Update on, "what ive gotten myself into"

Jamie, I am so happy for you! You are so awesome. I can hardly wait til baby is born. I feel like a cyber grandma or something. 😀

Jamie,

Raised three of the male ones myself. Between eating me out of house and home and as you say, breaking/staining everything in sight. they gave me lots of grief. But they also brought me lots of joy! I have one girl. She is the oldest but was always a real tomboy so never got to do the doll and dress thing. I am now getting to do those things with my granddaughter and love it!

I hope they are wrong and you get your girl. Every mom deserves a girl!

Jamie

Such good news … never feel guilty about feeling well as no one would ever wish anything less for you.

So exciting about the baby, i bet we are all anxious to hear the news once bub arrives so make sure you teach hubby how to long on here so he can update us.

I know what you mean about your kids not looking like you. I have fair skin and blue eyes. My partner has olive skin and brown eyes. All 3 of my kids are the image of their father. cayleb, the youngest is the least like him in that he has lighter hair and paler skin but even he looks like his dad as a boy. If i hadnt given birth to them i would worry that they werent mine lol. I always wanted girls but my mum warned me that little boys are much nicer. I am starting to agree … id much rather have boisterous boys than bitchy girls. I’m dreading what my 10 year old will be like when she is actually a teenager! But we love them all dont we:p

Raising boys was fun for me-I liked going to the tball and little league games, track and pee wee football. You are right Jamie, they did break things, etc. etc. I caught my boys one time taking a hammer to a tonka truck which was marketed as indestructible and they were determined to destroy it, and the tonka truck won.:) Maybe we didn’t have dolls, but we had a zillion star wars, cowboys, army men-all those little critters that kill you to walk on one, and cluttered rooms is a mild word for what my boys rooms looked like. More like a tornado had come through their rooms!!!! And as they grew, so did their appetites:eek: Older one was identical to his dad in looks AND temperment and my younger one stayed short a long time, his goal in life was to be taller than me, and it took him until two years after high school to reach that goal-he loves to look down at me now:p He has a blend in looks between his dad and me, but has my temperment. Always wanted a girl too, but knew I definitey didn’t want three boys, so I stopped at two. Won’t comment on raising teenagers-you just hope you all survive…..

Jamie-hope your hubby takes a participant role in your delivery. I would love to see his smile and his eyes as he holds your new little one. And never forget-you got all us ciber space moms and grandmoms to root you on and give you all our support. Take good care. Love, Emma

Boy did your stories bring up all my old memories. I had a hellion for a first son. He never (really, he never) slept more than 15 min at a time for the first year or two of life:( He was truly hyperactive and the only way to keep him sane (and me) was through a very controlled diet. I was a burnt out mom! Our second son was diagnosed with a disability and ADHD to boot. So two hyper guys. Then came number three and he was the laid back, couch potato. I think I liked the hyper two better:rolleyes:

The story of the hammer reminded me of my oldest son when he was about three. He had gotten a new toy Case tractor just like daddy’s. It was his pride and joy. One day during harvest my husband asked me to go with him to help get a bearing off the combine that wouldn’t budge and he needed an extra pair of hands. That meant taking the kids with me. Now my hubby never really swore in front of the kids but he was really frustrated that day and so a few choice words came out. We did get the bearing off and then went into the house for lunch. After lunch I could hear this banging outside so I went to see what was going on. There was our son in the sandbox with a tack hammer banging away on his Case tractor and every second word out of his mouth was a swear..”GD, F’ing SOB”. I was floored and asked him what did he think he was doing. ( There was little or no paint left on the cab of the tractor). He looked up at me and with these innocent little eyes looking at me said, “Fixin’ my twactow”.

Ah for the good ole days….

We sort have gotten off your main thread Jamie but I have to tell one more good ole days stories: When my second son was born not only was the cord aroung his neck, but so was his hand so he came out head and shoulder together, ripped me badly. Had a few birth marks and was on oxygen for 3 days. The pediatrician told me he would likely be moderately to severly retarded and I cried for days. Well that son is the one that’s an officer in the Navy today. When he gave me a tour on his aircraft carrier, he showed me his bunk ( remember I told you what his bedroom looked like ), and I laughed and commented how his bedroom used to look like. Also it was not uncommon to come home from work and find this kid with another bud flat on their bellies with about 50 army men spread out, playing war in our living room. They were juniors in high school:D , but I have always remembered that age old question” Do you know where your kids are?” and I could smile and say, yup, my kid is being silly right now with his bud, but I know where he is. These same two gave me headaches too-you never stop worrying about your kids, but they both turned out to be great men. And, thank God, my son is not retarded. Left handed and klutzy like me, but he is so proud to be in the Navy. Love being with him when he is in uniform, and someone will stop us in a store, and say “thank you” to him.

