Everything seems to be back to normal around here, Wyatt ate better today and by the end of the day was driving me crazy with his cabin fever.
I told him he couldn't touch June today or her toys, to make sure he didn't pass anything to her. It nearly killed him. He sure loves that girl, and she definitely loves him, getting the biggest smile when he comes to talk to her and play with her.
Watching your kids love each other? Probably the best thing ever.
One of my bigger fears, besides spiders, is the flu. The stomach flu, to be exact. I know it's a ridiculous fear, but every time it starts going around I get anxious inside and fight a strong urge to lock myself up in my house and seal it off until winter is over. All year round I have sanitizer in my car (front and back) and use it every time we get in after being somewhere. I have it in my kitchen to use after handling raw meat or blowing a nose or just touching anything that could be germy.
I know, this is not shocking you.
I also have a trusty UV wand. A wonderful Christmas gift from Caleb, a partial joke just as my label maker was, both getting more use than he'd intended.
Sadly, I had to start using it today. Wyatt started the day not eating (a huge sign!), having a bit of a fever as well, and a runny nose / cough. He continued to not eat, and then around dinner time threw up, nearly unannounced. It was kindof odd how calm he was about it, and how immediately better he seemed. Talking, asking questions, requesting food. I'm praying that's it for him, but put down towels on his floor just in case.
Caleb seems to be going that way. Two down. Two remaining.
So naturally I've pulled out the Lysol wipes and my wand and have washed my hands and sanitized them more times than I can count. In my head I know it's a little ridiculous, but not enough to stop!
Yesterday, pre-disease. Church ready and totally adorable.
One last Halloween post! I spotted this cute Halloween book while browsing through a local boutique a week or so before Halloween and am so glad I picked it up. The Halloween Kid rides around saving Halloween from vampires and mummy's and goodie goblins. The prose is funny and old fashioned (makes for wonderful conversation - Mom? What's a varmit?) and the illustrations are so fun.
It's fun for the whole family really, but I think finds a special spot in the hearts of boys. I"m a little sad to put it away until next year!
I guess I'll have to start collecting the rest of Rhode Montijo's work!
This year Wyatt decided long ago that he wanted to be Spiderman for Halloween, and also, that June would be Batman. Maybe because he wanted to be both, and this was the next best thing.
Nevermind that in between picking and acquiring the costume he changed his mind several times. Next year he's already decided he's going to be "da hoke" or maybe Iron Man or Thor. So basically, we'll be deciding and talking about it until next year.
I obliged his request for June because it'd be cheap and she'd only be in her costume for a bit. Why spend it on an overly priced costume? I'd much rather wait until next year when she's toddling around.
Man, I love that stage.
And I gotta include this one, so you can see her cute shoes (normally reserved for Sunday).
Alright, you can't see them very well, but they're cute. Anyway.
Wyatt was super excited for Halloween of course, and tried to wear his costume as often as possible, even though I made him wait until a Halloween activity for the full costume. He ran around the house for weeks with the mask and gloves, shooting everything he could with his spider "weps".
Leading up to it, we took the kids to our local rec center's Halloween carnival where they went bowling, played coffin plinko, walked through a bat cave and a candy cane forest and decorated sugar cookies for candies and little trinkets. Wyatt had a great time, the adults sweated to death and tried to walk through the sea of people and kids, and June looked around the entire time wondering where in the world we'd taken her.
Of course, we also carved pumpkins. Or rather, we carved one, put the kids in bed, and then spent the next two hours carving the rest. Next year we're doing easy, non-intricate pumpkins. I think my hands are still sore.
All Star Wars themed, for our currently obsessed boy.
We also had to decorate sugar cookies, of course. And then eat them. Wyatt likes to pile all the sprinkles in one spot. That's how he rolls.
The candy eyes were a good touch.
On Halloween, we went to my grandma's who always hosts us (all like, 70 of us) for chili, beef stew, & scones. With homemade honey butter. She's a saint, yes. Wyatt finally managed to get us out of there so we could get on with this whole trick or treating business. After we'd been to a couple houses Wyatt stopped and turned around and said, "Dad, it's Halloween RIGHT NOW!!!!!!" As if he truly couldn't believe it. It was finally here!
I went in early with June, and Wyatt and Caleb ran around gathering all sorts of candy until past his bedtime. He loved it. I don't know which boy had more fun. And get this, the next day he gladly edited his candy stash down to the things he wanted.
He kept the non-chocolate items. His father's son, for sure. Then he sorted them all out into suckers and big candies and little candies, so he has a bit of me in there as well.
I have a lot of awesome and amazing friends, and this afternoon we were able to be a part of a fun little photo shoot for my dear friend Roxy Barrus' Etsy shop. (First photo shoot and her fantastic coloring posters seen here) Roxy married one of my high school buddies and they are both such talented people.
Their home and yard are absolutely picturesque, and coupled with the warm, late afternoon Autumn light, well. It was kind of a magical little evening.
You think I'm exaggerating? How else do you account for three well behaving toddlers and two smiling babies despite missing their naps? Hmm?
Here's just a few little candid shots.
Thank you, Roxy! We feel lucky to be a part of it!
In a moment of craziness, I volunteered myself for Nablopomo. I know, I've been lucky to get a handful of posts a week, and now I'm going to commit to a month of them!
Caleb asked a few days ago if I'd planned to, and I flat out told him no. Why set myself up for failure? But then I got thinking of course, about how it always forces me to get creative and think, and also, I've done it every year for the last 5, at least. How could I skip a year? My OCD-ness wouldn't allow it.
So here I am! And it's made me think about what sort of direction and changes I want to make here. I don't want this to continue to be an all-children-all-the-time blog. There's more to me than that! So one change will be the start of some recipe posting - specifically ones I've discovered on Pinterest that for us are keepers. And trust me people, I've found a mountain of them! I'm also going to challenge myself with a bit of photography / photo editing, so you may see a bit of that here.
I started working on a Before 30 list...so I may be discussing and asking for ideas! So far my list is small and maybe a bit too extravagant. (Go to a taping of the Ellen Show...visit New York...)
Anyway, just a heads up that this here blog is gonna be busier, and may be morphing a bit. Weee!!!
If you want in on Nablopomo too, go register! You only have until the 5th to get your blog on the roll.
We woke up this morning to a tiny bit of winter. Tiny where we are, that is. All the way down here on the valley floor we don't get as much snow as the mountain "benches" (as they are called) do.
I like that just fine.
I grew up in Utah but have never been enamored with winter. Well, actually, here's the thing. I could tolerate it, even enjoy it really, if winter lasted from November - January 1st. I DO love having a white Christmas, and I enjoy the forced coziness it creates. I love lighting a fire (flipping a fire switch? Does that count? It sure is easier...) and sipping hot chocolate and taking a nice hot bath.
But there's only so long you can do those things before the charm wears off and all you're left with is slush and muck and grey landscapes and bitter cold. Only so many times you can put on a kid's snow suit and coat and boots and hats and gloves in the day without getting a little weary.
We're not there yet, though. No, right now we're in the sneaking-outside-to-taste-the-snow-again phase. In just socks.
This California-born boy has a lot to learn.
We've been living in this house for several months now and while I love a lot of things about it, one of the best parts has been the awesomeness of decoratng my own home.
My very own home! We've never had anything to call our own.
It's not a lot, but it's feels homey, which is just what we're going for now. Homey.
And hold your pitchforks please, because I'm about to say something blasphemous. Even though we haven't even celebrated Halloween yet, all this decorating has made me excited for Christmas.
I know, strike me down.
You guys. This girl! She's an Amazon!
At her 2 month appointment she was in the 74% for both height and weight. At her 4 month appointment today she's 14 lbs, 64%, and 26 inches, 96%!!!!!! WHAT IN THE?!
Girl ain't failure to thrive, is what I'm tellin' you.
I don't know how she's doing it, but she is. She's getting big and she's growing up. She's lovin' anything she can get in her mouth, and recently it's been those two fingers. Apparently my mom sucked those same two fingers and I'm wondering if this will stick with June. Right now she seems to be gumming them - I think her teeth are movin' up a bit. I remember this happening with Wyatt around this time, even though one didn't pop up until he was 6 months old.
