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.

Viable!!!

So technically when you reach 24 weeks of pregnancy, if for some reason you deliver you baby, this is the earliest they will try everything to keep your baby alive outside the womb. At 24 weeks gestation, it is possible, with the help of modern medicine, that your baby will survive. So, its kind of a milestone in most mother's books.





I am starting to get that right sided pain again that feels like gall bladder pain, but is probably just my ribs spreading again. I am that girl that holds he stomach under the right rib cage again. I swear this time it started sooner than with B. I can definitly tell the kicks are getting stronger and just like B, this one is up at 10pm and again at 5-6 am. So I also started thinking that we should start getting stuff for this baby now too. I finally did some research on baby monitors and found 2 that have potential. Now we just need to get them hooked up and tested (they are video monitors). We are also still undecided on names. Well, ok I take that back. We are 100% sure on a girl first name, still debating middle name. We are 85% sure on boy name by default only and do not have a middle name picked out. Surprisingly, I am not that worried about it yet. If you don't already know the names I will what until we are 100% sure on both before I mention them.. or not because I still refer to B as B. I guess if you know me you will know my children's names. Ha, so there.





B has learned some new things. Now when you ask him a question, he rolls his eyes up, puts his finger to his chin and says "hmmmm". Like he is deciding what to say. It's really cute. Cuter than the word "NO" that he seems to used on a constant basis. He also says "Hi mama (or dada, nana, papa, scott, or who ever else is in the room)" on pretty much a non-stop basis.





Until next time.

Half Baked

I am half way through this pregnancy and I can't believe how much faster this one is going compared to B man. I feel this baby all the time now and sometimes s/he won't let me sleep. I get a little nervous wondering, if this one is more active then B man is, we are in for a wild 18 years. So far I haven't had a huge urge to find out this sex of this one. I am doing better than I thought I would. It does make planning for this a little more difficult especially since almost everything is gender specific. So its still fun to guess the sex of this baby using old wive's tales and other cultrual sayings. For instance, the chinese gender calendar predicts this is a girl (it did for B as well). Thought I'd run down the differences between these two pregnancies for fun.





Similarities: constipation, nausea, righted sided pain



Differences: No meat adversions, didn't puke as much, my complexion is worse this time, felt baby move a lot sooner, peeing more, more headaches this time, way more exhaustion this time, more gagging, and just overall very different.














B man is going to be a cow for halloween. I bought a size 2T and it appears to be a little small. Hope it will make it another 2 weeks. First though, is B's birthday party. I think he sort of gets what presents are so I am looking forward to him opening some up this year. If the saying is true about doubling your child's height at 2 yrs of age to find our their adult height, then B is on schedule to be 6 feet tall. Official reading in a week.














B is finally starting to put two words together. He will say "dada home" and "chi chi hot" (this is mac n' cheese not boobies). He is picking up new things so fast its amazing to watch him learn.

The Dirty Thirty

Yes folks, do not be fooled by my youthful appearance. I am turning thirty in a week! My sweet husband went to great lengths to throw me a surprise birthday party last weekend and I was definitly surprised. Most of my family and my friends were there. I felt very special to have that many people celebrate my birthday with me. Looking back I feel bad because I almost got pissed off at Mike for not following the schedule I thought we had originally planned complete with a Chick-Fil-A stop around lunch time. Since he was falling behind schedule (so I thought) I almost left without him and ruined my party. But we showed up not too far behind the scheduled time I was suppose to arrive, Chick Fil A in hand and all. It was a lot of fun!

17 weeks and I can now feel Deucer move from the outside. Its real light but there. I am also feeling pretty good too and sometimes forget I am pregnant until I feel one of those kicks or flops inside of me.

Now that my birthday party is done, it is on to planning B man's. This year is Caillou and I am so glad Mike agreed to this (he doesn't care for the cartoon). B man LOVES Caillou and I hope he loves this party. Can't believe he is turning two! Last night he said two words in a row, "Chi Chi hot" (translation= this mac n' cheese is hot). Could've cried people! He is growing so fast. Another delima is what he is going to be for halloween. We are thinking cow or dinosaur. I want him to pick it out, but he doesn't really get it yet.

15 weeks...almost

Well lets see, what can I talk about. This time around its hard to talk about the pregnancy. I can't give you any neat updates on what its doing because I can't scan myself. I sometimes even forget I am even pregnant this time (when I am feeling good). Speaking of feeling good, I can poop again! I know, gross, but when you have a really hard time with that for so long it is such a great feeling that you want to tell the world. I was doing pretty well with the nausea and vomiting thing until today. I went 4 whole days without puking, I still felt like it sometimes but could keep it under control.

I ordered a pair of maternity jeans. My friend gave me a bunch of hers, but for some reason they seem really short. I mean, they will work with flats, but not with boots. So I ordered a long pair just for that occasion. I want a pretty mild winter this year, since I can't go snowboarding and I will be delivering in the winter, I am hoping its not too harsh.

B man is still B man, rambunctious as ever. I have to remind him that he can't just jump on me because he might squish his brother (I think its a boy). I am starting to get a little anxiety about the transition from crib to bed. I thought we might try this Christmas maybe sooner. He loves beds and likes to lay on everyone else's. Hopefully he'll stay in his own. I highly doubt that though. He has officially started the terrible two's. He whines now too and tells me "NO". I swear I wasn't like this as a kid and this is all Mike's fault. I can't help but think, "Am I doing something wrong as a parent or do all kids act this way?". For instance, going out to eat is a nightmare for me. He won't sit in his seat without screaming or crying. He wants up, he wants down. He doesn't want to eat and he throws everything. Did I mention the screaming and whining?!?! When I see other kids in the restaurant they are usually really good. Oh Lord, help us. At least there are some moments right before you want to strangle him that he is so cute and I end up squeezing and kissing him instead.

Our Pets Heads are Falling Off

So kinda had a couple of weeks of hell. First off, I am still sick and throw up once a day and usually nauseated most of the day. Then on a rare good day I decide to take B to the water park and darn near broke my ankle. I couldn't walk normally for...well it still isn't 100%. Worst of all, work said I couldn't work with crutches/cane or any apparatus on my ankle, so that made me take 4 full days of sick time that I could've used during maternity leave. Plus, I don't know if you know this, but kids don't put themselves in timeout and I couldn't carry B for a few days. So pretty much he knew it and tried to get away with everything.

I suppose in the end things could be worse, I just like to complain sometimes.

do deet doot dee do

I'm sitting here at work contemplating looking a Deucer, just wanting to check to make sure it's still alive. Even though I puked this morning, (good indicator things are going good) I can't help but want to take a peek. I am sure this will be the first of many times I will be tempted, but I can't. Not anymore. Last time Deucer was measuring ahead by like 4-5 days and so at almost 11 weeks (probably measuring 11 1/2) I better just play it safe and not look.

Pants are definitely getting unbuttoned at night now, but no maternity clothes for me (we'll have to see what happens when I have to put on my jeans though, luckily we still have at least another month before the weather really changes). Since this is my last pregnancy I am going to try not to buy any maternity clothes. My friend gave me a bunch of pants and I think with a cardigan I can wear my summer maternity shirts this winter.

B man finally peed in the toilet. It was sort of an accident since I caught him going on the bath mat and just put him on the toilet, but nonetheless we made a big deal out of it and he was proud. I got him some potty books from the library and he enjoys reading those and really wants to go in the potty, but just can't figure out the timing. I hope he is or at least close to being potty trained before Deucer arrives.