Cankles

Thank you, Houston heat and humidity for blessing me with one rockin’ set of cankles.  And I truly did not know that my feet could hurt this bad.  What’s crazy is I’m trying to stay off of them, but let’s just be real for a minute.  I have two kids.  And a husband.  And a house.  And pets.  And to top it all off, it’s summer which means no more mother’s day out (God bless the soul who came up with mdo.)

Five weeks.  I can make it.

I worked hard all last week and over the weekend on the nursery.  It’s looking so cute!  I will post pictures once I get one last project finished.  It won’t be completely finished for awhile-a few things will have to wait until she is born (like pictures) and until she has a name.  Plus my mom is still working on the bedding and curtains, but they should be done soon.

Speaking of a name, we have a new one on the table.  We both like it, which is a pretty big step for us.

Logan’s being a little…um…difficult lately.  I’m sure it has a lot to do with being tired.  Why is he so tired?  Because last week we did a big thing.  His bapi (aka pacifier) is gone.  (Yes, he’s 3.  I know, too old for the paci.  What can I say?  He’s my baby and loved that thing!)  We took it to the bapi toy store last week where he got to trade them in for a new toy.  He’s doing pretty good…he’s not asking for it, and is sleeping well at night.  But he has to relearn how to settle down.  He’s like a little firecracker without it, especially at nap time.  And munchkin needs his nap still on most days.  It’s catching up with him big time.  He’s been crashed out for over 2 hours now, thank goodness!

Connor is being not-so-difficult lately.  He’s downright sweet even!  In his words, his “arrow has been on blue,” which is a good thing.  He has this whole arrow/color system in his head.  He’ll talk your ear off about it if you ever ask him about his arrows.  That kid cracks me up with his imagination!

34 weeks

I actually fixed my hair this morning, got dressed, and put on a little make-up. That sounds like the perfect opportunity for the latest belly picture. Here I am at just over 34 weeks.

How do you like my natural smile in this next one? Apparently, it was too much multitasking to make sure that I got my belly in the picture, held the camera steady, and showed the belly. Also, I am glad that my stomach is at least one shade darker than that white towel.

Room a la Baby Girl

One wall down, three to go.

I’m not scared of a little color on the walls. Nope, I’m not. And just for kicks, here are some pictures of the rest of the room. I figure the mess will make my after pictures all the more dramatic.

See my cute little dog in the pictures? Well, let me just tell you that right about now I feel like the worst dog owner in America. A little while ago, he was cuddled up at my feet on the end of the couch. Using his super doggy nose, he discovered a bit of food spilled on the front of my shirt. In the process of trying to lick it up, he stood with his back legs on my leg and his front legs on my uterus. And my full bladder. His back legs slipped, scratching me, so I did what (I’ll admit) we’ve done a million times to Austin. I pushed him off the couch onto the floor. Only the coffee table was a little closer to the couch than normal, and he hit the table. I felt sort of bad when I found him in the kitchen awhile later, huddled under the table. I picked him up and brought him back to the couch for some tlc. An hour later, he started yelping out of nowhere. He tried to walk and currently isn’t putting any weight on one of his back legs. I think I broke my dog!! I promise it was an accident…I feel like such an abuser. My poor dog. If he’s still hurting in the morning we will definitely be taking a trip to the vet. Do you think vets have to report suspected abuse? Imagine if you took your kid to the pediatrician with an injured leg and you said that you pushed them off the couch and they hit the table. Yeah, I don’t think that would go over well. I really feel awful and I hope I didn’t break him! I actually love the little guy…slowly and surely, over the past 6 months, he’s really grown on me.

