The Hits Just Keep On Coming...

Well, true to form, it has been quite some time since my last post...like 3 1/2 months.  :(  Now I'm starting to feel a bit guilty as I write this post because I already know it's going to be a lot of 'poor-me' blah that I'm not so big on--you've been warned.  I just feel that I need to get it out otherwise I'm going to keep my crying up and that doesn't seem to be doing anybody any favors.  So, here goes my venting:

As of today, I am 31 weeks along in my pregnancy.  Yay!  So much has happened since my last post at 17 weeks.

My dad's health for one, has not been, shall we say, stellar.  About 4 months ago, my dad started losing weight (like dropping 60 pounds in about 6 weeks).  We didn't really know why, he just said he'd get nauseous if he ate anything so he just stopped eating.  Not good.  He checked with his doctor at the VA and they of course ran some tests.  It felt like forever getting the results.  We finally learned that he had anemia and a stomach bacteria called H Pilor (sp?).  They also noticed some sort of cyst or tumor in the middle of one of his kidneys.  Now, if anybody knows me, they know that my dad is pretty much on a pedestal in my eyes and I would do anything for him just as he did everything for us as a family.  This news devastated me to the core.  My dad was immediately admitted to the VA Hospital and has been there for the past month and a half.  In the midst of the doctors working to get my dad's strength back, they discovered that the cyst is indeed cancerous and has spread.  I hate seeing my father like this and I know he's not a big fan either.  The thing that scares me the most is sometimes when we talk, it's like he's saying his 'goodbyes'.  I'm such a "daddy's-girl" that I just break down during these conversations.  I know I need to remain strong, but it's so difficult when my entire life he's been my strength.  It's not like he's giving up, it's just that he's such a man of God and not afraid of death.  I, however, am not quite ready to let him go.  I need him to stay and meet his new granddaughter and to hold her the way he'd hold us as babies.  Nope...not ready to give him up just yet.

My older sister, Sunshine was able to make it down in March to visit with Dad in the hospital.  It was a quick visit, but it was nice to have a sibling around again to help shoulder some worry about our parents.  While she was here, she asked if any plans had been made yet for a Baby Shower for Sophia...um, nope.  She offered to throw one for me :), but there is a slight problem: we don't know where we can hold it.  (Suggestions?)  Which brings me to life-change #3:

Our house is for sale.  Yes.  After 2 years it is time for us to say goodbye to the home that fit our needs so perfectly; well, except for one huge thing: it's in Nampa.  Paul and I have decided that it is best for us to move to Boise and the sooner the better.  We had hoped to be able to do so before the baby entered our lives, but it looks like that probably won't happen.  So I am stressing about keeping a clean house with 4 kids and I am losing energy quickly with the pregnancy.  Grrrrr...
I am excited to be able to get back to Boise, though.  With Paul's commute time shortened, it'll mean more time he can help out with the kids.  We've been telling the kids all about how much better it will be to get closer to things like the zoo and the Steelhead games, etc.  Most of them are buying it, but Gavin is having a difficult time with the fact he'd be moving away from his friends.  Weekend visits from Nampa friends are now on the list of things to look forward to.

Today Jake and Miley had a dentist appointment that was already rescheduled once because Miley was sick with grossness from who-knows-where.  Paul was on the way to their dentist appointment when all of a sudden, Jacob threw up all over Paul's car (thank goodness it wasn't my Tahoe).  When does it ever end?  Well, I received Paul's frustrated call while I was at work and had to go home to relieve him so he could go to work since he did have deadlines on his jobs.  Jacob hasn't been sick in over a year and now this...man oh man.  Please please let this be the end of the sickness in our home.

So now that I read this, I feel just like a big whiner...oh, well.  I'm pregnant, hormonal and on an emotional high from hell.  Every little thing that seems to go wrong just makes me want to tear up again and again.  I hope and pray it will get better.  I am tired of stressing over everything on our plate at the moment.  I've only slightly started to get ready for the baby and the only thing she has to come home to is a crib right now (thank God we saved that from Miley).  9 weeks can't go buy quick enough.  Now to check on my sleeping Jake.