Well, this kid already got snuffed

With B I was always on it. We took belly pictures right on time and I probably blogged about 3-4 times a month. Now I am lucky if I get 2 blog posts up and I've missed my 28 week belly shot. Poor kid. S/he probably wont get a lot of pictures taken either. I am already stressing about having enough time for this baby. Will I remember to fill out the baby book? Will I remember to blog? Will I get behind on the montages? The list could go on. I just don't either child to feel neglected. So, Tuesday I HAVE to remember to do a belly picture for 30 weeks. We are at the 10 week count down folks and the anxiety is kicking in full force. At least I am not the only one. They other night at Mike's parents house, Mike was holding his nephew when he started to cry. It was like he panicked. He forgot what to do and just wanted to hand off the baby. He even said "whoa I'm not ready for this, I still have 2 more months to go." To his credit it is different when its not your own child, but I felt it too. Are we ready? Again?

B man is saying the cutest things to me. He says "la you too, mama" (Love you too, mama). He sings "Yes, jejus meeeee" (Yes, Jesus loves me). "to you, papa" (Happy Birthday to you, Papa). I am the stories that come out of his mouth are so funny (when I understand him). It is so true, that only parents really know what their kids are saying. I swear it sounds so obvious and clear to me but others are like "what did he say?". His little personality is really starting to emerge. He love attention and will do anything for it. He loves trying to make you laugh and if that doesn't work he is quit the drama king, fake tears and all. He gets so crazy almost like he is out of control when he is having fun. It is quit amusing.

Ok, now for some baby things. My ribs are killing me. There are days I just want to cry because the pain never goes away. Like I said before, this baby is very active and,as long as it doesn't push against my sensitive spot, I am enjoying the feeling of have this life in side of me. I am never really alone. I feel so blessed that I am able to have another child and so far a pretty uneventful pregnancy. Sometimes I know I can take this for granted and it truly is a miracle. I am so curious to see if this baby looks just like B. Our friends just had their second and she looks just like her brother.

The reason for not having pictures is because they are all and home and I find I only have time to blog when I am at work ;-) I will try and add pictures to previous posts.

3rd Trimester!

The end is near. I don't know wheather to be be happy for never being pregnant again or sad for never being pregnant again. I try to enjoy it, but it is really hard when I have severe rib pain and back pain and over all uncomfortableness. Oh, and did I mention the rib kicking. I am assuming he/she is head down and feet are just rolling over my ribs. Ouch! I will say I think being pregnant in the summer is easier then the winter so far. Boots are really hard to get on with a belly in the way. I much perfer flip flops. Plus, I feel even fatter with all the heavy clothes and coat on. Morning sickness is the summer was hard too (even though it wasn't as bad this time around), but you already get really hot right before you vomit, then add the 90 degree weather and it is pretty miserable. My vote for future moms, if you can time your pregnancy, is to get pregnant in the spring or summer. This advice might change as I could be stuck in a winter storm without my epidural for delivery. Pray this won't happen.

I leave for San Diego in a couple of days to visit my sister. I am excited to get away, but ever since B has been born its always bitter sweet. When I am in the throw of things, I can't wait to "escape", but when that time comes I am always sad to leave him and can't wait to get back. I have a doctors appointment right before I leave to make sure everything is a "go, no go for launch". We plan on whale watching and hitting up the wild animal park for a safari.

B said his first sentence the other day. It went like this. "no, Yellow Guy (his stuffed animal) stay mommy's house". I almost cried. I do a lot of that lately with all these hormones. B also visited Santa this year already. Our friends always throw a Christmas party for the kids with a visit from Santa. Last year B screamed and cried. This year he patiently sat and waited for his name to be call to pick up his gift and sit on Santa's lap. At one point he got really brave and curious. He snuck up to Santa and touched his leg, then retreated real fast to sit back down. It was funny and yes, I almost cried again. When it was his turn he didn't cry, but he also wouldn't tell Santa what he wanted either, still shy. We got good pictures this time.