Busby spent a fun day with his Grandpa, and from his description, I believe he took a wagon ride. And there was something about hanging up a bicycle.
Janet has become increasingly defiant, and this concerns me only because I'm worried about how she will handle a new baby arriving in the house. Otherwise, I would chalk it up to being almost 2, and deal. Any thoughts?
McCloud is still a mover and a shaker, and I keep going "OH!" and getting funny looks from Big Kahuna. He knows it's not labor yet, and is expecting something more dramatic if I believe I'm actually in labor.
I got out the Newborn/0-3 Month baby girl clothing today, and to my horror discovered all kinds of spit-up stains. Turns out, this is fairly normal. I picked up some Biz at Target, and will launder the lot with this purportedly helpful product.
I'm down to weekly appointments with my OB. Today is 36 weeks 3 days. We're in the home stretch. I have an ultrasound scheduled for next week to check size and position. Size is the real concern, as Janet was 9lb 12oz at 37 weeks 4 days.
If you're squeamish, stop reading now.
Ok, I warned you...I'm 2-3 centimeters dilated, 50% effaced. You could look at that as progress, or remember that I can sit parked here for the next 4 weeks. Let's hope for progress.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
I don't have any arms
For me lately, dinner preparation has been somewhat stressful. I've just not been organized, and have not been planning like I should. Add on top of that a sick husband, whose mind I cannot always read, and whose stomach I'm not sure will keep down much. Then make it 6:00, and Janet saying "Dinner!"
So, I had to get something together that would reasonable feed my family and that everyone will keep in their body for the proper amount of time. I came up with mac & cheese (shocking, I know) and canned peaches. Because it's fast, easy, and the kids will eat it. BK said he would also like a pb&j or fried cheese sandwich*. I opted for the former, which were fixed at the table. As you know, peanut butter is not Busby's "fabrit", so he just got jelly bread. Janet ate nearly an entire sandwich on top of her mac and cheese. I fixed a lovely sandwich for BK, and then I made one for myself.
I made the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself tonight. The perfect pb&j is a magical thing, because no matter how much practice you have, you can't make them all this perfect all the time. Somehow, it just doesn't happen the same way each time. Mine started out with the right bread (Meijer Brand Split Top White Bread in the blue bag), a scoop of Jif brand peanut butter that at first glance appeared to be way too much, but was perfect, and a small shovel load of Smucker's strawberry jam. It was incredible.
Janet is in the phase where she likes to name her physical features and point them out to you. Eyes, ears, hair, mouth, teeth, fingers, piggies. Tonight she said "arms." And I said "Where are your arms?" She batted her eyes at me. So I waived my arms around a bit and said "Arms!" Busby said, "Sissy, do you have arms?" She just looked at him blankly. "Daddy, do you have arms?" "Yes." "I have arms. Mommy, do you have arms?" "No, Busby, I do not have arms." (I love to mess with the kids sometimes. I blame Big Kahuna for this. His twisted sense of humor has rubbed off on me in the worst ways.) Busby seemed a bit perplexed. But recovered when I picked up my perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich and proceeded to eat it.
A few minutes later, Janet had to be reminded to keep her feet off of the dinner table. Busby had to be reminded to keep his hands out of his pull up while we are eating. Janet decided to try to scoop up her knee with her spoon. We asked if she could eat her knee, thinking she would lean over and take a bite. Instead she kept trying to scoop it up with her spoon. Eventually, the kids got tired of entertaining us. Busby, as usual, asked to be excused first. I asked him to show me his hands, which he and Janet did at the same time, jazz hands style.
* Because I prepare them in a skillet, Big Kahuna calls grilled cheese sandwiches "fried cheese sandwiches." I have adopted this name for them as well.
So, I had to get something together that would reasonable feed my family and that everyone will keep in their body for the proper amount of time. I came up with mac & cheese (shocking, I know) and canned peaches. Because it's fast, easy, and the kids will eat it. BK said he would also like a pb&j or fried cheese sandwich*. I opted for the former, which were fixed at the table. As you know, peanut butter is not Busby's "fabrit", so he just got jelly bread. Janet ate nearly an entire sandwich on top of her mac and cheese. I fixed a lovely sandwich for BK, and then I made one for myself.
