They Don't Make Sunday

Once you finally accept that you are in fact having another baby, one of the first natural thoughts is BOY or GIRL? For me, it was the first time I was hunched over and sharing the ingredients of my lunch with my toilet when I fully accepted that I was, in fact, going to be a mother of three come October! I promptly sat down with my iPhone in hand, on the Notes app, and decided on some names.

I always thought I'd be the mother of at least one girl when I was little. You know, someone to carry on the legacy of my beauty. That's a joke folks. I'm (half) kidding. Anyways, with the prospect of this baby, I just keep thinking how much easier it would be to just have another little fella! We've got all of Mr. P's stuff still in good condition and I pretty much know what to expect from boys. Of course I'll be happy either way cause everyone 'just wants a healthy baby'... blah blah blah doesn't that go with out saying? I mean, lets be real, who wants for a sick baby? So saying it, or hearing it rather makes me cringe. It's like, "Hey thanks for clarifying Captain Obvious because for a second there I was thinking maybe you were HOPING for complications at birth." You know what I want? I want my baby to be CUTE! So does every other mother out there, but they feel obligated to say the healthy thing! I want my baby to be cute, my labor quick, and to know the gender like yesterday!

In our attempt to find out the sex of our babies, Sunny and I have been running in circles, doing wives tales theories like the ring on the string test, the chinese calendar, and the newest craze the Ramzi theory (at least I think it's new). I'm sure Sunny is having a boy, primarily because that what i want for her and because I dreamed about her daughter playing with a little boy at the beach and helping him build a sand castle. But then again, my cousin is also pregnant and I was so certain she was going to have a girl, but it's a boy!

I was very lucky with both my boys in that I was able to find out fairly early their genders. With Bowie, they thought there might be something wrong, so I got an in depth ultrasound earlier than most. With Parker, I went to a 4D ultrasound place at 15 weeks to do the gender identification so that I could surprise Dave in Afghanistan with the news on Father's Day. This one however, is going to be a different story. My doctor does mid-pregnancy ultrasounds between 18-20 weeks, pretty standard. However, thats waiting til the end of May to find out!! (Oh have I mentioned that we found out i was pregnant at just over 4 weeks, so this is going to be the LONGEST pregnancy EVER!) So in my desire to know what's growing inside of me, I decided to look up 4D ultrasound places here in lower Alabama. not thinking it would be a difficult thing, seeing as there was an abundance of them in San Diego. Well, ALL of the ones I looked up will only schedule you AFTER you've had your mid-pregnancy ultrasound with your doctor and none did early gender identification. Perplexed, I wondered why this might be.

All of a sudden it came to me... with a flash from one of my all time favorite movies. Remember in When Harry Met Sally, Meg Ryan was talking about her boyfriend Sheldon being jealous over her days of the week panties? He questioned her where Sunday was, and she replied that, "They don't make Sunday." When further questioned as to why not, she replies, "Because of God!" So that's my conclusion as to why lower Alabama doesn't do early, non medical, ultrasounds. It's because of God!

So for now, I guess I'm just gonna have to keep hoping for that healthy baby.... at least until May.

Confessions from crazy

I'd like to start this post with a disclaimer, FOR THE MOTHA FU**IN RECORD I believe/ know that transexuals are radass human beings, that they should be treated with love and respect just like the everyone else. My bizarre dream does not take that fact away.

Moving forward


I had a wild dream two nights ago about a transexual serial killer.

The dream stared a famous front woman in a punk rock band, whom use to be a man I had a hardcore thing for in high school.

I've naturally been fascinated this last year watching the unveiling of my front mans new role in the world as a woman. Buying Rollingstone magazines to capsulate the event, watching youtube videos of other transexuals take about their experiences growing up in a body that doesn't match their inner view of themselves... your average semi obsessed fan behavior I suppose.

I think between my general fascination of this person, and the introduction to my fiancees recent attempts to become the bands new drummer, pulled this person off the arena and into the front and center spotlight to my bizarre and twisted dream.


This was the first dream I can ever recall being one I did not play a roll in myself. Instead I was a witness, much like watching film. There were six characters, two girls four boys, all whom were fictional (not friends or as far as I know living people in my wake world) all accept the transexual front woman.

The gist of a very detailed drawn out dream is that the transexual had finally snapped. An already unstable and insecure personality had been pushed too far by societies severe bullying that retaliation day had come.
With the serial killer dressed in beat up black loose clothing draped over her frail thin structure that was exaggerated by her goth 12 inch boots,her loose messy short haired disheveled and locked up inside pigtails, wrapped and topped with a dark glazed withdrawn look in her eyes, she really was quiet the sight.

The other six strangers had in the beginning genuinely tried to embrace this appearing lost soul into their circle of friends, but after witnessing a murder by cannibalism (in horrifying detail) they plotted and planned to escape.

The dream went on to one by one knock off all six characters from their unlucky existence.

If I could stomach writing horror movies as a living, I would believe off of these stained images, I'd have a kick start at success.

For now, I'd settle with hopefully settling your nerves and conscience when undoubtedly asking yourself the same question I had upon waking, "Am I going crazy or is it just another crazy part of the crazy little thing called pregnancy?!"

Ahhh so here is our safe space to write about crazy lil thing called pregnancy, called dreams, called baby two (for Jenni three) called long distance friendship, called cravings ha
Reading through Jenni's first two post made me (hate to say it) laugh out loud. I can hear her voice narrating through her jokes, and know exactly how freaking serious she is being about those cravings because ONE) She's a foodie and TWO) I'm right there with her!

