been any kind of food- cat food, dog food, I would've taken it. No doubt. I was so happy. They said I could go but James had to stay. I wasn't going home with nothing to show for my pain so I decided to stay one more day. The next day was Thursday, Neil had class so we couldn't go home as a family. My Mimi drove me home and I think that was the scardest I've ever been. It was late for her so she drove in and out of lanes the whole time, scary! We finally made it home and I was greeted by my mom and sister in law and they all helped me up the 3 flights of stairs. The next few weeks were full of pain and the baby blues; we went to Wal-mart to get a breast pump and felt like I was going to die from the pain of the C-section. We had to take breaks every now and then.
    All in all, my first experience was okay. Not what I intended it to be in my head, but I got a great gift out of it and I love the fact that giving birth made a way stronger person. I love being a mom it's what I was born to do, it's my calling, if you will. Haha. I'm itching for another baby now, but we have to wait until Neil is out of school. I don't want to wait that long, but oh well.

I had a case of the sweet tooth yesterday but didn't think I had anything sweet. So I got some tortillas, cut them into fourths, sprayed olive oil on them and dusted them lightly with cinnamon and sugar. James REALLY liked them and so did I! This definitely helped tame my sweet tooth!




James started his Evil eye phase it's hilarious. He tried to pull this look on us when he gets into trouble, we try our hardest not to laugh but it never fails to get him out of trouble!




Neil came home from work the other day with a huge bundle of flowers for me and a card- just for the heck of it. Well, to say he loved me really. I love these flowers! They're so pretty!




My boys playing guitar hero- James was totally cool! And was enthralled by the guitar that was twice his size, but he did a good job. He got a higher score than Neil!!!


Just wanted to share some pictures that have been building up in our pictures folder. Hope everyone has a good day. I'll be cleaning, we have some people coming around to all the apartments looking at them because there is someone that is interested in purchasing the condo complex and I guess he wants his people to see what kind of shape the condos are in. Ours isn't too bad, we've only lived in ours for almost 2 months. Nonetheless, it needed to be cleaned anyway, like bad. I need to get the strength to put the laundry away, it's the worst part, blah. I'm going to try and get a funny video of James today to share with everyone. He was playing with Besita(our chihuahua) last night but as soon as I turned on the camera, they both stopped and looked at the camera. I guess I'll have to go undercover to get a cute video. Okay, sorry, that was supposed to be short.