Falling for Fall

Finally the time changed this past week up until then it seemed this fall, time is going so very fast. It seems that I can't keep up and the speed to which all this precious time is passing is leaving me behind. I don't know if it's from Halloween Overload, a crazy football schedule for Gavin, the Rolling Video Games Schedule or the fact that it hasn't really cooled off in good ol' Hobbs yet, but I hate the feeling of misused time, of feeling behind. I have tried over the last few days to regain control but I don't think I will really catch up until this weekend when I can actually sit down and knock some quality housework out of the way.

I have also had some recent developments at work that sure has my biological clock ticking away. They want to switch our 'sick time' and 'vacation time' that we accrue to 'PTO'. They are giving us an option to take our current accrued time out in a cash payment, or we can convert it to PTO, or you have something planned in the next year health wise like a surgery or something...you have up until 2014 to use it or lose it. Well, all this conversation about this at work led to me having to confess to my coworkers that I have been banking all this sick time for the last 6 years so I could maybe someday have a baby. Ugh. Now they all know. :o/ I have such a weird demanding time schedule for work that there is what I consider a 'perfect' time frame for me to have a baby. Which would be the end of Oct. through January....this would give me the peace of mind that I don't have any of my projects dumped on anyone else at work and I wouldn't have to worry about the quality of work the person it got dumped on not being up to my standard...essentially I could actually ENJOY my time.

Of course all this is complicated by the fact that uh....I ain't married and Dang Ol' Dave though he's been more and more open, hasn't popped the question. Honestly before I had learned all of this PTO business, I had talked to him about my thoughts on this time line, but it was ONLY based on the fact that I am about to turn 30 in January and I want to get this done while I have the energy and enthusiasm for it. Not to mention here is also the fact that I already have an 11 year old and a 8 year old and it will be starting completely over! (which is actually pretty exciting for me really)

Oh...the dread of telling this to Dave, and I didn't really intend to bring the baby talk into the initial discussion but it went there over dinner and I ended up telling some of it to him via text message because I didn't want to boys to hear me say the B-word. Initial talks were mainly shock on his part that I may have moved his timeline of events up months or hey even years with this revelation, and fear that it would scare him off, but I feel that by being forthcoming if it's not something he already wants...well he'd be gone already. I also gave him the option to run as we discussed it again the next day. He informed me that he isn't scared, that I was and that it's a lifelong commitment to each other married or not. (I have no intention of NOT being married when we do this, I don't care if I have to drag his butt to the JP!) He said "no trading me in, even for a 2013 model Dave with leather seats!"

Then he had several freak out moments because he realized that his offspring wouldn't be so bad, but that he's totally not sure how to handle a daughter which was hilarious! He rambled about not knowing about little girl stuff, like "what would I do for birthday's or Christmas?" then he decided she'd just have to be a tomboy and left it at that! Heehee! He's fine with having the baby! Which at this point is the easiest part.

Complications to the Babe-tastic plan...my house is TINY...so we have to move and like NOW! (Which can be a whole other blog in itself.) He wants to sell I want to keep my house and rent it out...what do we do? Put it in both our names or hone in that first time home-buyers option...the sky is the limit I guess, but we need to move on this quickly, because as much as I was feeling a time crunch I just created the ultimate problem for myself. Ahhhh...I will give it one more day I suppose and revisit it again tomorrow.

Dynomite Dave

OK, So I have been pretty darn sick. Started feeling bad on Friday evening and by Saturday afternoon, I KNEW it wasn't gonna be good. Friday night I woke up every hour with horrible chills and body aches and Saturday wasn't any different, David woke up at about 4 or so and he just couldn't stand it anymore, I was too hot, said I was like a little furnace. When I woke up he had a grocery back full of stuff to help me. I asked him what time it was and he said "you don't wanna know". lol That means it was 4:30 am. I later learned that he got on the internet and learned more about fevers before he went to the store. Apparently I was talking to myself a lot that night, who knows what I said...lol Anyway he couldn't find the thermometer so he had gotten one of those too and we took my temp. in my poor cracked lips and I remember thinking that he was so pretty.

After the thing finally beeped it read 103.4 which explains my weirdness. Later that morning he called my momma and asked her what else he could do for me. I don't know what's cuter, that he was worried or that he was a proactive nurse. Then I heard him cleaning the house and I remember thinking:  "good, at least if this kills me the house will be clean." So Sunday night I fitfully wake every 30 min, but that morning I wake finally to hear him getting the wee ones dressed for school, which he is usually gone for. It just made my heart melt all over. He was working so hard and called checking on me. That's what the whole "in sickness and in health" part is all about in marriage and this is definitely the sickest I have ever been since we have gotten together. Definitely a good feeling. I DID go to the doctor and got all the meds they want me to take, and hopefully am on the mend. We had a huge storm yesterday with mentos hail and plenty of rain! It rained into the night and it was such a great peaceful time to actually GET some rest. I woke thanking the Lord for the beautiful rain, rest and made some special requests for people I love. I made it through most of the day pretty well but felt myself crashing more and more, and here I am with the goal of staying up and having a good nights rest. I wrote this so even though thanks are never enough and often aren't needed when you care for someone you love, it's still there, it burrowed a sweet memory in my heart.