A Tale of Crunchy Tacos...

For Quincy's ACTUAL Birthday we let him choose what he wanted to have for dinner. He picked tacos.

Really? I even explained that I would make anything he wanted, but tacos were what he chose. More specifically he said he wanted crunchy tacos. Okay. I could deal with 'crunchy tacos' for dinner. Not much labor for me, right?

August 15, we had our delicious crunchy tacos. Quincy was happy. Braxton was happy. Tyler was happy. It seemed they were a real family pleaser.

Now... on to the rest of the story. Let me preface by saying that for a few weeks prior to Quincy's birthday dinner I had been feeling sick. The boys were getting awfully mad that mom was "sick" all the time. In fact, one day Quincy got mad when I told him I couldn't play with him because I was sick and he angrily said, "Well, just take some medicine!" I decided at this point I could no longer keep our secret from them. I consulted with Tyler and we decided that we would explain why mom was so sick all the time during Quincy's dinner. I waited until Tyler got home and we were all eating. After finishing our dinner Tyler asked Quincy, "Do you know why mom is so sick all the time?" "No" was his response. Then he explained, "Mom has been really sick because she's going to have another baby!" At this point we were expecting Quincy to be happy, however, we were a little shocked by his reaction. His response was, "What? Another one?" 

Talk about building up a special moment in your head. At first he looked like he was in disbelief, then after talking about it for a while longer he warmed up to the idea. We had to explain that the baby was really small and wouldn't be here for 9 months. He was a little disappointed with that news, but I know once I start showing he'll be happy again. Braxton doesn't really understand the concept of a baby yet, but we are trying to tell him often that there's a baby in mom's tummy. He likes hearing this and hopefully once my tummy is big enough he'll give it luvs like Quincy used to. 

Originally after finding out that I was pregnant (August 1st) Tyler and I had decided that we would NOT tell our families until I was further along. I kind of had to change that plan when I decided to go on the road trip with my mom. I knew that if I was around her for a whole weekend that she would suspect it right off the bat. So the Friday after Quincy's birthday I had Braxton give them a card in an envelope that said, "In Braxton's words... I'm going to be a big brother!" They were shocked at first, but said they had suspected something was up. 

Tyler later decided to tell his parents on the phone....I wanted to send them a video with the boys announcning the news, but he didn't want to wait. Funny how that original plan of "not telling anyone" sort of went out the window. However, for about 3 weeks we did keep the secret. It was really nice that my parents knew though... there were definitely moments on my mom and I's trip that I was feeling sick and she would discreetly help. 

About this pregnancy: I have been sick for about 5 weeks straight now. It is awful. In fact I don't even think that word fully describes how miserable I have been. Some women relish in the whole pregnancy thing... personally right now even the word relish makes me want to barf. I can't eat food. I really HATE food right now... Nothing tastes good. Everything that smells flavorful, spicy, or greasy makes me gag. I can barely stomach the least flavorful things. Pretty much all foods that are cooked give me heartburn. It is horrible. I can't lie down because of it, but when I'm sitting I'm nauseous and dizzy. I feel dizzy pretty much from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep. And speaking of sleep... I get very little of it. Between the one million potty trips, the heartburn, and the uncomfortable-ness I get an average of 4 hours a night. I sound like I'm complaining don't I? Well, I am. And you would be too if you experienced these things non stop for more than a month.

However, I am managing. I am tired pretty much ALL day long. In fact, this is what my house has looked like for a few weeks now. It is truly disgusting. I can't even stomach walking into my kitchen like this:

I am about 9 weeks pregnant now. I had an ultrasound last week to reveal that I have one healthy baby inside my tummy. It was rather uncooperative for a picture, but we have a cute little lima-blob. :) As tradition calls for, we had to come up with a name for 'the baby' until we find out the gender and so Howard Baby #3 will be known as baby Pula. (Said like: 'poo-lah').

Baby Pula is alive and well... causing misery for this mama, but it's all worth it right? It might even be especially worth it if I could finally get a girl. ;)

In the meantime we will keep you guys posted on things. As of now all I have to say is that Pula will be here April 4th or sooner. We can't wait!