I made the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich for myself tonight. The perfect pb&j is a magical thing, because no matter how much practice you have, you can't make them all this perfect all the time. Somehow, it just doesn't happen the same way each time. Mine started out with the right bread (Meijer Brand Split Top White Bread in the blue bag), a scoop of Jif brand peanut butter that at first glance appeared to be way too much, but was perfect, and a small shovel load of Smucker's strawberry jam. It was incredible.
Janet is in the phase where she likes to name her physical features and point them out to you. Eyes, ears, hair, mouth, teeth, fingers, piggies. Tonight she said "arms." And I said "Where are your arms?" She batted her eyes at me. So I waived my arms around a bit and said "Arms!" Busby said, "Sissy, do you have arms?" She just looked at him blankly. "Daddy, do you have arms?" "Yes." "I have arms. Mommy, do you have arms?" "No, Busby, I do not have arms." (I love to mess with the kids sometimes. I blame Big Kahuna for this. His twisted sense of humor has rubbed off on me in the worst ways.) Busby seemed a bit perplexed. But recovered when I picked up my perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich and proceeded to eat it.
A few minutes later, Janet had to be reminded to keep her feet off of the dinner table. Busby had to be reminded to keep his hands out of his pull up while we are eating. Janet decided to try to scoop up her knee with her spoon. We asked if she could eat her knee, thinking she would lean over and take a bite. Instead she kept trying to scoop it up with her spoon. Eventually, the kids got tired of entertaining us. Busby, as usual, asked to be excused first. I asked him to show me his hands, which he and Janet did at the same time, jazz hands style.
* Because I prepare them in a skillet, Big Kahuna calls grilled cheese sandwiches "fried cheese sandwiches." I have adopted this name for them as well.
The gift that keeps on giving
On Friday evening, Janet came down with something that has caused her to overload her diapers a couple times, and she's still not feeling well. She keeps talking about poop and asking for water. Poor kid. :(
As is typical when your toddler is sick, you get sick, too. First it was Big Kahuna. I will not describe his symptoms to you. Nor will I describe mine. Neither of us has exactly the same symptoms as Janet, but Big Kahuna has been feeling especially crummy.
I am only hoping at this point that Busby doesn't come down with it. We have less than 72 hours for it to clear the kids' systems so they can go to daycare on Wednesday.
A big huge thank you to Grandpa for picking up Busby this morning and taking him to church. Busby LOVES Sunday School. He loves his teachers (Grandma is one of them), he loves to talk about the lesson, he loves to read and reread the handout each week, and he loves the new songs he learns.
As is typical when your toddler is sick, you get sick, too. First it was Big Kahuna. I will not describe his symptoms to you. Nor will I describe mine. Neither of us has exactly the same symptoms as Janet, but Big Kahuna has been feeling especially crummy.
I am only hoping at this point that Busby doesn't come down with it. We have less than 72 hours for it to clear the kids' systems so they can go to daycare on Wednesday.
A big huge thank you to Grandpa for picking up Busby this morning and taking him to church. Busby LOVES Sunday School. He loves his teachers (Grandma is one of them), he loves to talk about the lesson, he loves to read and reread the handout each week, and he loves the new songs he learns.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Big Kahuna, Age 33
Today is Big Kahuna's 33rd birthday. This is how we celebrated:
5:00 a.m. Janet yelled "Ere arrrrrrr uuu?" I said "What?" Big Kahuna said, "I'll get it." Then 30 seconds later said, "Honey, I need your help." So I got out of bed, went to the kid's room to discover that Janet had, for the second time in 12 hours, emptied her body of all solid and not-so-solid waste, which overflowed out of her diaper and up the back of her jammies. We got her stripped, cleaned up, and in clean jammies. Since both kids were awake, I put Janet in bed with Busby, and both repeatedly asked me what I was doing while changing Janet's sheets. We got Janet back in bed, and started to head to our own bed. Busby kept stalling, then Big Kahuna brilliantly said, "Thank you for being such a big helper with Janet." That made Busby smile, and he seemed satisfied enough to stay in bed.
