Have you met my sister Heather?
She's Trouble's mom and she's a spitfire.
If you ever have any doubt where Trouble gets her spunk, just talk to her mom.
Heather is Ben's twin sister.
Ben has a son named Josh.
(Josh is the older one, Tanner is his younger brother.)
(AND Ben and his wife just announced that they are having another baby, due in September.)
One day Josh and Trouble were outside playing. (They are best friends and enemies all at the same time.)
Trouble came in the house crying because Josh hit her.
She sought comfort from her 'favorite Grandma' and then left to play with Josh again.
After Trouble left my dad said, "That's fitting I guess. Heather's daughter and Ben's son fighting."
I laughed and reminded him, "Except if it had been Ben and Heather, Ben would have been the one crying because Heather hit him."
That's just how she rolls.
Heather lived in Chile for 18 months.
When she came home she had added a new phrase to her vocabulary.
'Be Chilean honest with me...'
Latins are known for their blunt honesty.
Here's an example.
A few weeks ago a guy from Mexico came into my office to say hi.
I've known him for years.
He took one look at me and said, "You've gotten fat."
He didn't know I was pregnant, a fact I quickly set him straight on.
And then I lectured him on how to talk to women.
I don't think he got it.
Back to Heather and being Chilean honest.
If Heather were to ask 'Do these pants make my rear end look big' I would say 'no.'
But if she were to say, 'Be Chilean honest, do these pants make my rear end look big?'
I might have to tell her, 'Yes, you look like a fat cow.'
I only give that example because even if Heather tried for a year to eat everything she saw, she still wouldn't look like a fat cow.
It makes me kind of bitter actually.
Okay, not really.
I like her too much to ever be bitter about how cute she is.
I tell you all of this...and it was a lot...sorry...to tell you that I'm going to be Chilean honest about something.
Here it is:
In all of my Chilean honesty, I am so sick of throwing up.
Hold your horses...that doesn't mean I'm not over the moon thrilled with having a baby.
It just means that I would love to be able to eat something that actually stays in my body.
Here's something else I'm going to be Chilean honest about.
Answering the phone 700 time a day is not my favorite thing to do at work.
And finally, the grand finale of Chilean honesty...
HUSBAND - you're supposed to call your wife every night while you're traveling.
It's in the marriage handbook.
We've talked about it before.
If you don't call her...especially when she's pregnant and spends her evenings draped over the toilet...she might think of every worst case scenario and end up balling like a baby.
(Oh don't worry, I didn't end up balling like a baby...I'm just saying it could happen.)
Could this post get any longer?
I just have one more little question.
Are nose bleeds a normal part of pregnancy?
Please tell me yes...otherwise I'm going to assume I have a brain tumor or something.
I was laughing when I wrote that last part...I'm not nearly so dramatic in real life.