Good times

I love days that start out with the potential to be really sucky but actually end up being pretty good. I slept terribly last night. No big surprise since my back always hurts at night and I could not fall asleep for the life of me. Anyways, at around 7ish this morning I hear Bear up and talking to himself. Ugh. I was really hoping he would sleep until at least 8 or so giving me a chance to rest a little longer. But on the plus side my husband was still home, normally he leaves at 6:30, so he went in to check on Bear. This had the potential to be a very good thing or a very bad thing.

Good thing if Bear sees Dada and settles down and goes back to sleep or very bad if he sees Dada and freaks out because Dada isn't going to get him up to play with him. Guess which happened this morning? Oh and of course he soaked through his diaper and all over the sheets so he has to get up. So as I am laying in bed all I hear is a very angry toddler over the monitor. I heave myself out of bed and put in my contacts. Luckily my husband got Bear all cleaned up and the bed stripped before I got my not happy self in there. He stuck around long enough for me to feed Bear and get him in a better mood so he wasn't all upset when my husband left for work around 8. 1st crisis averted.

Then I look outside and it is gray, foggy, humid, yucky. So much for getting Bear out of the house today. We have been trapped inside for days due to yucky rainy weather that has made everything muddy. Just as I was resigning myself to another day of trying to wrangle a toddler indoors using nothing but toys he is already bored with and my imagination, my best friend called and wanted to come over. Cool. Crisis 2 averted.

She comes over and helps me entertain Bear for awhile. Another one of our friends called and suggested we all go out to lunch. We decide to meet up at the food court at the mall so Bear can play with her daughter in the play area there. Yay! So we had a lovely lunch of Chick-fil-a and the kiddos played at the play area for awhile. After that we got packed up and ready to go so the kiddos could get home for naptime. Then we heard the rain start thundering down on the roof and realized we were trapped in the mall until the storm subsided. Oh darn.

I managed to pick up an adorable swimsuit and sandals for Bear at Gymboree on sale and got in some good window shopping for me. We also treated ourselves to cookies from the Nestle Toll House place. Yum! By the time we got done the rain had stopped and we headed back to the house. Bear even fell asleep in the car on the way back meaning I was able to put him right down when I got home with no fuss. My friend took off and I got an 1 1/2 hour nap in before Bear got back up. Now my hubby is on his way home and the sun has even come out.

Still here.

I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, given birth, or anything dramatic. I've just been kind of blah. I'm tired of writing about pregnancy and yet I've been thinking about little else for the past few weeks, months. This last month is hard y'all.

So instead of whining about my big pregnant self I thought I would share a picture of my other darling child who is not kicking me in the ribs right now.


We got his hair cut last week and I think it makes him look more grown up. Every day he moves farther and farther out from babyhood. It makes me so sad but yet so proud. His new thing lately is "helping" us. If I am dusting then he is grabbing a towel and following along. Same goes for sweeping and vacuuming. It is so adorable.

Sleepless in Texas

It is 12:34 a.m. and I can hear my husband snoring in the next room and my son talking to himself in his crib. I am up in my recliner in the living room unable to sleep. I desperately want to try to enjoy this last month of pregnancy before my world gets turned upside down but it is hard to do that when I haven't had a decent nights sleep in I don't know how long.

I know I got off easy in my last pregnancy skipping those last 7 1/2 weeks of my 3rd trimester although I would gladly have traded all those nights sleep for having my baby not have to stay in the NICU. It does seem to be nature's cruel joke to deprive expectant mothers of decent sleep for weeks or months before the arrival of a new baby. As if the sleepless nights after the baby gets here aren't enough.

Besides the backaches, rib pain, non-stop peeing, restless legs and general uncomfortableness this also happens to be the baby's most active time of the day. Throw in some baby hiccups and you have one tired mommy. I know it is all worth it in the end and someday this will be a nice distant fuzzy memory but tonight I just needed to vent.

C-section scheduled? Check.

Ladies and Gentlemen, We have a due date scheduled. The doctor's office called and confirmed I am scheduled for a c-section April 13th, a scant 1 month from today. Luckily, NOT a Friday the 13th. This is all assuming that I don't go into labor before then. But it is exciting either way because at least I have a for sure date to know I will meet my 2nd son by.

In some ways I am more than ready and feel like I have been pregnant forever but in others I can't believe my pregnancy is almost over. I know my body is ready for a break. I already feel like I am busting at the seams and any day a rib is going to pop out and impale me. Mentally I am not as prepared but how can you ever really be ready for a newborn and a toddler? I know I will just have to take it one day at a time.

I did get a box of receiving blankets, onesies, and sleepers today in the mail from my husband's step-sister. Nothing like seeing tiny little footie sleepers with dinosaurs on them to get you all excited about meeting your new baby. Yay for baby presents.

T minus 7 weeks

As I reflect on these last few magical weeks of pregnancy (snort) I think the thing I am most looking forward to beyond actually meeting my preshus baby is that once the baby comes I will have help. When you are pregnant you have people telling you to take it easy but its not like anyone can be like, "Here I'll take the baby for awhile you go have a few drinks with the girls". Nor do I see anyone volunteering to take the baby so I can sleep on my stomach uninterrupted for a 3 hour stretch without a pee break or a leg cramp. Yes I will be recovering from a c-section, going through the breastfeeding woes, and dealing with all the postpartum hormones but by God I will have a mother here telling me she will take the baby for awhile so I can go take a nap.

My ribs, back, and feet hurt. I am tired of eating mini meals because my stomach is located 2 inches below my throat. I want to be able to roll over in bed easily and even sleep on my stomach. I'm so over waddling and pulling up my pants every two seconds because no matter how big you get your maternity pants will never stay up. I'm sick of nosebleeds especially the 3 am ones as if the sleep isn't interrupted enough.

I know I should be enjoying these last few weeks before my life is flipped upside down but it would be nice if I could stick my stomach in a bouncy seat for a few minutes and do something unencumbered. I am ready to meet this second son of mine. I want him here safely and healthy and in my arms.