5:45 a.m. Both kids in our room. Both kids not saying anything. Then Big Kahuna said, "What are you doing?" Busby said, "Nothing." Big Kahuna said, "Ok, just lay down on the floor." And they did. For 10.2 seconds. Then they had to be escorted back to bed.
7:30ish a.m. Big Kahuna got up, put Janet's nasty jammies and bed sheets in the washing machine. The kids stayed asleep.
8:20ish a.m. I heard the washing machine start to walk across the basement. I got out of bed, found Big Kahuna reading this blog, thanked him for letting me sleep, and told him the washing machine was out of balance.
8:30 a.m. The kids got up. I reminded them that today is Daddy's birthday. Both kids ran to the kitchen and yelled "Happy Birthday Daddy!!!!" Then they helped me get his presents, which were not wrapped, and delivered them to Big Kahuna.
We went to the zoo today. For the first time we rode the zoo train. Before it left the station, Busby was crying because he cries sometimes when we are going to do something new. Then he got into and had fun. We saw most of the plains animals, and spent some time looking at the ducks and baby lemurs.
We came home at lunch time, at leftover mac and cheese and hot dogs, and then Janet filled her diaper again. And bless him, Big Kahuna changed her again, and put her down for a nap. Then I went down for a nap. I don't think Busby ever slept. Now I have to go to Stuff Mart.
5:00 a.m. Janet yelled "Ere arrrrrrr uuu?" I said "What?" Big Kahuna said, "I'll get it." Then 30 seconds later said, "Honey, I need your help." So I got out of bed, went to the kid's room to discover that Janet had, for the second time in 12 hours, emptied her body of all solid and not-so-solid waste, which overflowed out of her diaper and up the back of her jammies. We got her stripped, cleaned up, and in clean jammies. Since both kids were awake, I put Janet in bed with Busby, and both repeatedly asked me what I was doing while changing Janet's sheets. We got Janet back in bed, and started to head to our own bed. Busby kept stalling, then Big Kahuna brilliantly said, "Thank you for being such a big helper with Janet." That made Busby smile, and he seemed satisfied enough to stay in bed.
5:45 a.m. Both kids in our room. Both kids not saying anything. Then Big Kahuna said, "What are you doing?" Busby said, "Nothing." Big Kahuna said, "Ok, just lay down on the floor." And they did. For 10.2 seconds. Then they had to be escorted back to bed.
7:30ish a.m. Big Kahuna got up, put Janet's nasty jammies and bed sheets in the washing machine. The kids stayed asleep.
8:20ish a.m. I heard the washing machine start to walk across the basement. I got out of bed, found Big Kahuna reading this blog, thanked him for letting me sleep, and told him the washing machine was out of balance.
8:30 a.m. The kids got up. I reminded them that today is Daddy's birthday. Both kids ran to the kitchen and yelled "Happy Birthday Daddy!!!!" Then they helped me get his presents, which were not wrapped, and delivered them to Big Kahuna.
We went to the zoo today. For the first time we rode the zoo train. Before it left the station, Busby was crying because he cries sometimes when we are going to do something new. Then he got into and had fun. We saw most of the plains animals, and spent some time looking at the ducks and baby lemurs.
We came home at lunch time, at leftover mac and cheese and hot dogs, and then Janet filled her diaper again. And bless him, Big Kahuna changed her again, and put her down for a nap. Then I went down for a nap. I don't think Busby ever slept. Now I have to go to Stuff Mart.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Where are you?
Sorry for the multiple posts in one evening...sometimes it's all the time I have.
But that's not the reason for the title of this post. It comes from a scene this morning:
I was leaving the bathroom after my shower at about 6:25 this morning. I heard Janet yelling "Moooooooommmmmmmmmmy, ere arrrrr uuu?" So I opened the kids' bedroom door to let her out, to which she responded with a big whispered "Shhhhhhhhhhh, Busby seepin."