We've been waist-deep in the throes of the 4 month sleep regression. Oh my, but we've lost some sleep in the last two weeks! She's been up every hour at times, not to eat always (though she's definitely been eating more at night) but just UP. Awake. Fussy. Needs to be held to be asleep. Just as I was starting to really lose it, falling asleep as soon as my body hit the couch at night (who falls asleep while watching The Avengers? I mean honestly....) she started to sleep better in the last two nights. I'm crossing every finger and toe that it means we're done with that and can go back to her waking up once or twice. Cause that was nice.
We've rolled over a few times! Randomly! Here and there! Not consistent yet, it's almost as if she does it and then will do it over and over again in a session, and then forget how to for awhile. It's also possible that she's not getting as much tummy time as she should. It's just a busier household with two!
One thing's for sure, this girl doesn't go more than 4 minutes (while awake at least) without getting a kiss. It's just impossible not to.
She's just, as we see, too squishable. And we love every roll.
Alright, so, June! Little miss June Bug, what has she been up to the past 3 months? We've been dealing with reflux. Wee! It started at or around 2 months. She's always been a spitter, sometimes it seemed as if she spit up everything she ate, but around then she also started to fuss during feedings. She went from nursing for about 17 minutes (because she was small and half asleep) to like, 7 maybe. If I was lucky. We didn't really figure it out and get it under control until a few weeks ago. She'd fuss during feedings but she was gaining weight (and then some!) and sleeping well. In fact, for a while she was going to bed around 6, waking up at midnight, and sleeping until about 7.
It was awesome, and didn't last, sadly.
When she started arching her back and really screaming during feedings and naptime is when I was convinced and convinced my doctor that this is what we were dealing with. We started her off on liquid Zantac and after that stopped working got her on some Prevacid, which is where we are now and it seems to be working so far. It's amazing, AMAZING, to be able to have calm feedings and to have her sleep without screaming.
Honestly though, other than feedings and bedtime, this girl is a happy girl. At her 2 month appointment she weighed 11 lbs. In both height and weight she's in the 74%! Insane, since Wyatt never got above 5% in weight. Ever. Still. She has her 4 mth appointment next week and I'm looking forward to seeing where she's at.
She sleeps well. We're still putting her to bed after 2 hours of wakefulness, and she roughly naps around 8:45, noonish, and around 3:30ish and is down for the night between 6-7. Give or take depending on her naps. The fact that we're on a semi-schedule before 4 months is awesome.
She loves Wyatt, thinks he's hilarious. She's just starting to really laugh and we're all trying our best to get it out of her all day long. Wyatt usually is the winner. It's been so fun to watch those two and I can't wait for their relationship to continue to develop.
Just before school started my family went to Lake Powell. I went back and forth about going, it's my very favorite vacation, but in the end I chose to stay home with June. Too hot, and I wouldn't feel comfortable taking her in it. It ended up being so fantastic. For days on end it was just the two of us. Quiet, calm, serene. We napped, we went shopping to places that would have been hard to take Wyatt to. I cleaned the entire house and it stayed clean all week! Imagine! It was so nice to spend the time alone with her. But I did miss my boys (who had a fantastic time, of course. Wyatt hasn't stopped talking about it).
We love this little June Bug. There isn't a shortage of love and hugs and kisses and tickles around here. I am a very, very lucky mama.
Hi! I'm back! Truth is, I've missed blogging and have felt increasingly guilty at not documenting little June Bug's life (other than the Instagram pics of course) and all the funny little things Wyatt's saying and doing these days. But when you stop blogging for a long time, it's hard to go back. What to write? Do you try to catch up on um, 3 months worth of your life? Or just start off as if nothing happened?
These thoughts have kept me away (along with an on-and-off fussy-at-night infant and a few other projects) but I'm back and hope to be semi-regular. Again. Maybe not every day, but at least a few times a week, yeah? Okay.
I'm not going to attempt to catch up on 3 months worth, but I would like to highlight a few things, the important ones, like, say, your first child starting school for the first time.
The kid was super excited about preschool, with his birthday in November he missed the cut off and reeeeeeally wanted to go last year. So he was more than ready. We started off the day with a special 1st day of school breakfast.
I accidentally got him super excited about a new backpack and his preschool prefers all the kids have this tote (with their names ironed on...that I totally botched because I suck). I had to convince him to take the tote, but thankfully it hasn't been an issue since.
His preschool is in a cul de sac and they have this whole system down - we don't even get out of our cars to drop the kids off, they come around and get them out for us. At pickup they bring them to our cars and we pull forward and then get out to buckle them in. Kindof odd on the first day, but it's going to be fantastic come winter time.
On the first day Caleb drove with us and he and I watched as our little boy hopped out of the car and ran to get in line with the rest of the kids, without so much as a backward glance. He was so excited. It helped, I think there were only a few little misty eyes in our car....
He's made friends, two boys in particular, and has already become suddenly very particular about his hair....after a few weeks of him insisting his hair be in a "big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big mohawk", I discovered the reason. I picked him up one afternoon and saw him standing next to his friend who was sporting a big long one. And although he can't always tell me what his teacher talked to him about that day, he never forgets what they ate at snacktime.
He's loving it, we're loving it. School is awesome. Thus far.
The updating here has been sad, I know. June is one week away from being 8 wks old! I can't even believe it. I KNOW it goes fast, but I think this time around is seems more like lightning speed. Maybe also because she's just CHUNKED up. I mean people, we have ROLLS. Neck rolls, diaper rolls, excess skin on her back that is perfect for pinching when she lays down.
Wyatt never had a single roll, ever. Not even a little bit.
The craziest part of it all, is how different the two are. Teeny Wyatt who's been at the bottom of the weight chart his entire life, would nurse for 20 minutes on one side, and would just keep going and going if I let him. And then switch sides. He'd comfort suck, and I quickly had to learn to differentiate unless I wanted to be a human binki. He rarely spit up, ever. Maybe a small handful of times, and mostly in the beginning.
June, well. Again, night and day. If I can get an entire 12 minutes TOTAL, that's a good feeding. Anything after 4 minutes is bonus, really. That's when she pulls off and it's usually minute by minute afterward with multiple stops for burping in between. Burping which takes nothing on my part, all I do is lift her up and she burps and then seconds later comes the spit up. And boy, does it come! Sometimes I think she literally spits up everything she ate. I'm constantly reminding myself that she's clearly getting enough, and not to worry that some nursing sessions stop at 7 or 8 minutes. We're clearly not in a failure to thrive situation.
Here she is at her two week appointment, back up to 7 lbs!
We blessed her in our church earlier than usual, since my sister Kathy was in town from D.C. She was adorable, of course.
The day was beautiful, and afterward we had a billion people over to celebrate, and even more food to devour. By the end of the day we were all exhausted.
Ohmigosh, but I could sit and cuddle her all day long. That's what we did most of July, sit around and let her sleep on us. Savoring every minute.
It's been crazy hot this last month, we're rarely gone outside and even just trips to and from places have left us hot and sweaty. The car is just frying. So often we come in the house and just crash. Like so.
Here's her 1 month photo - we'll be doing this monthly until 12 months. Where was Pinterest when I had Wyatt?!
And thus concludes June's first month. Full of cuddles, sleep, and kisses. Good sleep, actually! She settled into a nice routine of 3 and 4 hours, leaving me one happy and surprisingly rested (or as rested as you can get with a newborn) momma.
*For those that have asked, June is a name we've loved for years, and Mabel is the name of both of our maternal great grandmothers. Fun, huh? As for her nickname, June Bug, Wyatt suddenly decided a week or so before her birth that rather than naming her Ted, he wanted to name her Bug. We thought that was funny and then made the connection when we named her June. He'll correct anyone, her name is June Bug! Or Junie Bug. He even informed me that he'd figured out that her middle name was Bug!
Okay then! So we have a baby. This hospital experience was night and day different than our experience with Wyatt. First off, the nurses were nice. They were genuine. They didn't roll their eyes and act put out that your first post-labor pee trip took a while. They were proactive about pain medicine, water. There were the giant water jugs! Woo! They even gave Caleb one. They were quiet during the nightly vitals checks. They let the babies sleep in the nursery in between feedings, so that you can get some actual sleep. They let us know, and made sure to invite Caleb, to her first bath. (We don't even know if Wyatt had a bath, and neither of us were present for it.)
