I'm happy to report that things have been better - at least for me emotionally.  I think Fletch is officially in the "terrible" phase.  I see glimpses of my sweet boy, but he can turn into a screaming, hitting, full on freak out in seconds with no warning what-so-ever.  It is insane.  We've spent a lot of time in his room lately.  He seems to want me to sleep with him so he's having a hard time going down and then keeps coming to look for me the past couple nights.  On top of my constant getting up to pee, I'm not getting much sleep these days.  Today is six weeks from the 10th, so the baby is really close.  Today I received two baby blankets that Eric's mom crocheted for us, they are beautiful.  The house is going well.  The drywall has its third coat of mud so once it's sanded one more time I think it will be ready.  We've got to put one more hole in the wall for a door directly into the bathroom and then put up both doors and we can paint.  We bought a bunch of lighting yesterday and dad started putting those up.  It's amazing to see how dim things were once we get good lighting.  We got tile for the bathroom floor also - and we'll move our stuff into the new room as soon as it's ready.  Then we can rip out carpet and make the Lightning McQueen bedroom for Fletch - and finally do the nursery.

In other news, Fletch finally had some preschool improvement!  Today he walked to the school holding my hand rather than having to be carried.  I did have to carry him in, but once we were in there he didn't cry.  He told me in his sad voice that he "needs a hug and a high five" and then decided he needed a kiss, but he did great.  When I left, he watched me and stood with his teacher waving goodbye rather than being crumpled in a heap bawling on the floor.  I was so proud of him!

Eric is back in town after two weeks on the road.  It's been a long two weeks, I have been super stressed about getting everything ready for the baby.  My dad has been working like mad to create a bedroom out of our old TV room - it is going fantastically and the dry wall is up, it will be wonderful.  I've been concentrating on cleaning out the basement to make it a functional playroom.  Basically, I've just been trying to distract myself from all of the my-husband-is-gone, medical-freak-outs-regarding-baby, and my non-optional-scheduled-c-section.  All things I don't want to think about.  So, the obvious answer is to keep myself so busy that I can't think.  Well, that works to an extent.  The other side of the coin is that I have been completely ignoring any personal needs and I flat out boiled over on poor Eric last night.  I blindsided him like only a hormonal, crazed, non-nonsensical pregnant lady can - full of tears, angst, and no idea what I wanted him to do to help.  After much blathering on, I know that I will be fine, and that we will be fine.  I am scared of so many things - but nothing that I can change so I am doing my best to just suck it up.  I dream of being able to take a little time away.  Wouldn't that just be heaven?  One can dream...

So it looks like I haven't posted since 2007.  I haven't even gone back to read what I wrote way back then.  Fresh start.

So, here I sit in the La-Z-Boy with Jack's Big Music Show on TV.  Fletch is 3 and baby-to-be is about 6-7 weeks from being cooked.  I have reached the stage where everything I do is like a personal challenge.  Hopefully it's just a phase.

Fletch started preschool 5 weeks ago.  He goes Wednesdays and Fridays from 8:30am to 11am.  He is still freaking out when I leave - but apparently is having a great time before I have time to reach the car.  Yesterday when I told him it was time for me to go, he said in a just-above-crying-voice "I need a high five".  It was the cutest thing ever and I'm taking it as a sign that things are getting better.  Of course, he did collapse in tears before I left.