Lots of talk

Last week Mike put in a new motor for the AC. It quite working last Sunday and Monday evening it completely went ka-put. Tuesday James and I decided to play outside in the shade with the garden hose. Results: Completely soaked and I was still in my work clothes. I decided it would be a good idea to dry off on a walk to the park. Turned out it wasn't exactly the greatest idea. Soaking blue jeans and a seer sucker Jacket at 102 deg F is still a bad mix. James really wanted to swing but the metal kept burning James. I felt bad. After 10 mins we ditched that idea and headed back home to get ready for a dip in the swimming pool.

I always told myself, I don't go swimming unless it's at least 100. It's been so long that I forgot why. We took two steps in and two quick steps out. It was freezing! Then I thought, maybe if I just go for it, it'll warm up. Well I was fine. James was screaming his head off. So we had to get out and start all over again, since James deemed me untrustworthy. We dipped our toes it then he took his first step in and finally sat halfway in the water... kind of in a crouch. And that's all we got. It didn't turned out as well as I had hoped. But by the time we got home, and took a shower, it was dark and somewhat cool enough to open every single window in the house. Running around with wet hair was nice and James went to bed nekked... almost. He was wearing a diaper.

The motor came Wednesday, thank goodness! And by late Wednesday night all was well. James and I went to the gym for the first time in probably a year. I'm still sore. Kind of sad how weak my upper body is. I got on the bike and that was the first time in awhile I actually got my heart rate up since I quit running. It felt great. You know how everyone says exercising is good for you during pregnancy? Well by Friday I burned myself out and pretty much needed tooth picks to keep my eyelids open. What a bunch of bologne. They should say, exercise wears you out and makes you exhausted.

Saturday I went hiking and sprained my ankle good. I was gimping along on it all morning but by evening it was feeling good. Still a little tender, but it's okay. Yes, this is the same retarded ankle I'm having problems with. I kicked a rock and almost tripped. I forgot how instantly clumsy I am again.

And speaking of pregnancy. I felt the baby move last week. One week earlier than the butterflies I felt with James. But this was more like little kicks and stuff. No fluttering. And I feel it almost every day. With James it took another month or so to feel actual movement. I still can't believe I'm pregnant. I am actually starting to feel pregnant, and all of a sudden all these horrible memories of James' pregnancy keep coming back. I can't wait until my child birthing days are over. It seems for most people they actually like or don't mind being pregnant. Kuddos to you, because if I had the money I would pay for someone to carry my children... No seriously. It is not something I like doing. But the sacrifice is definitely worth it. James is such a crazy little kid and he makes me laugh a lot. It's funny to see him pick up my little quirks and Michael's.

Just the last couple of days I've been looking at him and think to myself, James is a little boy now. He's no longer a baby! Just growing up so fast. The biggest shocker, I think is shopping in the boys section, not the baby. And thank goodness, because the clothes are way cuter! I'm over the onesie phase.

This was a cute little picture I snapped of James. It's strawberry season, so how could I not let him dive into the case of strawberries and take a bite out of every single one?