It was just better, you know?
Another difference this time was visitors. We had lots! Or so it seemed, last time we just had our good friends. It made it seem a bit hectic at times, but we were glad to introduce our sweet little girl to our friends and family.
The first night she slept from about 4 am (post bath) until like, 10 am. If I remember right. It was FOREVER, exactly the opposite from Wyatt, who never had that long sleep period after birth. He was up and at 'em, from the beginning. So both Caleb and I got a decent nights sleep. It was amazing! She was also a champion nurser, no issues. So we pretty much hung out, ate, slept, and snuggled this sweet little girl. Who just slept and slept and slept!
And so far, I'm going to have to agree with those people saying that they could tell their kids personality right from the very beginning. Very telling, those first few days.
So, the name. We had issues naming this girl. We had two names going into it, and then the day before, or maybe even that same day I went in to labor, I threw in another name. We sat around hemming and hawing, Caleb wrote up every first and middle name combination he could think of (because some of our first names we thought about using as middles and visa versa) and we stared at the manilla notepad until the morning we left.
Meet June Mabel
We left fairly quickly, even with the good staff. It's just better to be home, you know? And not 10 minutes after walking through our front door, Caleb buzzed Wyatt's head. Suddenly my boy was a Kid.
We'd been talking about doing it for a while, and I guess he just decided the day we bring home our infant daughter was as good as any.
It freaked me out a bit. If you wanna know the truth.
It's been fun getting used to two kids. Our first little family outing was to my parents on Sunday for a Father's Day brunch, and of course, Miss June had to wear an actual outfit.
Aren't those chicken legs killer?! Wait till you see her now...
So! I took a giant hiatus, and I'm sure you assumed I had the baby. Sorry I dropped off the face of the Earth! Obviously tiredness was involved, and it just got easier and easier to put it off, all the while my guilt increased! Mostly because I've been going back often to check my blog when Wyatt was born to compare things, and I've felt guilty for not documenting this for her.
Anyway. She's here! An entire month old now, which is absolutely nuts.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we?
I went in for my 39 week appointment. My doctor told me I was at a 4, and did I want my membranes stripped? I told him sure, last time at a 4 I had my membranes stripped and it probably helped me go into labor, and I figured why not? So that's what he did, and dude. I had it done 3 different times with Wyatt, and it never hurt like that. Granted, this doctor is a bit, um, bigger than my last (tiny Asian lady) doctor, but still. Woah nelly! Caleb even commented afterward that he could tell it wasn't awesome just from watching my face.
We got home and Caleb ran downstairs to jump on a call to his new employee (who started that day) and I set Wyatt up with some finger paints. The cramps had started, and so had, I could tell, the spotting. I went to go take care of that and discovered that this wasn't just the typical spotting - there was a lot of blood. Not dark blood, lightened a bit, and I grew suspicious. I yelled for Cabe, but of course he was on his call, so I called my doctors office to ask his opinion. He wasn't available so one of his nurses took my question and said she'd get back to me after she talked to me. She called back and said bleeding was normal, and to go in if it's still happening (the actual dripping of fluid) in an hour. (He'd told me at the appointment that if I had any contractions at all, to just head in because they wouldn't turn me away since I was already at a 4.)
So, I set about waiting it out. I realized I didn't have a single pad ("sanitary napkin", if you will) so I ripped into my nursing pad box.
Hey, it works, right?
I finished packing my bag. And Caleb's. I had a sinking feeling I wouldn'tbe spending the night at home. I called my mom and told her we'd probably be going in, and could she come down to watch Wy? And then? Well. I hadn't got around to the pre-labor pedicure.
So I painted my toes. For reals.
Finally Caleb came upstairs and I asked him to get me a bucket (to soak mah undies). Apparently I should have specified, because he ran outside and grabbed the dirtiest, largest bucket we had. I think he thought I was going to throw up, although wouldn't I have just used the toilet like a normal person? Anyway. I filled him in, and my mom arrived and we sort of explained things to Wyatt, and then off we went.
It was a rather surreal ride to the hospital. My last ride had been slightly different, in the middle of the night, and peppered with 6 centimeter contractions. This one was fairly calm. It was that calm time of night just before the sunset, and I was for the most part, pain free.
This is me, right before heading off. I pulled up my hair in anticipation! And wished I hadn't pushed back hair washing day until the next day....I should have maybe hopped in the shower, but oh well.
We arrived and told the nurses my story, and they set me up in labor and delivery so they could test to see if what was leaking was amniotic fluid. Since it was tinged with blood, they couldn't do the normal test and would have to send it down to the lab, which meant a longer wait. I started having some random contractions while we waited, so I knew we were there to stay. Caleb sent off the obligatory (very flattering...) shot of me in my paper gown to Facebook.
So of course, the test came back positive and they set about hooking me up to all the machines, and started me on pitocin. We'd arrived at 7 pm, and the rest of the evening was fairly slow. I wasn't progressing much, and while I could handle the contractions, I'd started to have some pretty severe back and hip pain. I tried moving in every single direction I could think of, and nothing helped at all. Couple that with the increasingly painful contractions, and I gave in. I got the epidural.
And yes, I did feel like I sort of gave up. I tried not to feel that way - there is no gold star for natural labor, is there?
This labor experience was so much different - it was so odd to just be hanging out and talking and joking with Caleb and the nurses while in labor. I was actually mentally present when I got the epidural, and felt this weird slightly painful electric-like feeling right before he inserted the needle. Apparently normal, but I don't remember it at all from last time. I was sooo out of it.
It started working fairly quickly, and just as I'd asked, it was really light. I felt like I could have got up and walked around, all while not feeling the painful contractions. I could move and feel my legs, but that back / hip pain was gone. SUCH a relief! And Caleb was loving life, the nurse brought him his own giant mug and informed him that the drink station down the hall had Diet Dr Pepper. So he filled his 32 oz mug, and she brought him snacks. We were just chillin!
Things went well until my blood pressure, and the baby's, went down. I could tell, I felt faint and cold. They stopped the pitocin and had me lay on my side and put that dreaded oxygen mask on, and after a while we both stabilized. The pitocin was turned back on, and at this point, I was still only a 6 or 7, and we were nearing midnight. (I was watching the clock like a hawk, hoping and wishing and praying to get past midnight, into an even day! I know! I'm still weird about even numbers!)
The next hang up was the weird feeling I started getting in my arms and upper chest. I stayed quiet about it for a while, until I finally convinced myself that I was in labor, and maybe I shouldn't suck up weird symptoms since maybe it could also be affecting the baby. I typically deal with annoying / bad symptoms because I don't want to be a bother. So I wrestled with myself until I finally mentioned it to Caleb, and then the nurse. They brought the anesthesiologist back in and they turned down the epidural. The nurse checked me again, I was a 7, and she and the anesthesiologist started making bets about when I'd have the baby. It was decided either 3:30 or 4. It was just after midnight.
They left, and I started feeling the contractions. Suddenly, in conjunction with a contraction, my water broke the rest of the way, and what a weird feeling! My eyes went wide and I told Caleb (I made him check to see that it wasn't blood). After another contraction, and more water gushing, I asked him if he thought we should maybe tell the nurse. I figured that alone wasn't huge news, but suddenly the contractions got serious. I remember with Wyatt feeling the need to push, right when I was getting the epidural at 9 centimeters, but this felt different. I felt like she was literally coming out, that maybe she was going to fall right out. Caleb left and brought the nurse back, and in a matter of minutes I'd gone from a 7 to a 10!
So I held on (literally!) while my doctor was called and they prepped for labor. It happened so quick, since I could feel the contractions (remember, my epidural was turned way down!) I ended up only needing to push twice, and out she came! 12:41 am on June 14th. Flag Day.
I remember hearing her first little cry, and I couldn't believe it was over. Just that morning I'd taken Wy to our weekly summer movie, Kung Fu Panda 2. I had plans for the next day, that weekend, the next week even! For some reason I kept filling my schedule because I'd forget, or it just didn't seem real, that any moment we'd have the baby. But there she was! Perfect, pink, and not as tiny as I'd thought at 5 days early!
