*BOO* I scared you

OK so I am not a "frady" cat (I mean I can almost make it through Paranormal Activity and ALL of Chucky), but some things really really make me nervous. When Meaghan is nervous, all I do it fret about that, and then I get zits. Then I fret about my zits and then lose my hair. vicious cycle. Sometimes the nerves are over important things and then sometimes not so important things.

At this moment, I am nervous that someone is going to walk into my office and catch me blogging, and rocking out to something with cuss words......in a school. GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another thing I am nervous about at this moment is that my soda is almost empty and that gives me anxiety.

REAL TALK-

Camden is 7 months young.

BOO! KAPOW! SHAZING! WHAP! (whatever else was on my batman underwear when I was little).

The fact that Camden is 7 months old frightens me. It shakes my core. Not because he is growing up so quick *sobs* but because there are super important things to worry and deal with at this age. First and foremost, this is the age of teeth. I mean, teeth are no joke people. Sometimes I feel like I could end up in the corner of some dark room rocking back and forth because teeth make my sweet angel into the exorcist. Friends that don't have children are probably annoyed by my Facebook posts regarding teeth, but holy geez. ENOUGH ALREADY. I read the most depressing thing yesterday... every child will get 20 teeth. EXCUSE ME? 20... Cam hasn't even birthed one of those buggers and you expect me, Meaghan, moi, to deal with 20 teeth. I knew it was coming for me, all those nights I snuck out of the house, or lied to my  parents, or did not so nice things.. yep, Karma, Hi, Welcome to the Krukemeier House. I think I will put the garlic, crosses and wood stakes out this weekend. Stuffs getting wild round here.

Secondly, now that Camden is on the downside of the year. Hes on the grown up side if you will.. hes getting further and further away from baby. This means he is supposed to be reaching certain milestones. This freaks me out. This doesn't freak me out because I don't think that he will achieve these goals, but I am nervous in the sense that people are going to judge him. I know how parents are, and I know how kids are, and frankly they are MEAN. I have a feeling this is the beginning of the "judging" age. I am here to karate chop people for you Camden. If you don't want to crawl or walk until your 40.. that's OK. Ill donkey kick people who look at you with side eye. Better yet, I will have Daddy donkey kick.. hes REAL good at it. (I'm not kidding, its pretty legit).

Thirdly, Now that Cam is 7 months, I am starting to get nervous about number two. UMM NO.. I'm NOT expecting. I don't know what is going on with my brain, but I am starting to forget all the sweet things about baby stage, and in my weird world, to fix this.. have another. I worry about making the right decision about having another. When is it right? When are you ready? AHH ZIT! What if Camden hates the new baby? Will I love the second one as much? A lot of my friends are on their second, so I think I will sit back and enjoy their show. The only things I am capable of having another of is, pizza, beer, soda, piece of candy and when I am real wild, a rummy bear.

Enough rambling already. I know people are thinking, "GET A GRIP MEGS". So I will leave you with a picture that describes my life... and then I need to go finish planning my Honor Society Banquet..HA.

peace, love and Teeth.