Please don’t call PETA. Thanks.

mish mash

Thanks for all the neti pot stories. I actually never made it to the store to get one. I think tomorrow while I am out and about, I will pick one up. I am happy to report that after 12 days of sinus congestion misery, I am a little better today. But I still want to try out the neti pot-I’m curious to see if it makes a difference!
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I have discovered a new pet peeve. Last night, as Derek was making his lunch (have I ever mentioned that he eats the exact same thing every day for lunch, and has for years and years? PBJ, chips, and an apple. Every. Single. Day.) Anyway, he was making his sandwich and commented on the fact that I opened a new jar of PB but the old one wasn’t gone. He thought it was an oversight on my part. That’s when it hit me. It was not an oversight. I did it on purpose because I cannot stand when peanut butter gets to the bottom of the jar and I get pb on the handle of the knife and on my hand. I can’t stand it so much that I will open a new jar of peanut butter just to avoid it. One of Derek’s many responsibilities now is to finish off almost-empty jars of peanut butter. Luckily, he gets me and agreed to finish of the peanut butter. Thank goodness, or my pantry might someday be taken over by almost empty jars.
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When I was pregnant with Connor, I went to the hospital when I was 22 weeks with pre-term labor. When I was pregnant with Logan, I went to the hospital at 31 weeks with kidney stones. This time I made it to 34 weeks before a hospital visit. I went to my normal doctor appointment this morning. The heartbeat was good, I’m measuring good, everything was fine. Then we start talking about fetal movements. Baby girl is just not a very active baby-at least compared to her spastic older brother. Sometimes I will get worried about her lack of activity, but then I just lay down, drink something, and she starts kicking. But today I had not felt her at all. After some discussion, I was sent over to the hospital for some monitoring and an ultrasound, just to make sure that everything was okay. I dropped the boys off at a friends house (thank goodness for friends who can help out in a pinch! I don’t know what I would have done without my friend Laura today.) I headed in to get monitored. Her heart rate was normal, but it was a little flat. They wanted to see more accelerations with activity. Then I had an ultrasound, and everything looked good, but she just wasn’t moving very much (at all, really. In a span of almost 2 hours, I only felt 2 kicks.) The whole time I was on the monitors, I was contracting. Nothing regular, nothing painful, but they were there. So they were also watching that. After the ultrasound, I got hooked back up to the monitors, and I was having contractions every 4-5 minutes. At that point, I started to get just a tiny bit worried. I had been drinking lots of juice and water, so I knew I wasn’t dehydrated. What if I was in pre-term labor? I ended up getting checked, and thank goodness everything is closed up, just like it should be. And thank goodness I got to go home with a clean bill of health all around. Baby girl looks good and will thankfully keep on baking. As much as I am ready to not be pregnant anymore, I am not ready for her to be here yet! She definitely needs to bake another month or so!
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In other baby girl news, she still doesn’t have a name. Why is it so hard to pick one this time?
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Connor is going to a day camp tomorrow, which means I will have several hours in the afternoon to work on painting the nursery while Logan sleeps. I am excited to see it all come together! Since my post 2 days ago, I have changed my mind again on the paint. I have never had this hard of a time choosing paint before. My goal is to have everything finished and put together this weekend. I should probably mention that goal to my husband…without his help, there is no way it will happen!
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A little math

Third trimester+sinus congestion=awake at 5:00 a.m.  And I can’t get back to sleep.

Plus I was up at midnight and 3 to pee.

All worth it in the end, but goodness sakes alive, it will be nice to sleep all night again.  And I know, I know, newborns are up at night, too.  But I would much rather be up with my sweet daughter than with cotton mouth and cracked lips from sleeping with my mouth wide open since I can’t breathe through my nose.

Anyone ever used a neti pot?  I’m think I’m going to give it a go.  Wish me luck!

Let’s see.  What else.  We had a bunch of friends over Friday night for fajitas and fun.  It was great!  We have been so blessed with the friendships we’ve made over the past two years!

I  started painting baby girl’s room yesterday.  I bought a few samples at Sherwin Williams and I think I have decided on the colors.  I usually don’t agonize over paint color.  I just pick one and go for it.  I’m not sure if it’s because it’s pink and I’ve never done pink before, or if it’s because I suffer from an extreme case of P.I.I. (Pregnancy Induced Indecisiveness).  At any rate, I was such a dork at the paint store yesterday.  One employee actually said that I looked lost.  Yup, that about sums it up.

That’s all I got for now.  I think I’ll watch some tv and hopefully doze off for the next hour or so until the fam wakes up.   Have a great Sunday!