CHANGES

So many changes. Sage and I have been talking about the new baby, new rooms, and so many other things recently. I got off the phone with my mom a bit ago and I again was talking about changes.

In the next 18 weeks, Jack will be going through so many changes. First, he is starting a new day care on Monday. I know that he will eventually be fine, but realising that our time home alone together is over really saddens me. In a perfect world I would be able to do what my mom did and stay home until we were all in school. It really chaps my ass that the world just isn't set up that way. The people who can afford to stay home don't...that I will never understand.

The kids I worked with this past summer were amazed that I was a mom. One little boy said that his mom was 51. This coming from a 7 year old. Are you kidding me? The crazier thing is that is the norm. I never wanted to wait until I was financially secure enough to acquire some human ornaments. I don't want to start a fight- I know that many people wait years and years on adoption lists, and that their time to parent comes when it does. But, I love the fact that my mom can take Jack to the park and actually play with him.

The down side to all of this early procreation- money.

More changes for Jack- new room, big boy bed, potty training (God help me here), and a new baby.

I know that everything will work out the way it should. I know Jack will adjust as have millions of big brothers and sisters throughout time. But he's my baby, my worry. Sometimes I want nothing more than to wrap him up and carry him around with me.

I asked my mom a while ago about how she was able to let my brother and I go the park alone. The idea of this petrifies me. My mom replied "For a long time you only thought you were alone, I was standing behind trees and bushes." This made me feel better, because looking back I feel like my brother and I had so much freedom in the summers to just roam. I always looked at my mom as someone who has it together. Kid stuff doesn't get to her. Maybe it seems that way because we 3 have survived childhood and thrived under her care. I just don't want to screw up- too much.

18 weeks left- it just doesn't seem like enough time.

End of Summer Evaluation

Hello to anyone who might have stopped by here!

I know that its been so long since I've been around. The summer has been long and wonderful. I cannot disclose the details of my job due to new Internet rules (what?!?). Since I am vying for their fall employment, I will comply.

As much fun as the summer was, it was also really difficult. My job requires me to be super crazy spirited. In the beginning this was not a problem, but as my pregnancy and belly expanded, things got harder. I have issues with people who come to work and do not give 100%- Why come if you don't want to work. This may sound funny to those close to me. I am fabulous at half-assing many things, its a gift really, but a no go when it comes to clocking in.

I had to really focus in on my body and listen to its ever changing needs.

The little one causing all this you ask?:

Ah, yes- The old-school ultrasound. OK, This is a picture of the baby's head and chest. Picture the child standing right in front on you and looking straight into your face...that is what is happening here.

We do know the gender, but out of respect for my mom- I will not post it here. (LIVE YOUR DREAMS MOM!)

If you would like to know- just shoot me an email and I'll let you know.

As for the other small Thompson in my life- Jack Henry is doing well. He has mastered the word "because" and is enjoying his twos.

Last night though- the little stinker was up all night screaming for juice. See we are cutting down his liquid intake as to hopefully potty train him before the birth of the new one. He is a well hydrated little boy- he does get juice before going to bed. Unlike Britney, he gets watered down juice and not soda.

Anyway, he has a lovely habit of waking up and asking for more. I will not lie- I have before given in- but no longer-Last night was truly a test of wills.

I was sure that social services would be at my door this morning from the screams. At one point around 1:40 AM, I stepped outside to avoid the noise- Lord help me, I could hear him on the streets" MOMMY, I WANT MY JUICE CUP RIGHT NOW!"

No juice...this morning around 7:50 AM "oh, hi mommy, i so firsty, yets get some juice please".

Nanny JO!

Anyway, I have a week or so off in between work. Last week I ran around alot. Today, I, without hesitation dropped Jack at school- promptly picked up an iced coffee and a pork roll, egg'n'cheese son a bagel- came home and watched a re-run of dawson's creek. I love pacy witter.

That being said, I am beginning to feel a bit lazy and will now find something constructive to do with myself...

maybe