Where is the time going? I am already 11 weeks and 4 days pregnant and will be 12 weeks at my first appointment on Thursday. Keira is super cute and keeps telling everyone she is having a little brother and I keep having to remind her that she might get another sister, but she is very adamant that I am in fact having a boy. I really hope her intuition is correct because we’d love to add a little boy to our mix. I guess we have a few weeks before we find out…. do you know what that means though???? I am thinking a guessing giveaway is in order. So keep your eyes peeled because after my appointment I am going to get it posted with no end date until I have my gender scan date.
Now for my surprise. Tuesday was a horrible day, it put me into a major bad mood which continued into Wednesday. At 1:27pm my mom called me (which she never does) because she had some free time and was cleaning out bad numbers in her phone. I let her know which numbers were good and then I tried to chat about some stuff going on, but she rushed me off the phone which just furthered my bad mood. The girls were crabby the whole day and looking tired so we headed upstairs to settle down and watch some tv. Just as they looked comfortable and about to pass out there was a knock on our door. I run downstairs and ask who it is and it’s my grandmother who now has me utterly pissed. She never shows up without calling and she couldn’t pick a worse time to visit. I put on a smile and open the door to find my grandmother and cousin standing there, they walk in leaving my door open which whips leaves and rain into the house. I am fuming, but fighting back wanting to scream at her. As I turn to ask why they are here someone jumps through the door and shouts “surprise!” Once I finally focus I realize it is my mom and I just began to scream and cry. I am an emotional mess, Khloe and Keira are going insane to see their nana. Through tears I ask how “your grandmother bought me a ticket,” when “I got in at 5:30 this morning” and the last question, which I was afraid to ask because it would put a deadline on our time, but I asked for how long “forever!” My mom is home for good and in perfect time too. Her 50th birthday was yesterday and we got to spend the entire day together just hanging out. It has been the worst and greatest 5 days. I am just beyond thrilled that she is finally home and my girls can really get to know their other nana.