Sure sign of my OCD behaviors...

...one is never enough for me. It doesn't matter whether it's positive or negative...I always spend a fortune on these babies. This picture doesn't even do it justice since I took 3 more at home two days later. That's right, there were a total of NINE sticks peed on. My husband gets frustrated with me, my friends think I'm crazy and well, my family, they know I've lost my mind!

But, here's the proof that God works and provides miracles every day! Even when blood tests come back showing that there was no sign of ovulation and no sign of fertility cocktails working...you get NINE of these responses!!

I state again...I know I'm OCD and a little crazy but it's something that I've gotten used to!! Here's a quick peek into my minds logic. I needed multiple brands of tests...just incase there was some flaw in the brand making it give me false positives. Idiotic, I know. I was just too excited and scared to believe it the first EIGHT times!!!

Never stops amazing me...

Lucas is so full of spunk & fire these days. He's incredibly independent and he is definitely a jokester. Did I mention he is a sweetheart too? I need to have a spiral or fat book in my purse at all times so that I can write down the silly things he says and does so that I might not forget. I know that I should put them here but heck, I forget all about my own blog sometimes!

Here's a little does of my child...

Last night we were driving home from Cedar Hill and Lucas was in the backseat of the truck watching some movie with his head phones on. Y'all know how kids talk super loudly when they have those on? Well, we passed through a "skunky" area and it stench was pretty bad. Lucas hollers, "Dad, it's smelling a little bit DIFFICULT in here. It smells like bad breath or dirty britches...MOM is it YOU"!!! Yes, that's really what he said, much to my dismay and much to Jon's delight. I'm pretty sure that we both laughed the rest of the way home.

Now, Jon is still working for Dad but in a different position. He will be traveling for a large portion of each month. Well, somehow, while Jon was preparing Lucas for the fact that he would be gone, he led him to believe something that just isn't true. There is a bed, a Pirate Ship bed, at Pottery Barn that my little boy is just desperate to have. Now, I might would consider buying it if he actually slept in his own bed. I know, I know...I need to get him in it but I kind of like him being close to me at night!

Well, Jon tells Lucas that he has to get a new job so that he may "afford" to buy Lucas his new Pirate bed. Really? You're going to tell our 5 year old that you got a new job because of him and that this way you can buy him something special? Now Lucas thinks that he's getting this bed regardless.

Here's the funny part.

On Monday night I was asking Lucas if he'd be okay if Daddy had to stay gone a few more nights. I fully expected a fit to be thrown. There were zero fits. Instead, he looks at me with a straight face and says, "Mommy, if Daddy doesn't come home yet it sure will cost you a lot of money." I asked him what he meant by that. His response, "Well, you will be the one buying me that Pirate bed, okay?"

Again, really?