More Sam conversations

The other day Sam was commenting on the color of the cars around us.

Sam: "That one is yellow."

Chris: "Yes it is. What color is our car, Sam?"

Sam: "It's RED!!" (he yells then a reflective pause) "and covered in brown!"

Chris: ".....yes it is Sam. It is definitely red and covered in brown."

I guess we should wash our car more often.

In line at the grocery store Sam was rambling at the cashier. (he talks to everyone!) I didn't hear the beginning of the conversation but I jumped into it when the woman said:

"You must like numbers. You sure know a lot of them! What is your favorite number?"

Sam: "I don't like six. Six is not my favorite!"

Cashier: "Well, at least you know you don't like six, but what about eight?"

Sam: "YES! I like eight!"

I don't know why the number eight is so much better than the number six, but it's good to know Sam has such strong opinions about absolutely nothing.

Sam also informed Chris "Dad!! I'm NOT scared of Ghosts, but I AM scared of ducks!"

Chris: "You're not scared of Ducks!!"

Sam: "I AM scared of Ducks, Dad. I AM!!!"

In other news: Chris was home during my worst parts of the day on Friday, so he found a doctor who takes our insurance and called and got me an appointment for next month, then asked them to call our pharmacy with a script for Zofran (thanks to everyone who got back to me so quickly with the name of that drug! I wasn't expecting so many people to recommend it.) Then Chris left for his hunting trip. (he came back empty handed, so he's going out again in a couple of weeks) around 7:00 pm a friend dropped by and gave me his wifes left over zofran that she doesn't need anymore. Another unexpected blessing!!! The drug doesn't get rid of the nausea completely, but it takes the edge off and helps me get Landon off to school in the mornings.

I was also reminded of all the things I have to be grateful for this weekend. I know there are many people who had a much harder weekend than I did. So I've decided to try to complain less. I've told myself that when I get the urge to complain about the state of my stomach that I need to remember that it's a blessing to be pregnant, and to have two healthy little boys already in my life. I'm blessed to have a wonderful, supportive family, here on earth, and a husband who is willing to give up his army ambitions to try to give me a life with more stability. I am a very blessed person!

Tonight a problem occurred that gave me a little scare. I called the doctor's office and the nurse told me to take it easy, stay calm, and call her tomorrow to update her on my status. If I start to cramp or have anymore bleeding, I have to go to the ER. I think everything is okay now. The adrenaline that accompanied my little problem allowed me one nausea free hour and a good conversation with family. My parent's say "no heavy lifting!" Once again - I am very blessed!

I'm determined to make tomorrow a good day.

Also - sorry about the lack of pictures lately. I just haven't been in the mood to get out the camera and since nothing "picture worthy" has happened I'm okay with it.