I started work at "Hotel Hoag".  There's a lot to say, but I'm too tired to talk about any of it thanks to NIGHT shift.  I wasn't a great blog updater before but I'm pretty sure you won't hear from me for while until I'm able to adjust to this crazy new schedule I've got.  Night shift does crazy things to you.  On my drive to the hospital for my second shift I started thinking.....I never should've gone to school and gotten my degree in nursing, then I could just get welfare.  Ha, but I was serious.  Completely irrational thought.  I'm actually very grateful for my education, for my friend Shannon who got me a job on her unit (even if it is tele), and for the opportunity I have to practice nursing again.  Now, if I just don't kick any patients out of their beds so I can sleep all will be ok.     

I usually wait a long time to announce I'm pregnant because I'm always worried about miscarriages.  But since I announced it on the blog, I have to update the blog.  Last Friday I went in for my 16 week OB visit.  The heartbeat had stopped.  I thought I was safe at 16 weeks.  Anyways, that got me an ER visit that lasted 6 hours (why it takes that long to get an ultrasound is beyond me) and an outpatient surgery the following day.  Needless to say it wasn't a very good weekend.  Physically I am completely recovered from the surgery, but my heart is still heavy.  Still, I know everything will be just fine and I have a lot to be grateful for. 

I've been quiet about this little new baby I'm expecting so it's time for me to write down the details right now so I can remember.  Life in the Hunt home has been kind of crazy.  Kyle was laid off from his job a couple of months ago.  As a result I got a full time job just last week and have been busy taking tests, recertifying for difference licenses, signing papers, and trying to remember how to be a nurse.  It's really a blog post all on its own, one that I will get around to when I've come to terms with the fact that I'm leaving my kids for the first time, and when I don't have a strong desire to stab a scalpel straight through the uncompassionate heart of Kyle's supervisor that laid him off.

Now on to happier things......my newest baby. 

I'm 14 weeks now.  The ultrasound was at 12 weeks so it's not really that big of a baby yet. 

I'm hoping the baby isn't bigger than Brynnley, I really don't want to push out more than 9lbs 6 oz this time. 

I will be doing a VBAC again. 

I haven't had health insurance for the whole pregnancy.  I can't wait until July 14th when health insurance returns to our home.

Paying cash for prenatal care is pretty expensive.  For example, I paid $280 for my first prenatal appointment.  That didn't include any ultrasounds or labs.  Just the exam.  If they would've let me I would do my own thyroid, breast exam, and my own pap.  In fact I would draw my own blood too.  I really should start my own practice doing women's exams and make a killing.   

I've cried a lot this pregnancy.  When I went to see my doctor she was so sweet, walked in so happy to see that I was having another baby, hugged me, and then wondered why I was paying cash.  I had to try really hard not to cry in front of her. 

This baby was not planned.  Three days before I realized I was pregnant, Kyle told me he was done having kids.  Ha ha.  I was still nursing Brynnley and had only one stinkin period. 

I think I've been worrying about too many other things and it hasn't really crossed my mind how I'm going to handle 4 kids.

I'm hoping for a girl.  The boys are 18 months apart.  Brynnley and this baby will be around that so it would be really fun for her to have a sister. 

I can't wait to get rid of the swing, bassinets, bouncers, clothes etc that I've been saving. 

I went to a new doctor recently (who is actually a family medicine doc)  a young guy who was probably fresh out of residency.  I swear he kept leaving the room for long periods of time to look up stuff.  I didn't think family medicine docs delivered babies but he assured me he would be there for the delivery.  I just thought to myself, "sure buddy, that's never going to happen."   

I will be going back to my regular doctor as soon as my insurance kicks in and will be delivering at my new place of employment (Hoag). 

I recently told Logan I was having another baby.  When I asked him what he wanted me to have he said, "an Otto."  Which is he favorite girl's soon to be baby brother.  Funny.  Nixon has no clue that I'm pregnant.   

I haven't started work yet, but I've been told that I can get disability a month before my due date.  September 20th can't come soon enough. 

I'm really excited to have another baby.  I'm excited that this is the last time my body has to balloon up again, excited that this is the last time I have to worry about growing a healthy baby and delivering it safely.  I'm excited to complete our family. 

last.....but not least

walker

She turned one and the very next day stood up on her own and started walking.

Nixon had a family birthday party last Sunday. My brother was attending a medical conference in AZ and his family and my mom were all going with him so there went half of the party. I was worried Nixon wouldn't be happy with his party guests. But when I asked him who he wanted to invite to his birthday he just said, "stephanie" so I figured it would be fine. My dad, Lance and Stephanie, and Spencer came over for dinner. We ate papa murphys of course. After we ate we went outside and hit a pinata which the boys were thrilled about since there were no other kids to share the hitting with. We played some tetherball and then the mosquitos came out so we went inside to sing happy birthday. Nixon had one hand on his cheek the whole time and was all smiles. He wanted lots of candles so I put "happy birthday" candles, a number 3, and three tall candles on the cake. He loved it. He was a little confused opening presents. I would tell him who it was from before he opened them and it thought it meant that he should give it to them to open. He got lots of great stuff that should keep him plenty entertained. I think Logan felt a little left out since both of his siblings were opening presents at the same time. After the party Kyle told me that when Nixon opened his new razor scooter Logan made a face and went outside to get his razor to trade for the new one. Gotta love him for trying.

