And the countdown begins

According to the countdown thing on my desktop we only have 15 days until Baby Sophia comes! Thank god!!! I'm ready to not be pregnant anymore. I'm having mixed emotions of course! I am ready to have her but then again I'm not sure how I am gonna handle having a newborn and toddler! And for some reason, I am terrified I am going to go into labor one night. I dont think I ever worried about it with Lyndon. But then again I wasnt planning a c-section with him.

Lyndon promised today that he would help change diapers and feed her too. Let's see how that goes. I'm sure once she comes it will be a completely differnt story. He is continuing to sleep in his bed too. The first couple nights he would try to sneak in our room if he woke up. But unfortuantly for him I am usually awake. And I guess after a few nights of being told to go back to his room, he got the point. The last couple of nights if he woke up he stayed in his bed and usually called for me until I came to see what was going on. Even during a pretty big storm he didnt try to come in our room. I figured he would have, and I probably would have let him get in our bed then. However, he called for me and when I went to his room he said 'Momma did you hear that thunder?' and I said 'Yea baby, go back to sleep'. And he did! He does require like 3 stuffed animals in his bed but hey atleast he is sleeping in his own bed!

21 Days and counting...

until we have baby Sophia Lyn! We are scheduled to have her July 7th at 12. It wasnt our first choice in days. Mainly because it is one of Clem's Uncle's Birthdays and his oldest sister's wedding anniversary. And we pretty much just didnt want to hear for the rest of our lives how we had her on that day because of them...blah blah blah. However, the stupid hospital didnt have any times open on any other days that week I guess. My plan is to make myself go into labor before then though haha. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should just have her when she is ready to come instead of having a c-section. But it makes it harder for our family that is coming up for the birth to make plans and what not.
So for the first time in I don't even know how long, Lyndon slept the whole night in his big boy bed in his room! Thank God!!! Now I just have to get him to keep doing it. We made the mistake of letting him sleep in our bed when he was not even a year old because he was pretty sick and it was pretty much the only way to get him to sleep. And ever since then we have been trying to get him out! Once we got his big boy bed he would sleep in it for a few hours then come crawling in our bed and we were usually barely awake so we just let him stay in there. Then when we moved here, his daddy had him terrified that there were monsters and vampires in his closet so of course there was NO way he was going to sleep in there. So I moved his bed to our room thinking it might help. It did a little but then it just made it easier for him to get into our bed. And as much as I would try to get him to stay in his bed, someone else would always let him get in our bed. But with the new baby coming (and NO she will never get in our bed, I have learned my lesson!!!!) I thought it was time to move his bed back to his room and get really strict about things with him and his daddy. And last night around midnight when he woke up thinking he would be sneaky and crawl in bed between us I carried his little butt back to his room and told him he was not getting in our bed. And after trying another time, his daddy told him to go back to his room and I guess he got the point cause he curled up and went to sleep and stayed there all night and until about 8 this morning!!!!
Thats all for now. Just wanted to update while I'm baking cookies...malted chocolate chip. Saw the recipe on Pioneeer Woman and thought I'd try them! Hopefully they are as good as they smell!

husband training classes

I am really starting to believe they should offer some kind of class to train your husband much like puppy training classes. But not so much for manners and all of that. More like how to fix things. Maybe I'm wrong for this, I don't know. Maybe I'm still just used to how my dad did things even after being out of his house for years now. Or maybe I was used to doing things on my own because even though I was married, he was always deployed or gone training and now that he is not in a deployable job he is around to do the normal stuff husbands do. It could just be a little of it all. Who knows. However, I would honestly enroll him in these classes if they existed. Or just send him to stay with my dad for a few weeks so he could teach him. Just like he told me that I needed to stay with his mom for a few weeks so I could learn how to cook some of his favorite stuff. After that comment he received very dirty looks and I told him that he could go stay with his mom for a few weeks and learn how to cook whatever he wanted. Yea, sorry darling but your favorite stuff is stuff I do not like. I know how to cook it, I just chose not to most of the time.
But anyway back to the subject. I'll give you an example...mowing the grass. Now, I'm thrilled he wants to go outside and mow the grass every Sunday. However, I'd like him to do it the right. And if I wasn't currently 8 1/2 months pregnant I'd just do it myself. I have no problem mowing the grass. My dad would make us do it a lot...and why not that's what kids are for. He taught us how to do it right too. You would go around the whole yard like 2 times where the grass would blow into the area you were about to cut instead of the neighbors yard or side walk or whatever. Then go the opposite direction so all the grass blew into where you just cut and didn't blow into what you were about to cut. That way you weren't mowing over what you had already cut and you actually cut the grass you were trying to cut. And your blade didn't get clogged up with all that grass. Make sense??? It does to me...maybe I over explained that. Now I'm not saying my dad's way is the only way and its right but it makes a lot of sense. My husband's way, not so much. He cuts it so that the grass blows into the area he is about to mow. Which then causes the grass to not all get cut and the grass builds up on the blade And it makes it harder for him to push it. And its just a mess. And no matter how many times I say something about it he wont listen! So I just let him do it the hard way since he wants to be stubborn.
Another class they should offer is on how to fix appliances. I love my husband but he is just not very handy. He usually doesn't even attempt to be. He would rather pay somebody to fix things than to even try himself. But in reality he doesn't even want to pay somebody to do it either...he just expects it to fix itself. I grew up in a house where my dad would at least attempt to fix things and usually did before he would even consider paying someone else to. Our washer recently broke and I just wanted him to look at it to see if he could possibly figure out what was wrong with it. He took the back off and that was as far as he got. And it has sat there ever since. And when I mentioned buying a new washer and dryer he almost had a heart attack. We can spend money on whatever ridiculous thing he is into this month but on things we actually need, its just not happening! Ugh men!!!
Yea, this kind of turned more into a rant about my husband but oh well...