Would love to see your stove Jamie. Maybe you will have to keep having babies until you get that little girl that will wrap your hubby around her finger!!:) Emma

Jamie,

So glad to hear things are much better for you. No boy stories for you from me…………….all girls. When our youngest Brandy was born a friend asked my husband oh so excited, what did you have? He very quietly said “another girl…………..guess I’m meant to have a haram of girls.” The poor fellow even went out to buy himself a hunting dog, he wanted another male in the house. Yep he returned with the only pup they had left, a girl. Trust me ladies, girls break things too especially when they are learning to drive……side mirrors off of cars, porch rails, fences……………..you name it we’ve repaired it. And eat, my oldest 102 pounder can put most boys to shame with the amount of food she can ingest. She moved out of the house last fall (at the age of 25) and into her boyfriend’s house. About two months later I get this call, “Mom, I’m moving home” thought for sure she and her boyfriend had battled but oh no………….she is still afraid of the dark and they had lost their power. In spite of having 3 dogs and a big boy friend with no power she still wanted to sleep on the foot of our bed………………I took her the camping laterns. Poor Justin is still trying to adjust to sleeping with lights on.
Let us know Jamie when that little one arrives!

Oh Maggie,

What a hoot. Good thinking with the lanterns! It is true though that they never really grow up. They will always need us, regardless of gender. We always laugh as the one child we most worried about was our third child who is affected by a disability and he is now the one we least worry about as well as being the only one who has never moved back home! Go figure….

Oh you girls..you have made me laugh and made me cry with all of the stories. I am the lucky mother of one of each. My daughter is 22 and my son is 18. My daughter has been living on her own for a couple of years now but my son graduated high school in may, and I moved him to his own apartment(shared with three other boys) last week where he started college last monday. I miss both of them so much. Tonight is my first night alone because one of my sons friends is still lliving here until he moves out for school next month and I almost always have nieces and nephews over night. However, I am afraid of the dark and not used to being alone so needless to say I probably won’t sleep a bit. LOL. But I know what you mean about boys and girls, my daughter was a tomboy so she was always doing something that worried me but she was an easy child when she was younger, my son however would climb on anything, destroy anything and yet come up and give me the most winning smile in the world. As they got older my daughter became more defiant, moody, all those things that girls go thru, my son on the other hand would lay on the end of my bed and talk to me for hours. Now I try to talk to my kids on the phone at least once a day. Joshua called me at 11:30 the other night just to talk and tell me about his day. I miss them soooooo much. But I want them to spread there wings and learn to fly on their own. So all of you moms enjoy every minute of every day and remember that material things can be replaced eventually but those memories can never be taken away.

Sherry

Jamie, laugter is the best medicine. The stress is beginning to abate for you as you begin to feel better and that in and of itself makes laughter easier. I am so happy for you that you are in such an awesome place right know…right in time for baby. As for the touchy feeling stuff, hug and kiss that baby lots and it will learn to love it!!

Jamie-Bring on the touchy, feelie, hugs, and kisses. I luckily grew up with that. To this day, my 37 year old son will kiss me anywhere in public and always ends his calls to me,” I Love You Mom”. Keep laughing Jamie-it’s good for the soul. Unfortunately, my granddaughter lives with her mom in Seattle, so I only get to see her once a year or two. She is a daddy’s girl and excludes all others when she with with her daddy. He flew up to see her yesterday, he always flies up to see her in between deployments. We are hoping that when she is old enough to choose, she will live with her daddy and then I can babysit-yipee!!!! Kids and grandkids make my life so enriched, every time my son calls me, my body just feels great and my heart full.

Maggie-your girls sounded pretty tame with their car adventures. One night my older son and his buddy, my best friend’s son, decided to take a joy ride in my car(big old car), they were only 15, and ended up in a corn field, my car was totaled, corn was totaled, the boys were fine, and my girl friend and I ended up sitting in the police station about midnight!!! No charges were filed or tickets, just warnings. Definitely not funny at the time but we have had a few laughs over it since. Thank goodness Clairol hides all my gray hairs!!! Emma

having a ball reading all your stories girls!

jamie, had to laugh about hubby missing out on cutting the cord. Same thing happened to my partner. when our daughter was born he was at the foot of the bed being the docs assistant so he was a bit disappointed he didnt get to cut the cord as they were in a hurry for some reason?. So number 2 comes along and he gets in early and tells the doc he wants to cut the cord this time. baby gets stuck, posterior, with cord around its neck (9lb 9oz baby) so rushed off for emergency caesar. I ask for a general so he cant even come in (goes outside for a cigarette instead due to all the stress). No 3was only 13 months later and they decided on another caesarean. I have beautiful photos of him all dressed in his gown etc ready to come into theatre. They give me a premed and he nearly passes out from the needle. He regains his composure, but only until they give me the epidural. 3 times he had to leave the room – in the end they told him to stay outside and they called him in just as the baby was delivered. What a wuss!

