Thursday, February 26, 2009

you slip up one time

Last night I took my son in for his bath.

"Oh, thank you!" he cries out with great enthusiasm as he approaches the bubbly water.

"Thank you!" as I dunk him in.

"Thank you thank you!" as I dump his bath toys in.

Then as he stacks his foam blocks one slips out. "Aw, shit!" he exclaims in his sweet little voice.

Aw shit, indeed.

Monday, February 23, 2009

the bottom stretch

I cannot believe it's the 3rd trimester already. I cannot believe that the time until Babytwo gets here is now measured in weeks. I cannot believe that Babytwo is so big now that he exceeds the paper ruler I'd been marking his length on.

I'm kind of sad that this pregnancy, probably my last, is winding down.
I'm anxious to hold my Babytwo and see him for the first time.
I'm a bit scared of the stresses and challenges ahead of us.
I can't wait to see Hubby hold his newborn son, to watch Little Guy grow into his job of big brother.

It's all so very very soon! :)

another story for his wedding

I woke up this morning to my husband asking angrily, "What have you done with your clothes?"

Good news: He wasn't talking to me.

Bad News: He was talking to Little Guy. Who was playing happily in his bedroom naked. And had made a poopy mess.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

mine thank you monkey night-night

Little Guy's newest perfectly spoken words. Who, as I type, is lying stretched out in front of me on the dining room table banging on it with a plastic hammer.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

ah, pregnancy!

Yesterday morning I had noticeable, uncomfortable Braxton Hicks contractions. It brought back nice memories of Little Guy's birth -- distant memories of walking hospital halls with far worse contractions. Been a long long time since I felt those!

Then sometime last night I began to get that uncomfortable feeling like my lungs just don't have enough room to properly breathe. I huff and puff just going up and down the stairs sometimes. I'd forgotten about that!

The cherry on top is a developing love-hate relationship with sleep. As in, I would love to sleep 20 hrs a day. I hate not being able to sleep on my back and now that I've gotten larger it's getting harder and harder to be comfortable in any position, no matter the pillow configuration. The ratio of sleeping to not-sleeping is shifting. And this time I know...it will only keep shifting and not start turning around again until BabyTwo starts sleeping through the night, many moons from now.

I'm not complaining here, I'm observing. Observing with no small amount of joy and anticipation.

I settled on 2 day choices for our scheduled c-section and yesterday my mom bought her plane tickets for being with us through the big event.

I had a few extremely productive days this week when the need to nest overcame the need to sleep and I got a tremendous amount done. Babytwo's bassinet is sitting in our room waiting to be assembled. The changing table has been moved in there and awaits stocking. I need to go buy drawers so I can start unpacking all of Little Guy's baby clothes. I spend what seems like vast amounts of time onine selecting with great care which baby gear we need.

My mind is filled with preparing for an enormous and wonderful life change that is now less than 12 weeks away. We are SO not ready!

p.s. - I am freaking enormous! I cannot fathom how big I will be by the time this is done...

Monday, February 2, 2009

cuteness

Little Guy has about 20 stuffed animals, but only a few that he allows in bed with him. Mostly just one - his doggie. Try to put any others in and he is compelled to drop everything and go evict them. If some helpful person helps him with the evictions and throws his doggie out too, he exclaims "Uh-oh!" and runs to get him. As he picks him up off the floor he asks, "Are you ok?" before hugging him. It's possible that the helpful person in question repeats this process many times on purpose because it's so cute.