8/31/2006
Sleepless in Sacramento
Well, we have no baby yet. No more contractions either. Just a pregant lady who is far too uncomfortable to sleep at night and a masochistic son who is for some reason refusing to take his daily naps. This is driving the overtired, impatient pregnant mother NUTS. Luckily I have gotten him to sleep by taking him for a drive, but I shouldn't have to be doing that. He normally naps fine (2-3 hours). What the heck is up with this?! Can he sense my desparation for downtime and rest myself?
8/26/2006
Coming Together
I am happy to report that we actually started to get ready for baby #2 this weekend. With five weeks to go, I had a wake up call the other night when I thought that I was in labor. I was up for hours having pretty hard contractions--quite scary to be happening so early. So now my hospital bag is packed, I have the baby clothes back (I had loaned them out to a friend), Lucas' big boy bed is purchased so that the baby can have his crib, I registered for a few items that I could use, and we went out to test drive double strollers today. I feel better to have at least started preparing. Nuts how much more laid back you are with subsequent children.
The names are nearly decided upon, too. Emily Faith and Jacob Evan (we are still not for sure on the boy's middle name). Logan, Michael, Cody and Cooper are other possibilities? Any ideas?
Now we just have to move and we will be all set. If only I could muster up enough energy to start packing.
The names are nearly decided upon, too. Emily Faith and Jacob Evan (we are still not for sure on the boy's middle name). Logan, Michael, Cody and Cooper are other possibilities? Any ideas?
Now we just have to move and we will be all set. If only I could muster up enough energy to start packing.
8/21/2006
Crappy Anniversary
On Saturday, Michael and I celebrated six wonderful years as husband and wife. Ahhhh wedded bliss...
The original plan was to spend the night at a nice bed & breakfast in downtown Sacramento while our neighbor friends watched our darling son. It was to be one last, much needed, romantic getaway before baby numero duo came.
Well that plan changed with the upcoming house purchase (paying mortgages on two homes at once leaves us beyond flat broke). So, we decided to go out to dinner instead and the same friends were going to sit for Lucas, bless them. And then our sweet son came down with a virus and foiled our date yet again. But we would not be deterred, oh no. “We'll just take him with us” was our brilliant solution. In retrospect, that turned out not to be such a good idea.
Mike and I couldn't even talk to or enjoy each other. We were both running interference the whole time, trying to keep our son under control. First, the angel took the strawberries that I brought for him and smashed them onto the white table linens, staining them. Then we noticed that our talkative boy has not yet learned how to use an inside (quiet/socially acceptable) voice. There had been no real need up until this point. For the bulk of our fine dining experience, Lucas, the charmer, repeatedly proclaimed his apparently new favorite word, “Mmmmmmine!” How bratty does that sound? We were mortified. Michael took him outside to reprimand him twice, which had little to no effect. When our toddler started up again, Mike asked him in a stern voice “Do you want me to take you outside again?” Lucas, who loves to go outside, just nodded vigorously, smiling. Damn, this wasn't working. We wolfed down our meal in frustrated silence between the frequent drone of Lucas' “MMMMMINE.” I think that he enjoyed our reaction to him, our desperation to silence him.
You know you are parents when an early “Check please!” is used not to sneak off and go make out, but to get the hell out of there before your freakin' kid can embarrass and humiliate you any further.
And here is the real kick in the pants...as we were preparing to leave, a woman came up and told me in all seriousness that our child was really well-behaved. I wonder what a poorly behaved child looks like to her?
We've become those parents that I hated pre-kids. The ones that take their whining, loud-mouthed kids out and spoil the romantic ambiance of the restaurant. I have more understanding of that now, though. Parents of annoying kids have to get out, too. We'll just try harder to have a sitter (sick or not) next time. Or stick to the less fancy food venues, like Taco Bell.
The honeymoon is definitely over!
At right: Anxious to Bolt--the dark lighting matched our moods, our smiles feigned
The original plan was to spend the night at a nice bed & breakfast in downtown Sacramento while our neighbor friends watched our darling son. It was to be one last, much needed, romantic getaway before baby numero duo came.
Well that plan changed with the upcoming house purchase (paying mortgages on two homes at once leaves us beyond flat broke). So, we decided to go out to dinner instead and the same friends were going to sit for Lucas, bless them. And then our sweet son came down with a virus and foiled our date yet again. But we would not be deterred, oh no. “We'll just take him with us” was our brilliant solution. In retrospect, that turned out not to be such a good idea.
