We are renaming the baby.

He is no longer baby Nugget. He is baby McDouble.

Because McDoubles are CRACK COCAINE. I can't help myself from moaning when I eat them. I snuck one into the movie theater and as my eyes rolled back in my head as I ate it, our friend Rey looked at McSexy like, "Holy shit." M.S. just shrugged, like, "What can you do?" Was I embarrassed? No, I was HAPPY. Then I pulled from my purse my smoothie and my fries, which also made me happy and McSexy MORTIFIED.

Besides my obsession with McDoubles, the last week has been super rough in terms of feeling like a truck hit me. I am not at all complaining, because morning/all day sickness reassures Nugget is growing and that I am still pregnant, but I am really starting to get down on my sick stomach. I don't have the extreme food aversions that I had with Wild Thing, but I cannot fathom eating vegetables. Luckily I can eat fruit (peach applesauce so good yum yum yum), but also depend on alot of plain carbs (toast, french fries, baguettes, tortillas, plain pasta, etc.).

I am trying all the regular remedies - eating crackers (especially in the middle of the night and when I wake up), REAL ginger ale, and even preggie pops, which actually helped alot and helped me make it through a wedding yesterday and actually enjoy myself.

Is there anything else to try? I have two weeks off before we go back to get ready for next year and I am hoping to feel good enough to really get my teaching things organized, complete my errands that I never seem to get to when the school year starts and hit the gym regularly. I would like to stomach some healthier food because I feel so guilty stuffing Nugget/McDouble with well, Nuggets and McDoubles.

Help me.

Mini-Vacays Part 1 and How Pregnancy Changes Marriage

I've decided to break this post into 2 or more because I don't want to freak you guys out by how busy and awesome I am.

Our first big trip of the year was Memorial Day weekend camping with our good friends the Clevelands. We camped in Prineville and while the weather was iffy, the spot was GORGEOUS. I forgot my camera so here are some I hijacked some of Facebook. I can't find the best one of all the girls, so I'll just post what I have.

I would like y'all to notice Amy in the blue to the far right. She is dancing. All by herself. 'Nough said about what went on that night! I love this girl! Always entertaining!

Our gorgeous spot! We had 8 dogs on this trip so it was the perfect trip for me!

Our next trip was to Cannon Beach with our friends Eric, Aja and Bentley. The weather was beautiful, the food was amazing and the company perfect. The dogs are best friends, so it really was a blast to watch them run and play with eachother. I love the beach!

Poor Madison can't be off leash because she is a bird hunter and deaf. So daddy walks her back and forth while the big dogs run free. Sadness.

Happy dirty boy.

Boo Boo is a tired boy!

This is me. And my boobs - Trouble and Troublemaker. They are OUT. OF. CONTROL. And I wasn't even pregnant here.

Eric found an enclosed beach where Maddie could run off leash. Isn't she beautiful?

I am so glad my son-bear has the mental capacity to discover this buoy and entertain himself for hours. Isn't he so bright and intelligent? Most little son-bears don't have that sort of intelligence but he is GIFTED.

Take note of the way he uses his agile paws to manipulate the buoy. Gifted.

This was a very coveted, VERY valuable stick the boys found.

Looking at this picture, I realize that it is a MIRACLE that I ever got married. I'm sorry, that stick was just TOO exciting. I couldn't contain it.

I love my stick!

Boo is looking at me like I am a freak. But whenever Maddie is off leash, Daddy and I have to take turns chasing her up and down the beach to make sure she doesn't get away!

And that takes us through June at least. Are you overwhelmed by how exciting and cool my life is? I know.

In other news, morning/afternoon/evening sickness has begun to kick in full force. McSexy has been down at OSU the past week finishing up HIS LAST PRE-MED CLASS! Thank you, Lord, that it is almost all over with and we can start applying. But I have been a single mom to the babies, super sick/tired, and working full time. My house is a disaster, I haven't showered LITERALLY in four days (will you still be my friends?), all I eat is Taco Bell, the dogs are wild from half the walks, and I had to leave the last day of summer school early so I wouldn't have to puke in the disgusting preschool bathroom.

So I get this call earlier today from ManSlave.

M.S.: Um, honey? When is Karen's wedding tomorrow?
Me: 5:30 but we have to be there at 4:45 (so I can manage the guest book and kung foo anyone who tries to break in without scrawling a thoughtful note to my sweet friend Karen. Karen picked me and my friend Becky because we are especially loud and obnoxious and will get.that.job.done!).
M.S.: Okay, well, can I go play basketball with Ryan in the morning around 10???

Silence.

Me: ARE YOU FREAKING JOKING ME?
M.S.: Oh, okay, yea, okay, that's what I thought, nevermind then.
Me: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FREAKING JOKING ME!
M.S.: Oh, okay, honey, I'm coming home right home right now, sorry, honey.... Well, maybe we can work out together tomorrow then.

Silence.

M.S.: Okay then, well, I'll see you soon, honey. And what do you think about a beautiful new dress?

Put a fork in him. He is so done. Welcome to pregnancy, babe.