Exciting news!!This little baby of mine turned 1 today......and neither of us were thrilled about it. She absolutely hated having cake. She didn't take one bite. Just crushed it with her hands and then got mad that her hands were so sticky and then kept flinging her hands making the cake and frosting fly across the room. She's a big time eater so I was shocked.

I'm also shocked that I have a child that isn't walking before they turn one. She had very little desire to. It's all about begging me to pick her up.

She whine for me and tugs on me all day long. If I'm not around she is perfectly fine.

No, I never started sleep training. She still wakes up at least once at night. I have just been holding her for a minute and putting her back to bed instead of nursing her. Baby steps.

She is getting a little sassy.

She hates getting out of the shower.

She cries every morning when she wakes up and then is happy as can be once she really wakes up.

Still meows all the time.

She loves being outside.

Being at the baseball field for Logan's practices with a crawler is no good. filthy little baby.

She doesn't want anything to do with milk. Not sure what to do about that.

She is just the sweetest one year old ever.

She got a walking purring cat, dancing dog, and clothes for her birthday.

Opening presents always with one hand on me so I can't get far away.

3 years old

Nixon's birthday was yesterday. Let me tell you, this child of mine is something else. Kyle and I lovingly call him "lazy" because he prefers to lay around ALL day long. He still wants to be carried instead of walk. He always says he can't even if he knows he can do something. I should've known this was in his personality from the moment he was born. I really think when I was in labor he was inside of me thinking, no way am I moving, they can just cut me right on out. And so he is my only c-section. The benefit of his "laziness" is that he has always slept through the night since he was about one month old. He also wants to cuddle all the time, always wants to hold hands. He is very loving. He is still attached to his dog but only the tail. The tail is what makes him suck his thumb so I think we will be needing to end that real soon. one year oldtwo years old
Some things about Nixon at this age:

He is a big kid. People at Logan's sport's practices always ask why Nixon isn't playing. They are shocked when I tell them he is two and too young to play.

He throws nasty tantrums. Like numerous one all day long. It's painful.

When he talks, he is very expressive with his eyes. It makes us laugh everytime we have long conversations with him.

The poor kid has always gotten hand me downs from Logan and always sees Logan getting new shoes and clothes. But he needed shoes and I didn't have the size so we all went to the store and bought him some shoes. His face was priceless. So happy to be getting something of his own. It made me feel bad for him.

Logan and him basically wear the same size now. Logan is taller but skinnier.

His favorite person is "tephanie" (stephanie) my newest sister in law. He requested the she be at his birthday party, along with pop and grandma.

He has been picked on ever since the moment I brought him home from the hospital not only by his brother but just by other kids. If you approach him he might knock you down just to show you that you can't mess with him anymore.

I think he learned from a young age that as soon as he cries I come running to his defense, so he cries hysterically over every little thing knowing Logan will get in trouble. I've gotta work on that.

He can ride his bike really fast.

He can dribble a basketball well and make baskets.

He picks on Brynnley but sometimes because Logan tells him to.

He likes to eat.

He's pretty stubborn.

He wants a razor scooter for his birthday, one just like Logan.

His tantrums make Kyle and myself crazy, but we love the kid so much. He really is the cutest.

sports

I wouldn't call myself a sports fan. In fact, you might even go as far as to say I hate sports! I really don't mind going to a live sporting event on occasion. But sports on TV make me kinda crazy. ESPN makes me insane. When the NFL was on strike, I thought, wow my prayers were answered. And then when the NBA had their lockout I thought life couldn't be better. But of course they both didn't last long and sports are on in my home alot. To be honest I don't remember Kyle even watching sports when we dated. I knew he liked them but we never watched them together. Then we got married and BAM espn was on all day long.

When I was pregnant with Logan I was already dreading being at the ball field. But as it turns out, I am a fan of my boys, and watching them play sports is the best. Nixon started a little soccer class because he is still too young for any organized team sports. Logan discovered a skate park at the same park that Nixon's class is at and now wants to be just like those greasy haired, potty mouthed, skaters who can do really cool tricks. awesome. Logan also started playing basketball at the Y. It might just be the cutest and funniest thing ever, to watch 4 year olds play basketball. The absolute best. He also just started little league as a Dodger. I'm not sure about this whole baseball world. It seems a little intense. But he seems to love baseball the most out of all the sports he has played. He informed the the other day that when baseball is over he will be playing football. We will see about that.

buddies

Everyone told me that my two boys would be best friends someday. With as much fighting as there was going on I didn't believe anyone. But now, the fights are few and far between. They want and need each other, to play the majority of the time. Although, Logan told me the other day that sometimes he likes to just play by himself sometimes. Anytime we drive down a hill the boys yell out to put your arms up for the roller coaster. I think it's time to get out passes back at Disneyland.

Oh, they still fight/wrestle. This was actually just happy wrestling, but they will throw down over a piece of trash if one of them is mad enough.

They dig in the backyard for hours (this happens to be naked digging). I don't know how many times I have looked in the backyard to find one of them peeing on something and the other one laughing. They instigate each other. Really I don't stand a chance when they gang up on me. They watch shows together. The most quiet time of the day.

They collect worms together, call them pets, and try to convince me to let them inside.

They pull out everything from cupboards and create new living space/storage space for themselves. After refolding all the blankets numerous times I finally gave in and have left this storage space empty for their enjoyment.

They are best buds, although neither one of them will admit to it. And when they are tired. They both put their blankets over their head and are out.

Together, they make Kyle and myself crazy absolutely crazy. But at the end of the day we couldn't imagine life without these wild boys.