20 inches, 6 lbs 4 oz, only 1 once less than Wyatt was at 9 days overdue. She took right to nursing, and was so sweet. We were left alone while they prepped our room (this is always my favorite time of having a baby, right after when we're left alone, to marvel!) and we just couldn't believe she was here. Not having such a rough labor, I was much more involved and mentally there, this time. We were so happy.
(To be continued)
In What Alice Forgot, by Liane Moriarty, Alice wakes up from a pretty nasty fall at the gym to discover she's lost her memory of the last 10 years. She thinks it's 1998, and that she and her husband are over the moon about her being pregnant with their first child.
In reality, she has 3 children and she's currently in the middle of a rather nasty divorce.
It may sound like a cliched start of a book, but it doesn't feel that way. Alice is witty, even while trying to figure out what in the world is going on. Her relationships are complicated, nothing like she remembers them. She doesn't remember what current Alice thinks and believes is important, in fact, she can hardly believe the person she's apparently become.
Maybe this book won't win any grand awards, but in my opinion, the mark of a good book is one that makes you think, makes you re-examine your life. One that sticks with you long after you've turned the last page.
I spent the majority of the time in between reading this book thinking about what it would be like to lose your memory that way. What if I suddenly thought I was 18 again? What would my 18 year old self think of the life I'm leading right now? How insane would it be to feel 18 but still be expected to take care of two children, all while cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry? I can't imagine how overwhelming it would be.
Most importantly though, what would it be like to told you have two children that you can't remember? How hard would it be to take care of them when you don't remember what does and doesn't work while disciplining them? What your rules are? What their favorite foods are? Nevermind not remembering their births, how it felt to sit at night and rock them to sleep. As a mom of a newborn who enjoys nothing more than to sit and cuddle her as often as possible, how devastating it would be to not remember those sweet moments.
This is a great read, especially if you feel like you need a kick in the butt to start / continue that journal of yours! I can't be the only one.
So it's not Tuesday, and neither am I 38 weeks. Well, I am, but I'm gettin' closer to 39 weeks and by this point in your pregnancy every millisecond closer to the end totally counts.
I waited to post for a few reasons, one being laziness and the other being that my doctor's appointment wasn't until today because he was out of town. And don't ya'll wanna know my progress just as much as I do?
Well. I understand. You probably don't have a wiggly baby squashing your innards and organs. (If you do, you understand completely.)
I am officially 3 cm, 80% effaced. No contractions to speak of, but plenty of Braxton Hicks. Precisely like last time. And just like last time, my doctor and everyone else predicts I'll have this baby in no time! Within the week! It sounds so lovely, and I would actually gladly welcome this girl within the week, for a multitude of reasons and some of the bigger ones being purely selfish.
Like, my calendar the following week is kinda full of items I'd sincerely like to attend. Does that sound shallow? It might be. But there you go.
So let's see, she's supposed to be nearing 7 lbs, but my hunch is she's not there yet. Wyatt wasn't, and I don't think she is either. I don't know what my weight gain has been this pregnancy because I don't look at the scale, but I don't think I've gained anymore than last time (25 lbs). My doctor thankfully never mentions my weight, and actually hasn't even said what my measurements have been. So different than last time! He did tell me that he doesn't like to let you go over a week overdue because of the fluid levels and such, which I'm sortof totally okay with this time. His guess is that I wouldn't at least be 9 days overdue like last time, but again, trying not to get my hopes up. You don't want to wake up every day disappointed that it didn't happen.
But again. After today (when Caleb gets home from his business trip) this girl is welcome any time. But I should probably get her nursery ready, yeah?
I know I've mentioned this before, but this time is different. I don't feel as physically, mentally, & emotionally prepared as I did last time. It's not like I actually forget I'm pregnant and what that means, it's just not first and foremost in my brain, and I sometimes have to remind myself that there is a little girl coming. Last night I sat on the couch folding the little white onesies I'd purchased and washed that day (90% of my onesies were long sleeve) and I couldn't believe she was going to fit in them. She may even be too small for them at first. Have you seen these newborn onesies?! They're puny! It seems insane that they're truly that small. It's been so long since Wyatt was an infant, I feel like my brain has been erased. I've been trying to remember when he did this or that, when did I move him to his crib from the cradle in our room? How did I get things done again? Changing diapers will come right back to me, won't it? What did I need in the hospital last time? I probably had a bag packed by now last time.
Every once in a while I think about labor, and sorta get freaked out. Was I scared last time? I don't remember. Am I freaked out because I know how painful it is? I've decided to try to go epidural free if this labor seems to be progressing as quickly as last time. I did it once, I can do it (and finish this time) again. But last night I read through my birth story and was like, oh yeah, it really hurt. Like, nausea-inducing pain. And then I remember how wonderful I felt when that little epdiural kicked in (can you ask for a small epidural? I really enjoyed still being able to move), and also how nice it was to be numb for a little while afterward. Ya think I can ask for one AFTER she's born?
I've also been reminding myself that it's okay to get one, too. No one walks out of the hospital with a gold star pinned on their chest for going au natural. I won't be a failure. I'll still have a beautiful baby and that's all that matters.
So let's see, for history's sake, I'm having lots of Braxton Hicks. Hips still hurt. I've been far less swollen this time, thankfully. I'm starting to get really tired again. Wanting a nap in the afternoon. The late afternoon/evening aversion to food from the first trimester is back, randomly. On those days, sometime after lunch food starts to sound filthy. Which means my motivation to cook dinner for the boys goes down the toilet. I've been trying, and a few times I've even still sat at the table with them, being sure not to watch them eat. My appetite returns around 8:30 or 9 pm, when I'll most often make myself a pb&j.
If Wyatt was 90% grown on Subway turkey sandwiches, this girl is 90% pb&j fueled.
I am down to like, 5 shirts. The same 5 shirts, so yes, I'm really looking forward to the part of having a baby where you actually get to start incorporating your regular wardrobe into circulation again. Yesterday I made a quick trip up to the outlets to pick up the short sleeved onesies, and got myself a couple shirts for afterward, and it was hard to remember what size I am! I'm standing there holding a shirt up thinking, would this have fit me before? Will my boobs fit back into this? I can't remember anymore.
Caleb has informed me he's ready for this baby. Wyatt is starting to make sure he includes the baby into his future plans. Yesterday we were driving up the canyon to Park City and Wyatt was admiring the big drop off on his side of the car into a beautiful valley. He told me he wanted to go over there, with me and you and Daddy and the baby. He told my mom this morning that when the baby gets bigger she'll be "a talking girl." Which is....true. He told my little sister he was now going to name her Bug. Better than Ted? Maybe. He does love bugs.
And by love I mean he loves to squish them.
Anyway, we're excited. And hey, I have new bump pictures, but apparently I've filled my computer so full I can't save anything new to it. So I'll come back and add them later, once Caleb gets back and can, ya know, help me with that. Somehow.
It's been two weeks since our quick trip to Oregon, high time for a post, wouldn't you say? I have to admit, as excited as I was about the prospect of heading up and spending some time with one of my oldest and best friends, I was slightly nervous about flying/traveling so late in my pregnancy. Right at the 36 week don't-go-anywhere cusp, but my doctor was nice enough to ease my fears by checking me a bit early to make sure I wasn't about to go into labor or anything.
Not that anything is a sure bet, but you know. I felt better.
So off we went and we had ourselves a fantastic weekend. It only barely rained on our last day, which is sayin' somethin' for Oregon, even at that time of year. It was gorgeous.
Mostly we hung out. Talked, laughed, ate at our favorite Hungarian restaurant, introduced them to Panera, ya know, doin' our civic duty. The boys worked a little, planned and strategized a little, and played some frisbee golf. Abby and I took the kids to various parks, relaxed, talked, ate, and pretty much enjoyed ourselves. The kids played really well together, I think. It was such a contrast, sweet little Lydia and wild 3 1/2 year old Wyatt. I hope we didn't frighten them....I think if I'd seen Wyatt while pregnant with a boy myself, I might have been. Little boys really are a different breed, aren't they?
Speaking of a different breed, we were at one park and Wyatt was swinging on his stomach. He'd occasionally get off and squirm a bit, and I kept asking him if he needed to go to the bathroom, to which he replied no. I thought okay, he must just be uncomfortable from swinging on his stomach. Then, to my horror, he got off and walked about 6 feet away from his swing and proceeded to pull down his pants and underwear to his ankles, and pee.