These days I've been craving fruit with peanut butter and honey. I did this throughout my first pregnancy also. Only alteration being that the fruit laid on a mattress of bread which is only of the many no no's I contribute my 60 (!!!) pound weight gain to.

Since I am 30 this time around (not a cute 22 like the first go around) and 15 pounds heavier than I was at my starting point when I was 22... I have no room for garnish beds of bread.

I do however have plenty of gluttony in my night time activity. Noo that does not refer to the nightlife of the neon and dance floors, but rather instead the creepy crazy sexually nuts scary and just straight jacket weird dreams my vivid pregnancy mind has gifted me with.

What better to do with such presents than present them to you!


So stay turned details limiting above and beyond TMI to come!

Sriracha Popcorn

As stated in this blogs description, another crazy thing your mind does is create cravings. This is a COMPLETELY new phenomenon for both Sunny and I! In our previous pregnancies we both experienced aversions, rather than cravings. Not this time! This time, it's full on cravings! Usually brought on by things my friends are posting. Like Sunny post a picture of her bagel covered with cottage cheese, cucumbers, and fresh cracked pepper! Guess what I had the next morning? That's right! Another day, my niece post a slurpee and some Salsa Verde Doritos, and I must have asked Dave for that combo a good three days in a row. The craziest non-Instagram cravings i had are for two seperate sandwiches that I use to get back in San Diego at two different places. The first being from Hamburger Mary's (before it was Urban Mo's). It was cream cheese, cucumber, and avocado, on Hawaiian sweet bread! The other took a bit more work. It was the Bobbi from Capriottis. This is basically a Thanksgiving leftover sandwich. So for this, I needed oven roast a turkey breast, prepare some stuffing, and buy some cranberry sauce! It was sooooo worth it though!

Now back to these friend induced cravings... My bestest gal Jen post this lil gem on her Instagram a few days ago

I doubled clicked it for a quick 'Like' and immediately text her DEMANDING that she send me some of these as I've never seen them before! She responded that a co-worker had given them to her and he had ordered them online. Commence mission: Locate, Order, Wait, Enjoy, Cure Craving!

I found these little, what I assume will be spicy pieces of heaven, on Amazon. A 12 pack for $32. Sounds pricey, but I would have paid more. Since I ordered on a Saturday, I was informed that I could expect these treats on Tuesday. Today being Monday, I needed affirmation from Jen that these were worth the wait. I text her asking how big the bags were, and if they were in fact as delicious as I am expecting. Her response that she would buy them off me if I didn't like them assured me that I had made a good choice. I trust her palate, even though she doesn't really care for kale chips (WTF I know?!) I was also informed that the bags are MUCH bigger than I originally thought! This means more munch for this soon to be mommy of three!

So all my friends out there, keep posting your food pics, so I can decide what I want need to eat!!

JT, Casino Arcades, and Charlie Murphy

Let's start this blog off with a BANG!

I was going to post the dreams I've had in sequential order since this idea came to us, but the one from last night was just too hilarious to not start with! And lucky for all you, it appears that my friends get to be the stars on my dreams... so don't be surprised if you are featured on here!

Here we go, you can't make this stuff up!!

My friend Stephanie and I were at an arcade and we got REALLY good at this one game and we were acquire tons of tickets. The game was similar ton one of those, push the coins over the edge, games except the coins went up and over the side. Unimportant detail, yes, but the details are what make pregnancy dreams so vivid and rememberable. As we were schooling this game and winning all the tickets, a guy comes over and says, "Wow you guys are gonna be rich!", when he saw how many tickets we had! We just laughed and joked about the rincky dink prizes we would exchange our tickets for, maybe a jax set or a punch bag balloon. Then he explained to us that we were in a CASINO ARCADE and every ticket was worth a dollar!! Well naturally we were ecstatic! The night got later and i had to leave, and rather than splitting our winnings then, I told Stephanie to continue playing and that I would come to her house the next afternoon. When I left we had acquired $4,275 worth of tickets! So the next day, I couldn't wait to get to her house and collect my winnings. To my dismay, there was NOT and abundance of money to split, but rather only $200. Stephanie felt horrible. Apparently the machine we had been winning on ran out of tickets, and she moved to another and stopped winning. I remember making a comment about how long it would take to lose over four grand playing a quarter at a time!! Anyways, she felt so bad, she gave me the full $200. My plan of an extravagant mall trip was now out of the question, and I decided that the best bang for my buck would be a trip to good old Wal Mart. So i called my friend Melissa and she agreed to come with me. Once inside Wal Mart, she said that she needed to show me something in the men's clearance section. She held up a pair of Christmas boxer with Justin Timberlake on them. She asked me if I thought that the girl sitting next to the fireplace with him looked like her. Sure enough it DID! It was uncanny! The back side of the boxers had another picture of Justin and 'her' kissing under the mistletoe... BUT it was a hologram! There were only 5 pairs left. All size small. We made jokes about our asses not fitting in them, but we bought them all anyways and decide that we were going to give them to people and tell them that it WAS her on the boxers. Ha! Then as we were paying we heard some commotion in the back of the store. We went to check it out and standing there was a man similar to Dave Chappell's Rick James character shouting, of course, "F*#$ YO COUCH!" Just then some security officers came in to pipe down the commotion, when all of a sudden, 'Rick James' went into lecture mode and said, "Now that I have your attention, let's talk about all y'alls investment and savings plans..." It was all a rouse for him to give this lecture, with two 'crack whores' on either side making affirmations as he spoke like, "Mmhmm that's right, he speaks the truth!" and making it rain coupons to the audience.

Needless to say that it was quite an eventful night in my mind. How'd you sleep?