But that's not the reason for the title of this post. It comes from a scene this morning:
I was leaving the bathroom after my shower at about 6:25 this morning. I heard Janet yelling "Moooooooommmmmmmmmmy, ere arrrrr uuu?" So I opened the kids' bedroom door to let her out, to which she responded with a big whispered "Shhhhhhhhhhh, Busby seepin."
Things I had forgotten
I had forgotten that when you grow large babies, 8 months pregnant looks like 10 months pregnant. And that there is still a month of growth left.
I had forgotten how hard on my right kidney it is to be 8 months pregnant. Maybe I should try sleeping on my left side more.
I had forgotten just how much it looks and feels like a Sigourney Weaver movie is taking place in an 8 month pregnant body.
I had forgotten what it really feels like to wake up convinced that someone is trying to rip your calf off of your leg with their bare hands.
I had forgotten how amazingly awesome my husband is when it feels like someone is trying to rip my calf off with their bare hands. He is usually the one with the presence of mind to get me to point my heel.
I had forgotten about how nasty pregnancy gas and heartburn are.
I had forgotten how ridiculously small newborn size diapers are. The lovely people at Huggies sent me one with some coupons. I almost fell off of my chair laughing at how small the cute little sample diaper is. I think Janet has a doll it will fit on. It's unlikely that it will fit on McCloud.
I had forgotten how frustrating pregnancy insomnia is. I hate getting out of bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, because then I'm awake for at least an hour.
I had forgotten how disabling pregnancy back pain can feel.
I had forgotten about the insane levels of pregtardancy that can be reached.
I had forgotten how insane the "So, what are we going to name this baby" conversations can be.
I had not forgotten the joy, wonder, and excitement over a new life taking shape in my overextended abdomen. Or how the smallest things can make me weepy. Usually with joy.
I had forgotten how hard on my right kidney it is to be 8 months pregnant. Maybe I should try sleeping on my left side more.
I had forgotten just how much it looks and feels like a Sigourney Weaver movie is taking place in an 8 month pregnant body.
I had forgotten what it really feels like to wake up convinced that someone is trying to rip your calf off of your leg with their bare hands.
I had forgotten how amazingly awesome my husband is when it feels like someone is trying to rip my calf off with their bare hands. He is usually the one with the presence of mind to get me to point my heel.
I had forgotten about how nasty pregnancy gas and heartburn are.
I had forgotten how ridiculously small newborn size diapers are. The lovely people at Huggies sent me one with some coupons. I almost fell off of my chair laughing at how small the cute little sample diaper is. I think Janet has a doll it will fit on. It's unlikely that it will fit on McCloud.
I had forgotten how frustrating pregnancy insomnia is. I hate getting out of bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, because then I'm awake for at least an hour.
I had forgotten how disabling pregnancy back pain can feel.
I had forgotten about the insane levels of pregtardancy that can be reached.
I had forgotten how insane the "So, what are we going to name this baby" conversations can be.
I had not forgotten the joy, wonder, and excitement over a new life taking shape in my overextended abdomen. Or how the smallest things can make me weepy. Usually with joy.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Dear Dr. Hicks
Dear Dr. Hicks,
Thanks for nothing. You made my husband and my father-in-law believe I was playing an April Fools Joke yesterday. Not so much. Regular contractions every hour on the hour, moving up to every 30 minutes is not nice, especially at only 35 weeks gestation.
Next time, go bother someone else.
Hugs,
Surprised Spectator
P.S. No, I was not really in labor. No, I did not call my doctor. The pain was never bad enough to make me call her, plus I was never up to 4 contractions per hour. However, it did lead to much hilarity by tormenting my lawyer with this news the next day.
Thanks for nothing. You made my husband and my father-in-law believe I was playing an April Fools Joke yesterday. Not so much. Regular contractions every hour on the hour, moving up to every 30 minutes is not nice, especially at only 35 weeks gestation.
Next time, go bother someone else.
Hugs,
Surprised Spectator
P.S. No, I was not really in labor. No, I did not call my doctor. The pain was never bad enough to make me call her, plus I was never up to 4 contractions per hour. However, it did lead to much hilarity by tormenting my lawyer with this news the next day.
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