I was shocked beyond belief.
I scrambled over there, not an easy task with my flip flops, pregnant belly, and a park full of long stringy bark. By the time I made it there, it was too late. Moving him would have only resulted in wet clothes. I talked to him about how we don't do that, and he seemed to understand. But then just a day after we returned home he did it again at another park, this time I didn't even see him first, our friend's mom did. "Uh....." she said, pointing and I turned to see Wyatt facing us, feet away from the park, pants and underwear once again around his ankles.
How do they suddenly get it in their heads that this is an okay thing to do?!
Anyway. Oregon. Back to the subject! So fun to watch these kids interact.
Who know, back when Abby and I were 6 1/2 and just barely getting to know each other, that one day we'd get to watch our kids play together?
Well, we did, actually. Still, how crazy to see it be fulfilled!
Babies on hips, pregnant. Honestly, surreal moment for us! (Please ignore my sexy double chin...)
And the sign of a good weekend? 10 minutes into the drive up to the airport, Wyatt informed us he was going to take a nap. 30 seconds later, he was out.
Yup, great weekend. Thanks for hosting us, Abs!
One month remaining, one month! 4 weeks. Or less! Or more! Wee!!!!!
Alright, all that enthusiasum is easy on the computer, but I'm starting to feel less and less enthused these days. More like, large. Pregnant. Stiff. Waddling with hip pain every time I get up. To be fair, I really didn't start feeling PREGNANT until yesterday. Pregnant meaning, full of baby. Fat. Yesterday was 91 degrees, and I was suddenly hit with the gratefulness that I am lucky to be due in 4 weeks instead of, say, 8 or 12. All summer. 91 degrees was hot, and hotter because I was outside watching my 3 year old play and play and play. If it hadn't have been for his red face, I'd have thought I was crazy, that maybe it wasn't 91 degrees, but 70. Or something. He rode his bike, his scooter, and played happily in the dirt (always digging for dinosaur bones these days) until I finally suggested we go inside and cool ourselves.
Pregnant mama was officially done sweating, thankyouverymuch.
Yesterday was also my 36th week appointment, though this time there was no ultrasound. I'm starting to think there won't be one, which is sorta weird, right? Don't they need to see where she's at? I think she IS slightly downward now, though she still regularly moves to transverse. Anyway. I was informed that my Group B came back positive, something he reassured me meant nothing except that they'd be giving me antibiotics during labor, and that he'd like my labor to at least be 4 hours long (apparently for the antibiotics?). I forgot to ask him what happens if it's not, because that's about what it was last time, and TYPICALLY your first is longest. We shall see, of course. I need to actually write down my questions for my appointment next week (yes, down to weekly appointments) because I forget them as soon as I think of them. The way I forget just about everything as soon as I think it.
He also concluded I am dilated to 2 cm, and I swear he said 70% effaced, which seems wrong because can you be that effaced if you're only 2 cm? I doubt it. Maybe he said 7. 17. Something. Last time at 36 wks I was 1 cm, so HOPEFULLY, cross my fingers, I won't go 9 days over my due date this time. Pretty please.
I may have actually had a contraction or two, but I can't be sure. Painful somethings for several seconds, making me remember that oh yeah, labor hurts. Bad. And maybe I won't try to go without an epidural this time? I don't know. My plan thus far is to try for natural, especially if I labor as quickly as last time. I got so close, 9 cm before that partial epidural, and I know I could do it again. But those little pains jolted my memory a bit, and I also remembered how fantastic that epidural felt after even just a few short hours of constant, send you somewhere else, pain.
Anyway! I officially need to start pulling up the baby items. I keep saying that, and it keeps not happening. There's a lot of things that need to happen that keep not happening, and I'm currently blaming it on my exhaustion at the end of each day, and the fact that right now everything revolves around us putting our yard in. Or rather, Caleb putting in our sprinklers, and then digging the hole for the trampoline (yes...we're doin' it) and then there will be sod, and curbing, and landscaping. Planting. Fencing.
And yes, you can rightly assume that the majority of this has almost nothing to do with me. Caleb has been working his tail off not only working, but working outside. I feel like all I do is clean up a thin layer of dust in this home (and off my child), and the thought of also cleaning up and getting a baby's room ready makes me exhausted.
But then she'll be here! And I'll get to re-experience what exhaustion really means. We sorta can't wait.
Let me just start off by saying this: Where She Went by Gayle Forman, is a sequel. This I didn't know at first, and was rightly thrown off a little, since the author catapults you into a scene 3 years following the first book. I sorta wish I'd known this, I believe I would have been more involved in the novel had I read the first (If I Stay).
Aside from that, I did enjoy the book. In If I Stay, you follow Mia & Adam's relationship as they deal with a horrific accident involving Mia & her entire family. Adam makes a promise to her that if she stays with him, if she lives, he'll do whatever she wants. In Where She Went, you find out that what she wanted was for all ties to be cut between them, which tears Adam apart, even as he lets her do it. You follow his perspective as he tries to deal with his sudden rockstar-dom (did I mention their one tieing hold on each other is their mutual love of music?). He should be happy for himself and his band, but years later he's still wracked with this ghost of what he used to be, who he used to be in love with. Mia.
While parts of this book may seem a little far-fetched (what are the odds of two people being so successful in their own genres of music?), I think people can definitely relate to Adam's feelings of What If? Who hasn't asked that question of themselves about at least one aspect of their lives?
What if I'd made it into this college?
What if I'd chosen to apply there?
What if I hadn't said those words?
What if I'd said no?
I've often wondered what it would be like if you could see another track your life could have followed. How would things be different, how different of a person would I be? It's sorta fascinating to think certain aspects of your personality could be affected by a few simple decision changes.
Ultimately however, I'm thankful we don't have some magic crystal ball. While it might be nice to correct some past mistakes, I'd like to think that things happen for a reason. Otherwise, we might never be able to confidently make a decision and stick with it.
This is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club, but all content & opinions are my own!
We spent the better part of the morning at Liberty Park letting the kids run around and play and get wet. Luckily for Wyatt, the splash pad was somehow clogged (sincerely hope it was some sort of leaf matter and not...well...organic matter) which caused about 4 inches of water to fill up the pad. For some reason, and I'm hoping this changes because we have a full summer ahead of us and I plan to spend a lot of time at the splash pad near our house, Wyatt doesn't enjoy shooting water. A pool, that's great, but water potentially spraying in his face? Not a fan.
Anyway, so he had a great morning. (Besides constantly asking for something to eat. I have to threaten him to get him to quit asking every 3 minutes!)
On the way home I gave him the Smart Water bottle I'd purchased on the way, because I'd forgotten his water bottle. If you haven't seen a Smart Water bottle lately, they're sorta large. Like, 24 ounces large. He drank half of it on the way home.
Foreshadow. It's coming.
When we arrived home I put him straight down for a nap, making him stop to use the bathroom before. Then he had a giant nap, meaning, an hour and a half. Depressingly enough (I miss 3 hour nap days!) this is a giant nap for him. He woke up and for some reason instead of calling my name like he always does, he just walked out of his room. He was visibly groggy, evidence of his giant nap, and when Caleb went to pick him up he stopped mid-lift.
He was wet.
And not just sweaty wet, but WET. Bottoms and even part of his top.
For the first time since switching to underwear cold turkey in October, he'd not woken up to use the bathroom. He's never even had an accident at night! Not from day one of potty training! I almost didn't even know what to do. We'd naively left off a mattress protector (which will change), but thankfully this lovely Ikea mattress he sleeps on has a removable cover. (Can't wait to try to get it back on...)
Also? He immediately used the bathroom while we were cleaning up. That's a lot of water for such a tiny bladder.
So there you have it, folks. My kid peed the bed for the first time. During an hour and a half nap.
In other news, I'm packin' up this family for a quick last minute trip to Oregon. Believe I mentioned it, to see our wonderful friends and celebrate the boys payin' off their first franchise. It'll also be the last (I swear!) trip I take before this baby arrives, the last trip that will be considered "easy", meaning we travel with one child and two adults.
Remember when that used to seem challenging?
