Whoa, So I Haven't Posted In...Umm...Forever...

Yeah, this is kind of bad lol Look at me being all fail-blogger-ish!

Cael is a big boy now! He smiles all the time! (unless he's hungry or tired or cranky)

His new favorite game is when we change his diaper. We ask him if he pooped his pants and if he needs "a new butt." He'll smile really big and make a noise that sounds like "Yeah!" so we'll fly him into the bedroom to change his diaper. First, he gets his "hat" on. Then we move his legs like he's running really fast and lift his bottom up off the changing area. Then we actually get to changing his diaper. He thinks this is hilarious!

Cael can almost reach for toys but he still has a little bit of trouble with controlling his arm movement. When we lay him on his stomach, he can hold his head up for almost two minutes before he gets mad and wants to be picked up. Morning is his favorite time of day, especially five or six in the morning... I don't like that too much...

He is almost sleeping through the night! He can go from nine or ten to five or six without waking up for a bottle. On average, he eats anywhere between four and six ounces at each feeding. We've been trying out different bottles to see which one cuts down on Cael's gas issues and spit up volume and so far, Dr. Brown is the only type that seems to help. Mylicon made it more painful for him to pass gas so we stopped that. Gentlease has been working pretty well too. We've started mixing a tablespoon of rice cereal into a six ounce bottle before bedtime, which may contribute to his longer night sleeping. I have given him rice cereal as a spoon food and he seemed to enjoy it a lot. I think he just liked having the spoon in his mouth. I mix a small amount of the cereal with formula until it's a watery chunky looking mixture. That makes it easier for him to digest.

 Brad and I are working on packing up our things and moving out of our apartment (FINALLY). However, both of us are currently doing our own respective things; he is writing for his RPG site and I'm blogging. We have the bedroom (minus dressers, bed, and necessary items) and the bathroom (again, minus the necessary items) done. I'm dreading the living room pick up... It looks like an earthquake disaster zone...

I'm doing two online classes this summer:  Spanish 102 and General Psychology. My Gen Psych class is online and I don't start Spanish until July. I have yet to order my book for Psych due to a lack of funding (aka I had to pay for a storage unit for our crap and I now have almost no money in the checking account :/ ). The book only costs thirty three dollars on EBay but I don't have that money right now... Stupid sixty dollar deposit... Why does everything have to revolve around money? Oh, and I forgot to mention that I am now working three jobs. That's right, in addition to working at the nursery and JC Penney, I now work at Maritz Research again. So if you rented a car from Enterprise, I may be the one calling you to do a survey. W00t... This means less time spent with Cael and less time spent with Brad, which is taking a toll on our relationship... Even our Saturday fun nights aren't as fun as they were before because we end up discussing something that makes us fight... I know arguments are good for relationships and we always make up in the end, but I still hate having them. But we love each other and won't let stupid little tiffs get in the way of that :) That's how I know we're meant to be.

Well, I'm not sure when I will be able to post again... Due to moving to my mother's house for a couple of months to save up money for a new living space, we have a lack of Internet service so it may be a while before another update pops up. I'll try to post again soon though :)

Best wishes to you all!

Today...

Ugh, I hate when Fridays suck...

Like today, all I did was laundry, laundry, laundry...

I'm frustrated as well, not only because while I was doing laundry, my little sister was being extremely irritating, but also because the landlord, who was supposed to come and look at our broken stove, did not follow up on his promise and I cannot get a hold of him on his cell phone or the number given to us at the time we moved in, which is the designated "fix it" line. This is the SECOND time he has forgotten about our apartment due to working on the renovation of another apartment downstairs.

Another thing that needs fixing is our bedroom window. The top pane needs to be re-caulked (which is something the landlord said he would take care of) so it leaks cold air into our bedroom, causing extreme coldness that even our ghetto radiator, which has no setting between super freaking hot and no heat, cannot remedy.

Screw this place, I want to go back home...

Pregnancy has been a pain for me this week too. I am leaking everywhere and Cael does not understand that when I attempt to push him out of my kidney area, I mean for him to leave it and go to the other side. Our mattress causes me much discomfort throughout the night and I have had very little sleep. No wonder I'm such a grouch...