You all are too funny. I just had to reply. I have a 3 year old daughter who is a super talker. The most frequent compliment she receives other than for cuteness is, “You are so articulate!” Pretty soon she’ll be saying that too. And have I got crying, whining, clingyness and drama? Yep, yep, yep and yep. Oh, silly and bossy too. She’s also super affectionate. Right now she wants to be tickled, but is distracted by chocolate. Go figure. I’m not sure how I’ll handle this next one if it’s boy. Sounds like I’ll be a nervous wreck since we live on a ranch. Although, I’m usually calm in a medical emergency. Guess I’d survive a boy too. I’ll have to wait a few months and see. Am due Christmas. If I need a laugh I know where to find it. Thanks girls!

That sounds like Abigail. Sometimes she’ll look at us and say sternly, That is NOT appropriate! I guess when we become parents we become continually both proud and exasperated while loving them the whole time. The other day at when I picked Abigail up from daycare the provider told me Abigail had been trying unsuccessfully to boss a couple older boys. When Abigail complained about it, the provider told her, “I don’t think the boys are going to listen to a bossy little girl.” Abigail replied indignantly, “I’m not little; I have my big girl panties on!” I just had to laugh and shake my head.

I love this thread. I went back and started from the beginning and reading everyone’s posts and laughed again. Was trying to think of another story to tell, but head won’t let me focus, so am enjoying reading about all your kids. My son called awhile ago and we just got caught up on things-he is now asking me advice about his daughter and complains about the same things that I always complained about–only now I think it’s funny with him having the problem and he doesn’t think it’s funny at all.:) Age old problems never change. My sis, bro and I had 7 kids-all but one were boys, and now all our kids flipped it just the opposite-almost all the grandkids are girls, so we come with an intersting mix of stories. Sending you pregnant gals lots of good thoughts–thinking also, I’m glad it’s you, not me:D
Emma

Thanks Emma. Sometimes I wonder about my sanity in having another one, especially when I talk to others and see that it does NOT get easier as they get older. Looks to me like it just gets different. I ask my mom “how did you handle…..?” Sometimes she knows, or has suggestions, and heavens preserve me, sometimes says she doesn’t know. How is that possible? She’s MOM! It is comforting to have her on my side though, even if she doesn’t know. Sounds like your son feels the same way about you, so you must have done a good job:)despite his antics. I loved my grandparents dearly, and only have one left now, who doesn’t know me anymore. Enjoy those little ones now. Goodness, isn’t that what people tell ME? I guess it’s always good advice. I’m glad we can laugh at the craziness, and that in end it just makes them more precious. This is a fun thread. Today Abigail was telling the daycare provider all about lightening and how it’s a lot of electricity, etc., etc. She’s 3! Anybody have any really electric kid stories? I’d love to hear them. Foxflower

Foxflower, For electric stories-you better ask Jamie-her mother raised 5 GIRLS-can’t get more electric than that. My harrowing electric stories about raising two boys were bad enough going through them once, much less telling their stories again-gray hairs for moms guaranteed!!!!!:D

But I have to tell you about me maybe. My sis and bro were so much older than me and my bro used to pick on me ALL the time-like he would be standing at the bottom of our stairs and I was running down them, and WHAM he would slam the door into me, usually catching my fingers! You know, all the kind of horrible stories the baby of the family can tell. A few years ago we three, now senior citizens, were talking about our childhoods(my bro will go to his grave denying that he ever touched me!) and my sis calmly stated, ” well the reason he probably beat on you all the time was because I beat on him all the time.” I almost fell off the chair when she said that. I spent a lot of my adult years not liking my bro because of our childhood. She must have beat him up when nobody was looking, but most of the time he got caught with me.:D Not a real electric story, but a true one, nevertheless, and I love my sis and bro dearly now. We have fun sharing grandchildren and kid stories.

I do too have an electric story to tell. I told it on another thread earlier-I got a call today and when I picked up the phone, this sweet little voice said,”hello gramma Emma” and that is the very first time my 6 year old granddaughter has ever called me!! We talked several minutes without any prompting from daddy. She lives in Seattle, but talk about an electric moment. Then talked to my son for almost an hour-I so enjoy talking to him-and no I don’t always have the answers either-moms are human-better to be truthful and admit I don’t have all the answers than just to guess at something. Never easy being a mom, no matter how old your kids are, but I love being a mom, no regrets about that!

Emma

jamie, you are a bit quiet so i am wondering if any baby news yet? July is almost over so you must be due any day now. there is nothing more exciting than hearing about a new arrival:D Sending positive vibes for an easy delivery and a healthy bub