Enjoy your weekend! I promise pictures, and not just of Wyatt. Abby's adorable Lydia will be there, and folks, she's pretty dang cute.
Every two weeks seems about right, right? I mean, that's how quick things are going these days. Before I know it it's time for another appointment, which hello, after 36 weeks I start going every week. Which means we're gettin' really close here and it's maybe starting to freak me out.
That's how I felt actually, until yesterday at exactlly 34 weeks and I realized I still have another six weeks to go. Six weeks!? That seems like an eternity! Six weeks means I'm going to get a lot bigger, and I'm already kinda back to that, how will my skin ever stretch any further than it already has? stage.
Ridiculous, I know, because hello! Six weeks! And I've already done this before. I should know better.
Baby is 18ish inches, 4.5ish pounds. Give or take whatever. I've really not paid attention to all that stuff this time, because really, who knows? Wyatt was 9 days late and only 6 lbs 5 oz. It's anybody's guess right now how big this kid is in there. She's certainly making herself known, and always and the most fun times, right when I wake up (so there's almost no chance of falling back asleep) and right when I'm laying down at night (so there's no chance of falling asleep quickly). And of course, all day in between. It's reassuring, though. The girl's got some pep in her. She's particularly fond of pushing from both ends when she's lying sideways. Sometimes alternating, so I feel like a bongo drum.
Not much else is going on, or has changed, except hello, I actually went walking this last week, and lived to tell the tale. We've been on a new bike & running trail near our home in the evenings to let Wyatt get some extra practice on his bike and I've been walking behind the boys while they ride. They go about 2 miles and I end up going about a mile and a half. Not much, but not insignificant after being able to do almost nothing since 16 weeks. I even documented it, proof I did something.
We bought a dresser for the nursery, and the curtains I ordered came. I still have yet to pull out all the onesies and such, but I'll get there. I have a LOT of washing to do for this baby, and fun things, like washing the old infant carrier. Figuring out how to clean the rocker without ruining it. (It's cream....) And most likely, trying to get old stains out of white onesies. Thank heavens for Pinterest.
I'm starting to get sick of wearing (meaning fitting into) the same 5 shirts. I'm at a crossroads here, I don't have much time left to justify a lot of clothing purchases, but can I really be expected to wear these 5 shirts for 6 weeks straight? Nevermind that some of them are getting snug. I pulled out my old pregnancy clothes and discovered I liked almost none of them. Everything is so baggy! This pregnancy I've wanted more fitting clothes. I don't want to look or feel any larger than I am, but the fact is, there's not much room left in some of these shirts.
Not that shirt, but of course it's a long sleeve, as fate would have it.
At my appointment this week I asked my doctor what he thought about plane travel...because we have a trip planned next week. A partial business trip, partial pleasure trip, up to Oregon. As a recap, Caleb's business partner just so happens to be married to one of my best friends so sometimes things like this work out well for us. A trip for the boys to sit down and make some future plans, and also to celebrate a great accomplishment for them, paying off their first franchise. 7 long years of hardwork! They deserve a little celebration I think. Of course, their idea of celebration is slightly different than mine, but I guess frisbee golf can do that to a guy. It's been awhile since Wyatt's flown somewhere, (I guess that's all relative, but his 3 year old self is used to flying often!) and he's super excited.
I asked the doctors opinion and he gave me the okay, after checking me for my own peace of mind. (I sent Wyatt and Cabe out of the room - I have a few memories around his age, and I don't want something like THAT to be one of his) Just barely started to dilate! In other words, I should be good.
This bump gets to go to Oregon to visit Abby and her bump.
Hoping to not re-live the cankles that attacked me the last time I flew. Scroll to the end for the horror. If you dare.
A couple weeks ago Wyatt broke his balance bike. I don't know how, it's a wooden bike. He's 3. It's not like he was riding a tin can.
And for a couple days, probably even a week or so, he badgered us every day, several times a day, about getting him a new bike, "a blue bike with red on it and stickers, just like Austin." (One of the 4 yr old twins next door) Not having a bike wouldn't be so bad, except that every day multiple times a day, the gaggle of kids in our cul de sac start rounding each other up to play outside. Ride their bikes, swap motorized vehicles, search for bugs, and generally run amok. His scooter just wasn't cutting it. We were told.
So we found ourselves one Saturday running around town trying to find a small enough pedal bike, and his new love of the moment, Ted the Chickie, had to come along for the ride.
Ted the Chickie also found a home in a decorative bird cage, and has been seen hanging from the back of Wyatt's pocket and random door knobs around the house. Sometimes he's accompanied by a plastic Green Lantern guy.
So we got the kid a bike. He'll tell you it's actually a Jeep, that we got him a jeep, and we have to be quick to clear up that no, we did not buy our kid a real live killing-mobile. (A bit extreme, I know, but you're a mom and suddenly you don't like any kind of vehicle that might toss your future teenage son out it's sides.)
I missed the initial ride due to a girls night out, but Caleb informed me it took him all of 10 minutes to get the pedals down. He'd get scared and take his feet off them and just glide like he was used to. He's been out every day, and has got it down. Except for that whole getting on the bike himself thing. He's still too short to properly climb on, but we're working on it. Around dinner time today he was begging to go out and I told him he could, but that I couldn't go outside with him because I was making dinner and he'd have to try himself. He figured out how to use Caleb's car as a balancing board.
(Thanks Liz for the photo!)
We're just proud of the little dude. For as long as he's been able to convey it, he's wanted nothing but to be and do Big Boy things. To be just like his Daddy. He wants to get his tools out and work along side him, he wants to wear work gloves when Daddy does, he wants to go surfing and skiing and ride a skate board.
He often asks me randomly, "Mom, why am I growing bigger every day?" among his other five thousand questions a day. And I never have an answer for that.
I don't know, Wyatt! I wouldn't mind if you slowed down a bit.
We like to make birthdays special around here. That doesn't mean expensive, just special. We don't do much for Valentines Day, Mothers or Fathers Day, but we do like to have a good birthday celebration. And Caleb just so happened to have a birthday a bit ago.
We celebrated the night before his birthday with some cake with my family. Wyatt is huge into birthdays, and made sure my entire family, Grandma & Grandpa included, wore their party hats. Party hats were at the top of his get-list for Daddy's birthday.
Wyatt helped me the next morning to make Daddy's birthday breakfast in bed (and by help I mean he was quiet on the couch watching Curious George while we let Cabe sleep a bit more). Of course, as soon as he caught on to what was happening, Wyatt wanted in on this whole awesome eat-in-bed thing.
Caleb took a half day off, so we went about our regularly scheduled Tuesday morning activities - gymnastics class and a haircut for Wyatt. We arrived back home in time to wrap Caleb's gifts before we went out to lunch.
Wyatt was super excited to help with the wrapping, but as soon as I pulled out the gifts, he became confused and got all teary. "But where are all the toys?!?!" I tried explaining that for his birthday he got toys, but for Daddy's birthday, Daddy gets things that Daddy wants. "Daddy toys" if you will. It only sort of satisfied him, and I tried my hardest not to laugh as he tried to compose himself and help me wrap. I'd broken his little heart! He perked up though when it was time to let Cabe open them, and of course, the party hats were brought out again.
Wyatt's gift to Caleb - but really, mostly because Wyatt knows Daddy would share.
I got Caleb a fly fishing set - outfit - whatever they call it. He used to go quite often before we were married, but he's never had his own. Now that we're back home and near his brother and some friends who like to go, I thought it was high time we get him a pole. And high time he have some sort of fun thing to go do in his spare time. Wyatt is also excited to go fishing with Daddy!
(Also, I surprised him by planning a guys night with all our guy friends that weekend. He always teases me about all the girls nights I go on, and I always tell him he can and SHOULD go out with the guys. See a guy movie! Eat themselves sick with BBQ! They never plan it though, so I took matters into my own hands.)
For lunch, Caleb requested Five Guys, and Wyatt is only too happy to oblige. I don't know which of them likes that place more. Anywhere that Wyatt can spend the entire time cracking peanuts is good for him.
Did you even question whether the hat had to come?
Knowing we had a full evening planned, I wanted Wyatt to get a nap in. So we all went home and took a nap! How awesome is that? Even better, the nap seemed to be some magical do-over machine. Before we all fell asleep it had been cloudy and had rained all morning. When we woke up it was sunny, with almost no clouds to be seen. It was kindof awesome - and slightly eery.
