||R. Kelly - Bump and Grind
Hah, how old is this song? I haven't heard it in forever. I want to have sex to this song. Haha. I'm losing my updating touch. Bleh. I'll try to improve it, though I can't guarantee it. Anyway. Before I go on with this update, congratulations to timbafuck_me and shauna_. Did I say that yet? Yes, I did. And I'm still rooting for being the flower girl. Faith can share the aisle, yo. I'll just be the tall chick walking behind her and throwing flowers in people's faces. Kidding.
So. Joel showed up last night. And coincidentally, last night was our one-year anniversary. Holy shit. An entire year of being married to him. I don't even know where to begin with that. It's surreal thing to realize that I've dedicated my life to him for more than a year and we've got two kids to show for it. I'm not regretting a damn thing about it, either. I love him with all my heart and soul and I'm so happy that through this rough first year we've had together, we stuck it out. We had our extremely good times and we've had our major bad times. There were days where I didn't think we'd make it through, where I thought, This is it. This is end of us, but luckily, we've managed to work things out between us.
Last night was spent outside, flinging mud at each other's faces. Can you imagine a better way to celebrate? A mud fight. I'm pretty sure that later on, the real celebration will come up, but last night was good. It was raining and I had asked him to walk outside to get something for me that I had left behind. I'm pretty sure he was expecting that I had something waiting for him outside, some kind of present just waiting for him to open it. Instead, the moment he stepped outside, I ran up behind him and knocked him into a mud puddle. His face was priceless. After he got over the initial shock that I had just pushed him in a puddle, dressed in these nice clothes and all, a mud war ensued. If you've never had a mud fight with your husband, I reccomend it. It's fun.
All that aside, I guess it's time to tell everyone what the hell's going on since I've been keeping it sort of to myself. I hadn't told anyone except for Brody, since she was there at the time it happened and she had told Jessi. But among them, I'm not sure if anyone else knew. I didn't want to say anything at all until I told Joel and I told him last night. Right before I pushed him out of the house. I'm pregnant again. We'd been trying for a girl, and I hope this one here's a girl, but if not, that's alright because we'd love our child just the same. Daniel and Trent are going to become big brothers! I'm really, really excited about it. And I know Joel is. I know he wants another child.
I feel like jumping up and down, I swear, but I'll restrain myself just for the moment and write this out because I need to get it out. Even though I'm not looking forward to all the morning sicknesses, the bad dreams that come along with the irrational fear, and the constant peeing and tummy ache, I'm excited about everything else. To see my stomach grow again, to waddle around like a penguin (even though Joel and everyone else will make fun of me for it again), the shopping spree to the toy store and the clothing store. Hell, I'm even excited about the whole... waking up Joel in the middle of the night to ask him to run to the store and get me something to eat that I've suddenly had a craving for. I'm not sure if he's excited about that one because he tends to lose sleep because of me, but heh. Oh well.
What I'm even more excited about though is feeling this baby kick and seeing pictures of it at sonograms and listening to its heartbeat. I can't wait for it. I'm half-wishing this baby would kick already, and Joel can rub my stomach and talk to it and tell ridiculous things about the world like he did with the twins. If it's a girl, I can already see Joel and her brothers getting all protective over her. I'll probably have to fight all three of them to let her go on a date with some poor guy who wants to take her out.
Okay, I'm stopping now before I get too excited and ahead of myself and start rambling about this baby. But I'm so excited. I know I've said this already, but I am. I'm ready to squeal and hug everyone and jump like an idiot. Which... I will do as soon as I press update.