Random....

Can I just say that I am sick of being sick?  I am also sick of going to the doctor.  I am also sick of the attitude at my doctor's office.  Sometimes, just sometimes... patients are educated.  I understand they also work with people who are not, BUT enough is enough.  I am not a number....I have a name!  I don't have to follow their protocol...sometimes these places need to think outside of the box.  Everything is not BY THE BOOK!  Tears abated; I am going to do things my way.  If I don't need a test then why pay for it.  I accept my label as gestationally diabetic (after failing the first test), because I am a big girl and I have been there done that already.  I can follow my diet to a tee and prick my finger a thousand times a day.  So, basically this particular doctor (excuse me...midwife, no doctor degree) needs to get over herself.  UGH!!  Anywho.......

Ayden informed me Monday morning that his foot hurt when he woke up....to the point he couldn't walk and took to crawling across the floor.  I asked if it was asleep and had needles in it and he quickly told me he thought it was a growing pain.  I told him I was sorry, but he was still going to have to walk to the car so we could go to work/school (as Mommy surely could not tote him).  In protest he said he didn't think he could make it, so I explained that sometimes when things hurt (for instance, my belly that morning) we still have to keep moving.  The response I got, "But Mommy, you only throwed up twice this morning and at least there is a reason for that....there is no reason my foot should hurt."  Touche, my little one....touche!  We both have growing pains in our own way.  No fun, but each will result in something positive....a growing, big boy and a tiny precious baby!

With that being said, Ayden is holding a small protest ................. WHY, can't Raegan just be here now?!

Monday afternoon I was informed that CheezeIts are "halfsy" good for you.  Ayden says, well they are cheese so that is good but they have salt and that is bad.  All I want to know is where did this "halfsy" term come from?  Weird!

I also found out Monday afternoon, that the girls in daycare took to arguing over who was going to marry Ayden when they got big.  I am not sure if I am ready for wedding bells yet!  Funny, nonetheless.......

Last Saturday Ayden participated in his first ever archery shoot and got third place.  YAY, AYDEN!!!