Thoughts currently running through my head:

-I may as well finish off these girl scout cookies and just be done with it.  No point in pacing myself.  Maybe if I eat them all at once, I'll absorb less of them.  Yeah, that makes sense.
-Hmmm, Chase is asleep on my bed and doesn't have on a diaper.  I'm all out of diapers.  I guess I could wake him up.  Eh, I'll just risk it.  It's not like I haven't already scrubbed pee off of my couches today, so the cleaning products are already out if I need them.  Plus, my bedding could use a wash anyways.  Maybe he'll stay dry.  Maybe.
-I need to go to the beauty supply store to pick up some color to fix this disaster that I created on my head.  That way I can start going out in public again.
-I hate buying cars.  I hate car salesmen.  I hate cars.  I hate broken cars.  I hate buying car parts.  I hate paying RIDICULOUS amounts of money for "labor".  Really?  How hard can it be?
-I can't seem to find anything to eat that is tolerable when it comes back up.  It all tastes the same.  Like throw up.  4 more weeks until I'm feeling good.  Can't wait.
-Is it really bad for you to pop your knuckles?  I think that's a lie. 
-Polly smells bad.  Sometimes I want to release her into the wild.  I have a feeling she'd find her way back though.  And would have rolled in something and I'd have to give her a bath.
-I'm glad I'm paying a neighbor boy to walk Polly, since I'm spending most of time with my head over a toilet or laying in a fetal position.  I wonder if that neighbor boy could walk Chase too?  I wonder if it would cost more money.
-Can't the military just send all of our husbands home and just see what happens?   I mean, it's worth a try right? 
-Hmmmm, it appears Chase has gotten ahold of the markers again.  Luckily, the cleaning products are all still out.
-I should probably go switch the laundry.  It's just ALL the way downstairs.  And I don't like the way the basement smells.
-Prenatal vitamins make me sick.  Why is that?
-I only want to wear sweat pants...why is that?
-I'm anxious to get in for my first appointment, but that's not for almost 3 more weeks.  I just want to know that everything is ok and the baby is healthy.  I would also like to have it confirmed that there is only 1 baby in there. Am I the only one who worries about this?
-I feel yucky right now.  Maybe I should eat something.  Maybe not. 
-Why am I such a whiner?

Photos my friends.

We got to go to Disneyland while we were in Cali this time around...and while we were there I vowed to myself that I'd leave the camera in the bag and just ENJOY.  And I SO did.  I only pulled it out for photo ops with the characters (who seemed to be out in full force the day we were there).  Aren't they cute?

                                 Here's Chase at Mimi's birthday party.  I just love this face.

Mimi had such a fabulous birthday party...thanks so much to everyone who could attend!

What else would I do at 3:26 in the morning?

For three nights in a row now our routine has gone a little something like this:
8:00pm- everyone falls asleep...including myself
1:00am- Chase wakes up and feels it is his obligation to wake up the whole house.
1:00am until 3:30am- Matt and Chase have a throw down fight over the fact that Chase is awake and keeping the whole house awake.  This includes screaming (from both of them), door locking, door banging, wheeping and whaling.  It might also include Matt YELLING That Chase is being too loud...which I find ironic.
3:30 am- Matt gives up due to exhaustion and Chase enjoys his sweet sweet victory. 
3:30 am until 6:00 am- Chase plays with toys, wakes Hallie up over and over again, continually comes into our room to say "he has to tell us something" (which is usually SUPER important...like "I need a tissue"), Matt starts having seizures from his anger and I can feel his blood actually start boiling, I've been awake and just as not tired as Chase since 1 am but am equally frustrated with his unwillingness to leave us alone.
6:00am- We all finally fall asleep.
6:30 am- Matt wakes up for the day.
7:00am- Hallie wakes up for the day.
1:00pm- Chase and I wake up for the day.

I'm sure you see the problem here.  I know what I need to do....get my booty up and out of bed at 8am even though I've had NO sleep and drag Chase out of bed right along with me.  I'm just so TIRED.  Seriously, jet lag is the WORST. 

On another note:
We just got back from California (again).  We went for my Grandma's 80th birthday party.  It was a SUCCESS!!  Big time.  I'm pretty sure we had at least 300 people show up.  She was thrilled and so were we.  A lot of work went into that party and I was so glad to see it go off so nicely.  Needless to say, the kids loved being in California where they could go to the park and swim in the jacuzzi and wear short sleeved shirts and play with their cousins.  Oh yeah, and go to Disneyland.  I'll put up pictures from that soon enough.
It was heaven. 

Another note:
Matt got home from his deployment early which was good and bad.  He got home the day before his birthday....however we were in California.  Talk about guilt!  We are REALLY glad to have him home though.

Yet another note:
We're cautiously optimistic at this point.  I never knew peeing on a stick and getting a plus mark could bring me such euphoria....but it has.  It's early, I know.  I'm still nervous after what happened the last time around.  But hopeful.  I'll keep you posted on the progress there.  I guess we're due at the very end of September.  I feel like that's a good time to have a baby...don't you think?