It's been so long since I just wrote that I've decided to forego the visuals and simply give a grand written Miriovsky update.
The major events of the past few weeks have been the addition of eight pounds to the pregnancy weight gain tally and a brand new Chevrolet Uplander minivan to cart around our ever growing family of carseats. We used this brand new purchase to make a quick trip to Nebraska last weekend for Mike to spend some time with his mom who had been in the hospital for three weeks dealing with the ups and downs of cancer. She was home during our visit and doing fine and since then, her cancer markers have even gone down. I like to believe that this can be contributed not to the fine science of medicine (she has ceased all treatments) but to her great attitude, spirit and faith, not to mention the prayers of all her loved ones.
While back, we also were able to spend some time with my family. This came as a blessing as I have recently been feeling the slow degrade of my mental state. I have been pretty proud of how I have been dealing with most things since becoming pregnant again and ceasing my trusty daily Cymbalta doses, but lately it seems as if I'm being drug slowly down and it is taking an increasing amount of effort to maintain my happiness, patience and tolerance. I'm back to semi-frequent crying spells and it angers me a bit that I can't be a stronger, less complex person. Alas, I can blame hormones and chemical imbalances all I want but the perfectionist in me just wants to be a normal person for goodness sake!
My hubby and kids have been just wonderful. Macy is fast becoming my bestest little girlfriend. We even fight as such but are quick to make up. She also is realizing that when all else fails, daddy will always be a predictible source of security. Nick is showing his two-year old onriness a bit early and is growing way too fast. Mike is wonderful, stable and working so hard to make all our lives better. He's doing a great job and should really get more credit. And last but not least, it has been decided that our little fetus will carry on the names of his grandpas... Stephen James has been very active in kicking and squirming in my big, round belly. As much as I'm looking forward to meeting him, I know what I'm in for and am currently trying my best to just enjoy my nightly sleep, however uncomfortable it is becoming.
So, I've digressed a bit back to the brainsponge-like posts this time, but I promise to get some pictures posted soon. My home computer is no fun - slow and just rally frustrating. I think I'll ask Santa for a new one!
Just returned from our Trick or Treating. We went down our street, then into the Woods to tackle the Schwartz's street. The kiddos, Danny and Sandy, had a great time, got lots of candy and are now crashed in their beds. We hope you all had a great Halloween! 
On Sunday we visited Moore's Pumkin Farm outside of Flint. It was a beautiful fall day and we had a great time. Here are just a few of the many great pictures I took. 
The Miriovskys had quite a rough week. Monday started pretty normal but by Tuesday Macy was complaining of an earache. Which led me to a day at home on Wednesday, coincidentally, our 4th Anniversary. Thursday I was also home with the kids by which time Nicholas had also developed the ear infection. Friday Mike and I split the day at home.
