Everything hurts.

Monday--kickboxing with perhaps the worlds meanest teacher and most evil ab routine ever. EVER.
Tuesday--legs and shoulders…finally got over my intimidation and joined the big boys in the free weight room…scary, but well worth the use of the hip sled.
Wednesday--back and bi--still sore from Monday’s class by the way, and hey, every fiber of my stomach muscles scream when I breathe. Wussed out on the planned abs last night due to child with strep and baby teething issues beyond my control.
Thursday--plan is chest and tri. Hope to work in abs though they STILL hurt from Monday---gotta get some endurance in my belly! Ordering new pair of running shoes today…which is good (I need them) and bad (now I have no excuse not to run)

I got about 3 hours of sleep last night…my eyes hurt, my head hurts, and oh, by the way, my stomach still hurts. Big has strep throat, Medium is starting to come down with something and is crabby and tired, and Extra-Small is teething. Small is the only one sleeping comfortably through the night right now, but he’s like the energizer bunny…sleeps for 8 hours then goes like a bat out of hell for the rest of the day. It’s exhausting to even be around him…but he’s funny, so that helps. I keep trying to tell him that two year olds still need a NAP, and he keeps telling me I’m crazy. We’re probably both right.

my baby brother is a daddy!

I knew today would be the day, because in the true spirit of my family, the kid was both upside down and backwards, so it was a scheduled c-section, but nonetheless I waited anxiously by the phone to hear that mommy and baby were both perfect and beautiful and priceless.

I get to meet him tomorrow, as I've decided to make the 4 hour drive to meet my new nephew, for five minutes, to drive back 4 hours to be home in time to see my kids before bed. A little kooky, I know, but I just can't wait to meet him, and I just can't miss tucking mine into bed.

And my brother's so cool about everything...I'm blubbering and stuttering on the phone and so excited and so happy and so sappy, and at the end I tell him "I love you more than the world" which is what I always say to my kids, and he replies...."cool." God I love that kid...how I wish I was more like him and didn't always walk around with my heart pinned to my sleeve.

When researching my family history (yes, I am a dork, thank you for asking) I came up with a list of names, because my brother thought maybe he'd name his son after someone in our history. He eventually decided not to (mostly because we're hill-billy by nature and "bubba" just didn't fly with his wife), but from this day on, in my heart, I will call my nephew by my favorite of all our "family names". So welcome, Freelove. Let the party begin.