The Fiesty Fat Chick

I’m back.   You don’t remember me do ya?  That’s okay.  Let’s get reacquainted.  I’m Jeanie and I am delighted to see you again.  This was me when we last met.  I’m still that person but I’m a little different now.   I am now 29, for a few more months anyway, and still a red headed fiesty fat chick.  Not much has changed there except the number and the wisdom and experience that comes with it.  Here’s where the big change comes in…I am now a fiesty mom of 3 and this time that isn’t counting the husband or the washer and dryer.  We are still living in Upstate NY in the same apartment/townhouse/halfhouse thing, though hopefully not for much longer, and I still haven’t made it to NYC yet even after living in the state for 9 1/2 years.   Anyway, if you read the post mentioned earlier then you get my life story from 2001 to June 2007.  So I guess I should do a quick rundown of the last 3 years huh?

Early 2008, the husband and I decide it’s time for that baby number 3 that I was talking about.  March 2008 I get my IUD removed and by May I am back at the doctors telling them I’m pregnant.  (Are you seeing how easily pregnant I am because I am…)  Anyway, fast forward through 9 months of agonizing hell…massive hip pain and displacement, weak pelvic cradle, 7 months of puking, gestational diabetes, insulin shots in the belly and trying to rethink the whole pregnancy thing…and we get Midget.  He was born on February6, 2009, via planned c-section weighing in at 9 lbs. 8 oz. and 21 inches long.   He’s 17 months old now.  The last year and a half have been amazing.  Adding him to the mix was one of the easiest things I have ever done in my life.  His older siblings are absolutely in love with him.  He’s all boy…he’s gonna be the one that has broken bones and stitches all the time.  He’s a climber and a dare-devil.  He’s a lover to the n-th degree.  He gives hugs and kisses freely.  Sadly, he is my last.  After such a rough pregnancy I knew that I couldn’t do it again so I had the tubes cut while they were taking him out.

Baby is no longer baby…She is now Moo-Moo.  (Reference the heifer comment in the linked post)  Anyway, she turned 5 last month but is going on 17.  She loves pink and purple, having her nails painted and dresses.  I have a girl.  You don’t understand… she is a girl.  I don’t know what the hell I am doing with a girl.  I wasn’t much of one growing up.  Holy hell is she a girl.  She scares me.  She went through pre-k this past school year and is heading to Kindergarten this fall.  She was the belle of the ball.  Every kid knows her and everyone wanted to be her friend.  No really.  There were arguments about who was going to sit next to her or stand next to her.  It went straight to her head.  She’s a smart cookie with a huge attitude.  I’m gonna end up beating it out of her.

Bubba is 7 now.  He’s had a rough few years.  He is in the process of being diagnosed with Aspergers.  He had a sorta rough time in pre-k and kindergarten was a nightmare but this last year was fantastic.  He was placed in a 6-1-1 class, 6 kids, 1 on 1 aid and 1 teacher.  They started integrating him with the gen ed class and he did great.  For 2nd grade he will be in a 12-1-1 class with lots of gen ed time.  He’s my big man and I really don’t like it.  He’s lost 4 teeth already…most recently he lost his top 2 within days of each other.  He is now talking with a lisp and we like to make him say s words.  He will have his 2 front teeth by Christmas though.  He loves to read and is great at math.  I look at him with awe everyday because I just don’t know how I came to deserve such a wonderful kid.

The first year of the last 3  was a dream come true.  I didn’t think anything could get better in my life with my husband.  The second, well, we have has some issues.  After Midget was born it was rocky.  The last year has been pretty super.  We have dealt with him changing jobs, taking a pay cut, almost quitting, taking another pay cut, smoothing things out at work, deciding to further his career, having a new baby in the mists, and my depression…  We celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary last year and our 10th together last spring.  I’m pretty sure we are both too stubborn to call it quits before the other one.  But in all seriousness, I’m still in love with him.  :)

As for me…well…I don’t know what to say.  I finally found a doctor who cares and have been on anti-depressants for awhile now.  Though there was a period of time when I should have been on them but couldn’t afford them.  I’ve been back on them for 4 months now and am doing well.  Hopefully the journey you and I take through this blog will let you get to know me….hell, hopefully it will let me get to know myself.

So, that’s that. I’m not going to be too concerned about when or how you will read this…I’m just gonna do what I want and take it one day at a time.