And what do you think Caleb wanted to do on his birthday afternoon off?
Take his son to his most favorite place in the entire world (okay, in Utah), Boondocks. A local miniature golf / raceway / arcade / bowling alley etc. etc. etc. So that's what we did.
We then met a bunch of our friends for dinner and had everyone over after for cake and ice cream. It was a full day, an awesome day, a day fit for our very favorite person. Only the best for him.
BabyCenter told me today that I could be "starting to experience back pain." Ha! What would I give to have been pain free this whole time!? Actually, it made me stop and think, and at least it hasn't grown worse as the weeks have passed, it's just sorta that steady ache.
The baby is supposedly 3.75 lbs and almost 17 inches in length, like a large jicama they say! Delicious with hummus. Peach fuzz is supposedly there (though I'm sorta hoping for a bit more hair for this girl than Wyatt had!) along with finger and toenails. I'm supposed to gain a pound a week now, with "half of that going to the baby." So. I guess that means the other half is for me? Blurg.
Actually, while we're on the subject, I had my appointment yesterday and the nurse told me I'd lost two pounds since my last visit! And while I know you're supposed to be gaining weight while pregnant, you find me a woman who wouldn't be thrilled at a two pound weight loss, and I'll show you a liar. It's probably slightly off, since I was wearing a skirt, it certainly has nothing to do with any lack of eating on my part. I'm in that phase where you don't have much room for food, so you tend to eat less, more often. I bought a bag of those cheddar cheese sticks from Costco last week, and those have proved to be a great quick snack. Maybe too great. Too easy to pull out and snack on. Also? Found some ice cream sandwiches at Target that uses Ciao Bella gelato.
I didn't even look at the calories, I just put them in my cart and advised Caleb not to look either. We're just going to enjoy them, alright?
(Wish I'd done that with the Magnum ice cream bars...)
Time is ticking, folks. Thankfully, just as I was starting to panic about not having much ready for this little girl (except for an ever-growing closet full of adorable clothes...), Caleb finished painting the nursery. Tonight he set up the crib and moved in the rocking chair, and I've had him change the location of each at least 3 times. And am not set on their current location. An Ikea trip is planned for frames and hopefully a lamp base (I have a shade that apparently attaches at the top and so far I haven't found a single base that will work!) and maybe another dresser if I can't find one on the classifieds in a timely manner. Or Etsy. I've also created a list of items we need to purchase, and keep adding to it but haven't crossed anything off yet. Some form of double stroller (maybe a sit and stand that can convert later?), baby gates, mobile.... When I start to get discouraged about everything we need to buy, I start listing off the items we already have and will use, to console myself. It could be worse! We could be starting from scratch, right?
Though she occasionally moves into the proper position, she still spends 98% of the time sideways. On one hand, this is actually the most comfortable for me, when she does venture downward, she shoves her legs or bum right up my rib cage and I feel like I can't lean forward at all. On the other, well, I've discussed this with each update. Blabbity blah, blah, blah. No worries yet, right?
It's been unbearable hot the last few days, and it's only been in the mid 80's, so I find myself increasingly grateful that we're in the home stretch. I've spend the last two afternoons outside while Wyatt practices on his new bike (more to come on that!) and holy moly, it only takes about 10 minutes before my feet start to swell. Today I took my rings off at 11:30. Thank heavens for a house with air conditioning! I remember all too well our first San Jose house, spending all summer pregnant with just a window AC unit. I am blessed.
I know, it does look a little small here, but keep in mind it's a morning shot. If you could only see me now! (Thankfully you can't, because after Wyatt's bedtime, bra-time is over.)
I've vowed to be better at blogging. A few days ago I had to search my archives for something, and I was suddenly sad that I hadn't capture so many of life's little events lately. My original purpose in blogging was to have a fun record, but really, to keep my family and friends up to date on us since we weren't living at home. Particularly when we had Wyatt. So living at home kind of made that seem silly, since we see everyone so much more now, but that whole part about keeping a record? Still a good reason for me. In fact, it's almost more important to me, since I don't really keep a journal. So! Here's to being better!
Wyatt has been talking about Easter since last Easter. For some reason, it's his favorite holiday. Not Christmas, not Halloween, not even the lure of fireworks can compete with the magic of hunting for eggs filled with candy. We sort of barely talked about the Easter Bunny this year, for some reason neither Caleb or I are into that. Santa, sure, but the Easter Bunny? Anyway. We had a great year, even though it wasn't as warm as our beloved San Jose.
We used regular food dye this year, but next year I think I'm going to try that awesome Kool-Aid trick from Pinterest! And of course, egg dying must be done with your shirt off.
On Saturday we had a little party at my parents house, so of course Wyatt was thrilled.
Emily even left him find some. (Just kidding Em, it was more the other way around, wasn't it?)
More naked egg dying. He has no use for them after they're dyed, I can't get him to try one! Thank heavens I love a good boiled egg.
Easter morning was the highlight of course, every time he found an egg he exclaimed over it as if it was the very first one, like he just couldn't believe he'd found yet another egg! Momma! I FOUND ANOTHER EGG!
I made sure to fill his basket with very little candy because holy crap, this holiday is all about candy!!
And I had to make our Easter morning special - Trader Joe's chocolate croissants and their Orange/Peach/Mango juice...ahhhh....
Church was excellent as always, and Wyatt has the cutest Sunbeam teachers. They sent him home with this little egg filled with a chick - which he of course, named Ted. His go-to name these days.
We ended the day at my grandmother's house, something I haven't been able to do for a long time. I grew up playing there (for some reason I don't seem to remember eating much, though that was always half the fun! I guess that's called being a kid...we probably played more anyway) for every major holiday and birthday. We'd play long into the late evening, jumping on her trampoline and playing night games, always stuffed to the gills with our family favorite dessert, slush. It was so fun to get together (enjoy her fantastic potato salad!) and watch as the proverbial baton was passed -
It was a perfect Easter!
(doctors move around my due date, but I think this is the more accurate one)
Well folks, 30 weeks, 10 weeks remaining. I am both in awe that I'm already this far along, and yet still can't believe I have 10 entire weeks left. Meaning, 10 more weeks of growing to do. I know better because I've done this once already, but this is about the point in pregnancy where I can't possibly imagine getting any bigger. How could my stomach stretch any further than it already is? Yet, 10 more weeks. And this is where they supposidly gain the most amount of weight! All the major organs and body systems are in place and we're smack dab in the middle of the fattening phase.
The baby is supposidly somewhere between 15 & 17 inches and is somewhere around 3 lbs, about as big as a cabbage. Her brain is growing, and she's rather enjoying flexing her growing muscles. I know they're still tiny, I remember vividly how thin and spindly Wyatt's arms and legs were, but dude, it feels like they're little heavy weights in there. She's STILL sideways, though I can tell she moves around as I sometimes feel her a little closer to head down, where she should be. She still prefers to be transverse about 95% of the time.
I had an appointment yesterday and had to take the beloved glucose tolerance test (which I still haven't heard the results from, this doctor's office has never been good about getting back to me on tests....as in, they've never done it...). This time around I was given a choice for the drink flavor, and picked lemon lime. This was better than the orange, especially when chilled. Like flat, incredibly sugary Sprite. Doable, but not awesome at 7 am. I didn't puke, as some people have done, just felt a little jittery and then spent the rest of the later morning and early afternoon exhausted. Big time sugar crash. I also recieved my rhogam shot, as I have A- blood, and was then sent home. This doctor is very no-nonsense which has been good and also sort of annoying (see above comment about the office response). He reminded me again not to worry about her position until about 36 weeks. Chill, Kim! I'll get a little more reassurance, since doctors appts are now every 2 weeks.
There isn't many new developments, hips still hurt all the time (I finally wized up and started taking Tylenol Pm every night before bed...) and maddeningly, I have a tiny stretch mark! I didn't get any last time, just a couple on my thighs in the very last few days, but none on my stomach. This time, here I am, 10 weeks left to go, and have a stretch mark! It shouldn't bother me, but it does. Doesn't my stomach already have some stretch from last time? I'm carrying her totally different, I know, but dude. Unfair.