Mike and I couldn't even talk to or enjoy each other. We were both running interference the whole time, trying to keep our son under control. First, the angel took the strawberries that I brought for him and smashed them onto the white table linens, staining them. Then we noticed that our talkative boy has not yet learned how to use an inside (quiet/socially acceptable) voice. There had been no real need up until this point. For the bulk of our fine dining experience, Lucas, the charmer, repeatedly proclaimed his apparently new favorite word, “Mmmmmmine!” How bratty does that sound? We were mortified. Michael took him outside to reprimand him twice, which had little to no effect. When our toddler started up again, Mike asked him in a stern voice “Do you want me to take you outside again?” Lucas, who loves to go outside, just nodded vigorously, smiling. Damn, this wasn't working. We wolfed down our meal in frustrated silence between the frequent drone of Lucas' “MMMMMINE.” I think that he enjoyed our reaction to him, our desperation to silence him.
You know you are parents when an early “Check please!” is used not to sneak off and go make out, but to get the hell out of there before your freakin' kid can embarrass and humiliate you any further.
And here is the real kick in the pants...as we were preparing to leave, a woman came up and told me in all seriousness that our child was really well-behaved. I wonder what a poorly behaved child looks like to her?
We've become those parents that I hated pre-kids. The ones that take their whining, loud-mouthed kids out and spoil the romantic ambiance of the restaurant. I have more understanding of that now, though. Parents of annoying kids have to get out, too. We'll just try harder to have a sitter (sick or not) next time. Or stick to the less fancy food venues, like Taco Bell.
The honeymoon is definitely over!
At right: Anxious to Bolt--the dark lighting matched our moods, our smiles feigned
8/17/2006
Crazy Cravings
This baby craves root beer floats. I've had to indulge in them quite frequently during this pregnancy. What a bummer. Also, still into tuna and strawberries this time around (not together--ewww!). And granola, too.
I'm still me
I had a pleasant realization the other day while looking in the mirror. "I am still a skinny person under all this fat." It was nice to see that part of me for a change.
The baby doctor confirmed that today when he was getting set to listen to the precious heartbeat. My shirt was pulled up revealing my huge tummy and the baby started moving around, showing off how it looks like an alien trying to get out. He told me that I was pretty thin because you could see the movement so clearly, the parts pressing out of my skin. I wanted to kiss his bald head. Don't worry, Mike, not really.
The baby doctor confirmed that today when he was getting set to listen to the precious heartbeat. My shirt was pulled up revealing my huge tummy and the baby started moving around, showing off how it looks like an alien trying to get out. He told me that I was pretty thin because you could see the movement so clearly, the parts pressing out of my skin. I wanted to kiss his bald head. Don't worry, Mike, not really.
8/10/2006
Scare
I had quite a heart stopping event happen this morning. Lucas and I were about to leave for a friend's house and I decided to load a few things in the car for the trip. I left the door to the house cracked, but then pulled it shut when Lucas tottered over and opened it wanting to come outside with me. He wasn't wearing his shoes and I didn't feel like keeping him out of off limits garage stuff while I was trying to quickly pack up--not just being a mean mom. When I went to go inside, THE DOOR WAS LOCKED!! It is never locked. I ran around and checked the front door on the off chance that it was open. Nope. I had no key, no phone, and at this point my kid was inside the house screaming his bloody head off. OH CRAP!
Panic stricken, I raced to a neighbors home to use their phone. I reached Mike at work and frantically asked him who had a key to our house. We came up with a few possibilities. I was able to get a hold of the friend who did but she wasn't sure where the key was at first. Luckily she found it and was over within minutes. While we were waiting for her, my neighbor tried to jimmy the lock and then offered to break the door down if I needed him to. It's so scary with a baby inside because he could be doing something dangerous like attempting to climb the stairs or sticking his head in the toilet. His wailing at the door, though hard to hear, let me know just where he was, which sort of helped me feel better. When the key arrived and the lock clicked open, I scooped up my puffy, red faced, plastic sword-wielding baby and held him in my arms tight. And then everything was ok.
Panic stricken, I raced to a neighbors home to use their phone. I reached Mike at work and frantically asked him who had a key to our house. We came up with a few possibilities. I was able to get a hold of the friend who did but she wasn't sure where the key was at first. Luckily she found it and was over within minutes. While we were waiting for her, my neighbor tried to jimmy the lock and then offered to break the door down if I needed him to. It's so scary with a baby inside because he could be doing something dangerous like attempting to climb the stairs or sticking his head in the toilet. His wailing at the door, though hard to hear, let me know just where he was, which sort of helped me feel better. When the key arrived and the lock clicked open, I scooped up my puffy, red faced, plastic sword-wielding baby and held him in my arms tight. And then everything was ok.
Still Growing
Only +/- seven and a half weeks to go. Is there any more room in me for the baby to get bigger? It's amazing how much your skin can stretch.
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