On the plus side, Cael has had the hiccups twice this week, which I find hilarious. The first time was weird because I had no idea what was going on. My stomach was pulsing rhythmically so I thought I would check it out using a stethoscope I bought at Wal*Mart (I use it to listen to Cael World), and sure enough, he was hiccupping! It sounded like very sharp intakes of breath, not like our hiccups at all but there was no mistaking the noise. It happened again today as I was waiting for the second out of my three loads of laundry to get done washing. It was a good laugh.

Well, that's all I have for today. Until next time, live life as best you can!

Apartment Adventures!

Hey there!

So tonight I decided to test out the stove Brad and I have in our crap apartment by making Tuna Helper. I did all that the instructions told me to do then turned the correct burner on high. After ten minutes the burner still wasn't hot. AT ALL. I could put my hand on the dang thing and not feel any heat whatsoever. I decided to try a different burner, to have the same result occur.

Needless to say, I threw a HUGE fit and cried. Brad, being the good boyfriend that he is, came to comfort me. After my sobs had subsided, he said "Let's go figure this out" and we went back into the kitchen to face the devil stove. I did not want to see the stupid thing again so I went back into the bedroom, picked up my phone, and started to text my mother and father about the incident.

No sooner had I picked up my phone and typed out "The stupid freaking stove-", then I hear a slight sizzling noise and a cry of "At least one of them works!" Brad had turned on every burner to their highest point and then put his hand flat down on the first burner that had failed me. His hand was not seriously burned, but it did leave a red mark (which he says still hurts a bit).

Best of all, we get to eat dinner tonight! :)

Hello All, New Blogger Here

Hi there, my name is Shelby and, as you might be able to tell from the title of my blog, I'm going to be a mommy. My baby boy, Cael Luther, is scheduled to arrive in March and I'm really freaking out about everything from baby clothes to the actually delivery. I have also recently moved into an apartment with my boyfriend Brad, who is Cael's dad.

Life in the apartment is SUPER stressful. First of all, the previous tenant did not take care of this living space so there is mold...and rust...and there are stains on the carpet... But that's not the biggest problem. You guessed it, we have cockroaches. GIANT ones. The ones that have built up an immunity to pretty much everything we throw at them (other than bug bombs because of the chemicals). The peeling paint, stains, smells, and small space I can deal with but when one of these critters crawls out of the wall or onto the floor, I blow a gasket. I'm a pretty high-strung person as it is and this on top of pregnancy is more than I can bear...

Oh did I also mention I'm only 18 and still attending college? That piles on quite a lot of stress as well. I'm currently a freshman at Truman State University and I begin my second semester on January 11th. Not only do I now have to pay for this apartment, the food that goes in it, and any "entertainment" fees we have, but books and any lab fees as well. NOT fun...

Having Brad here with me in my last trimester has helped so much. He is my rock. He is my support. He has loved me even though I've been moody and mean a lot. He means as much to me as our son. Brad is my life and my love.

We've known each other for about a year and a half. We met through my best friend Miranda, who had been dating him at the time. Their relationship turned rocky and, though they didn't know it at the time, they had both turned to me for help. No, I did not attempt to sabotage their relationship. I was with a good boyfriend at the time their troubles started and I had worked my way through two more by the time they broke up. When Brad started talking to me again (after a nasty breakup with Miranda), it was to help me this time. Brandon had dumped me saying I was "too clingy" (though he was actually the one who proposed after 3 days of dating, texted me every second of every day, and got mad at me for not answering every single text, but whatever) and I had reverted to my "old ways," which is what I'll call it until somebody wants to know. He stopped me and told me that I was appreciated and loved, even if it wasn't from someone I expected. Our relationship and trust grew after that and, after about two weeks of talking, he asked me out. I had doubts about our relationship though. You see, he lived 3 hours away. I didn't think we would last. Boy, was I wrong. (almost) 13 months later, we are still together and having a baby. I love that he has stayed with me. I would NEVER dream of hurting him intentionally in any way. He has always been there for me, and I will gie him the same courtesy.

Well I hope to write a new blog installment every few days so for all those who are interested in reading my posts, thanks for reading. I really do appreciate it. Comment too, if you feel so inclined.

Thanks again. Until next time, live life as best as you can.