Nothin' I can do though, right? Except continue to slather on my BioOil and hope for the best.
The best being that she's cute. I wouldn't mind a brunette with curly hair - I wasn't a half bad looking toddler.
Wyatt is getting more and more curious about this baby, and just this morning asked that dreaded question, "But how does the baby come out, Momma?" It was only a few minutes after we'd all woken up, and I just sorta groaned for a minute, wracking my foggy brain trying to figure out how to explain it in those perfect, not too much but enough to satisfy him, terms. Caleb answered him, just telling him that the doctor at the hospital helped us get her out. Though we're firm believers in making sure he knows the proper terms for anatomy (no "wee-wees" and "woo-woos" over here...and now I have a hankering for High Anxiety....) I don't know if he needs to know terms like vagina at this moment in time - when I've just so clearly discovered at his swim lessons yesterday that in class situations he is The Talker. Monopolizing the answering of questions and commenting as often as he can. I can only imagine the information he relays to his primary teachers at church.
He's also very certain that she has toys in there. I've tried to tell him she doesn't, but he won't hear of it, convinced she's at least got some cars in there. Sometimes it feels that way.
Forgot to do a morning shot, but this is just as well. Mid-morning works. I was slightly bigger, lower, and rounder last time. Totally weird to me that you can carry babies so differently. You'd think you'd carry yours all the same! Yet here I am, carrying high and sort of all over in front, despite her being sideways. Crazy, I tell you. Still completely fascinated / weirded out that we grow our babies in our stomachs. Honestly, isn't that wild?
I could probably sum up my review for Jessica Spotswood's Born Wicked with this story:
I was supposed to get the book weeks ago, the review was due yesterday actually. For some reason this time, my book was lost in transit and after a few emails back and forth the wonderful women of the Blogher Book Club sent me a copy themselves. It didn't arrive until yesterday, and I promised them I'd finish as quickly as possible. I started reading a few chapters during Wyatt's nap time and found it was going to be a quick read. Nothing I'd go picking up myself, Young Adult and witches don't usually hold anything for me, but enjoyable.
I didn't get to pick it up again until after Wy went to sleep, but then something happened and suddenly I found myself finishing the book at 1 am. I'd been sucked into a vortex of reading! It's the best kind really, the kind of book where you finish, or even just finish a chapter, and look up in a sort of daze and realize that, oh yeah, you're not a witch in the early 1900's. You're sitting in your living room at 1 am, bloated and pregnant, with a three year old in the next room who's bound to wake up in a mere 6 hours. I'd been officially hooked.
Born Wicked is the first in a series called The Cahill Witch Chronicles, it follows a trio of sisters, all witches, in New England in the early 1900's. Cate, the oldest, must look after her two younger sisters since their mother (also a witch) has passed, and keep their secret safe. Witches used the rule the area but have been stifled and forced into hiding by The Brotherhood, an organization of men who've taken it up on themselves to govern the city and rid it of witches. Witches used to be hanged or burned at the stake, but are now sent to asylumns or work camps, never seen again.
Of course there's more to the story, Cate must choose a husband to marry soon or the Brotherhood will do it for her, but I don't want to give too much away. While I wasn't big on The Hunger Games, I did fall prey to the Twilight series (only because a friend gave me the book and told me to read it without looking at the back - she knew I'd not want to if I'd known it was about vampires!) and this series seems to have captured me like Twilight did.
And yes, at 1 am I went to check when the next in the series is due out: February 2013. Cruel and unusual punishment, though I still recommend you check it out!
I participate in the Blogher Book Club & am compensated for my review, however, all opinions are my own!
So, I thought we wouldn't be in the Why Phase until he was like, 4ish, but dudes, we are smack dead in the thick of the Why Phase.
And the problem is, he's still only 3, not even 3 1/2 yet. So many of his questions have answers that he doesn't understand yet, which then prompt more Why questions. I spend my entire day wracking my brain trying to come up with how to properly answer his question. To give enough info to satisfy him, without having to answer another question. Or freak him out.
Some of the questions I've been asked, just today:
Mom, where does my poo poo come out of?.........WHY does it come out of my bum?
Mom, where do our bodies come from?
Mom, why am I not a garbage truck?
Mom, what's inside the water?.......No, what's IN the water?
Mom, what's inside this bean?
Mom, where does this water come from?
And these are just the more memorable ones, nevermind all the little ones as we're going about the day. It sounds adorable and endearing, and it is, but ohmigosh it's exhausting! I need to start studying random facts or something. This kid is testing me, and I feel like I'm failing!
He put my shower cap on one day and wanted to wear it to Costco...
Wherein Thursday is a Tuesday. But hey! Just goin' with the flow over here, no big deal, just gestating and cooking and cleaning and chasing a 3 year old and decidedly not doing much about this gestating baby.
And it's Tuesday instead of last Thursday! Huh!
So we're at 27 weeks now, which, if you don't know, officially signals the Third Trimester. As in, as of yesterday we have 3 months left until D-day. Unless she comes early! Or late. Due dates are suggestions, sort of like the expiration dates on milk cartons. Milk could sour early, or late, depending on who knows what. The only thing you have to go off is how it smells.
This girl is officially 2ish lbs, 15ish inches long, and can now open her eyes! And see nothing, right? There isn't light in there, is there? Anyway. That's what's goin' on over here.
I'm large, and at that point where you suddenly realize shopping isn't fun and you miss it. You want to shop but nothing looks good on you anyway. This is precisely where I started buying shoes last time. Cause shoes fit! On Saturday I had dinner with some of my cousins for one of their birthdays and afterward we did a bit of shopping. I bought sunglasses and a necklace. Oh wait, they did show me some skirts that were stretchy AND had a drawstring. Somehow they convinced me to buy two (we're all horrible when we get together to shop!) which is actually good, because I was currently down to two skirts for church. Every Sunday it was like, should I wear Outfit A or Outfit B today? We were on a rotation basis. Now I have 4! Woo!
I'm trying to decide how I'm supposed to make it the rest of the three months with this hip / lower back pain. I'm taking two Tylenol every night before bed just to get a few good hours of uninterrupted sleep. I'm thinking this might not be the best thing, taking it every day. I finally remembered the hot pad trick, and used it last night to ease some weird muscle I'd tweaked in my side. Remember how I did that last time? That sucked. Trying to avoid that. I can't sit in certain positions, can't stand in certain positions, and certainly can't partially recline unless it's on a soft surface like the couch. Meaning, I can't lead back in the tub, which yes, is a complete and total travesty.
I miss working out. Not helping? Reading my Self magazine. I can't even walk long anymore without it affecting my hips for the rest of the day. Last Monday we went on a walk on the boulevard with Wyatt, it was warm and we left him bring his scooter. It's about a mile, and halfway back I knew I was in trouble. No, scratch that, I knew I was in trouble when a cute little grandma passed me up. Caleb and Wyatt and my sister had long since gone ahead, and Caleb had been sending me cheeky little texts, asking if I'd had the baby yet or not.
Anyway. Let's end the whining. Overall? I'm a lucky pregnant person. I've got it pretty easy over here, meaning, I don't puke. Or haven't (knock on wood!), which is awesome because I hate puking more than anything else in this world.
My glucose test isn't for a couple of weeks for some reason, but the bottle of sugar water is sitting in my fridge staring at me every time I open it. I chose lemon lime this time, so we'll see how that goes. I think this one is a lot bigger than what I had to drink last time. It's huge!
I think she's still sitting sideways. So. Yeah. She's jumping around like crazy, something I don't think I'll ever get used to, or sick of. I keep thinking about how funny it is that they seem to move so much and with such force and then after they're born they're helpless, they barely move. Almost as baffling as the fact that one second they're breathing water and the next air.
Science. It's amazing.
Check out that difference. Isn't that weird? Definitely carrying her different this time. And I'm back to peeing during the night and using that awesome 10 & 2 trick I learned last time.
Wyatt has started to rub and kiss my tummy and he tells me he loves the baby in my tummy. Yesterday he even felt the baby move, and then immediately went back to playing his game on the iPad. Such is the attention span of a 3 year old.
He's also decided on a new name: Tutu. Actively not adding that to the list...he's going to make an excellent big brother though. We can't wait to meet this little girl and see these two get to know each other.