It's your burfday

That's right people, today I turn the big 2-5. This is an age I've been dreading...since I feel as though it's somewhat of the first "milestone age" of getting old. After 21, the birthdays just seem to be less exciting and more like, "Crap! I'm getting up there!". To me, 25 is...well...it's basically exiting from your young twenties and graduating into the "half century old or older" club. Half way to 50...whaaaat?! I guess I'm exaggerating a little bit...I didn't wake up in tears today or drudge around the house feeling sorry for myself :) So far, Mark and Max allowed me to sleep in...take a shower when they left for a little bit...finish up some laundry....and now write this fine blog here. We'll be going over to my parents for a homemade breakfast, then maybe a little shopping or a movie with my mama....then out to dinner at Ruth Chris Steak House with Austin and Tabitha. We always talk about going there and have never followed through, so I'm super excited...I've heard the food is fabulous, and let's face it, there isn't much food my pregnant butt doesn't like these days! So, today is like any other day....I'm just getting a little extra attention I guess :) Oh, and maybe my car insurance will drop as well...bonus!

In other news, school is still going great. Everything is still falling into place, and I enjoy planning for class and actually going to work in the morning. I'm in a good place right now :)

Last week was quite the stressful week for me...I'm hoping for quite the turnaround this week. When we went in for another doctor appointment as well as another ultrasound, baby Jack still wouldn't fully cooperate with the tech, so now we are going back on Tuesday for another ultrasound. Doctor has stated there is no cause for concern, they just simply cannot check the last check mark off their ultrasound list until they have clear shots. Of course to me, all I'm hearing is, "SOMETHING'S WRONG! SOMETHING'S WRONG! SOMETHING'S WRONG!". So, in true Brittany fashion, I spent the past few says freaking out to family members and calling the doctor for reassurance as to why we are getting another ultrasound. By now, I'm sure many think I'm certified crazy. I can't help it though....I read into things way too much, just the way I am. SO, I'm really hoping that on Tuesday Jack decides to be in a position to give the tech every shot they need so the doctor can tell me "A-OK!" and we can move on from this ultrasound drama we've been put through this pregnancy. I'd be okay with having no more ultrasounds with this pregnancy...it's been so stressful! With Max, we had one ultrasound early on to determine a due date...then one at about 20 weeks for the usual scan. With Jack, we've had two early ultrasounds to determine the due date....and we're going on our third ultrasound for the usual scan to check the baby out. I'm all ultrasound-ed out. Also this week, as soon as we returned home from our ultrasound (me basically in tears over frustration and craziness), Max was lying on the couch obviously sick :( So, I had to stop thinking about my poor self and switch it into overdrive in mommy gear. Turns out Max had croup, which only made his asthma act up worse. The two together are not a friendly combination. I was up basically every night this week with him while still going to work. There were a few times the coughing and labored breathing got so severe, we almost took him to the ER. After a few scares, we had the bags packed and ready to go by the door. I felt terrible for my miserable baby, and there was nothing I could do but hold him. After several medications and a few crazy days, Max is feeling better. He still has a cough, but he's up and running again. It made for a very stressful and long week, on top of my own self already freaking out.

SO...the goal for this week is to have a healthy Max back on his regular schedule and returning to daycare....a CLEAR, BEAUTIFUL ultrasound on Tuesday....and a successful and calm week at work with the kiddos. Fingers crossed :)