Tuesday, April 26, 2011

19 months

The wild child is now 19 months old. And I could sum up this entire entry with 3 words: He. Never. Stops. I mean, it is ridiculous the amount of energy that this kid has. Most days, I love it! Some days, I wish I could somehow bribe him to sit there and watch a movie (which, by the way, only happens when he's strapped in the car in front of the DVD player--and even then he usually finds other toys to play with!).
Buying clothes at this point is kind of annoying. He's in a lot of 24 month/2T stuff, but I had to go out and buy a handful of 18 month shorts recently. While the shirts work, he seems to walk right out of the shorts! It's funny but not practical. ;)
His vocabulary is really taking off, but don't expect him to repeat words when you ask. He'll say what he needs to say on HIS terms, not ours!
Meal time is my least favorite time of the day. While most days he's a fairly decent eater, for some reason, he feels that when he is done, he is supposed to toss his plate, even if there is food still on it. It's driving me insane.
He is so funny! I wish I could have a camera on him 24/7 to catch all of his hilarious actions, random faces, and incomprehensible "Hamptonese"!
He is still such a great sleeper--taking two 1.5 hour naps (at least) a day; going to bed around 7:30 and sleeping until 7-7:15.
We're sure to all be on our toes this summer, as he loves to be outside and loves the water. He took his first dip in the *cold* pool this weekend. It didn't seem to phase him, and he had a blast splashing around. Jordan finally got in, and he jumped to his daddy over and over and over again! He loves it!
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27 weeks

How far along: 27 weeks, 3 days
Total weight gain/loss: +15ish. I feel like I look enormous, though.
Maternity clothes: Yes. Or skirts that have elastic waists/empire waist dresses.
Stretch marks: Not on the stomach, and nothing new
Sleep: I still sleep pretty well. Some nights I get up to use the restroom once, but that's not every night. The past few days have been bad b/c of allergies, though.
Best moment this week: Saturday equaled 3 months (or less) until we meet Colton! :)
Movement: Lots!
Food cravings: None
Gender: BOY!! :)
Labor Signs: None. I think I've had some Braxton Hicks. I don't know for sure, and I don't recall having any with Hampton.
Belly Button in or out: Flat.
What I miss: I'll stick with the answer from last time: Being able to take real medicine for allergies. Holy moly, I can't breathe!
What I am looking forward to: Pool time!
Milestones: 3rd trimester!!!

I usually don't mind my weekly pictures, but this week I just look and feel blah:
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Thursday, April 21, 2011

a mother's prayer for its child by tina fey

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


-Tina Fey

(I <3 her!)

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Friday, April 15, 2011


I've always thought of myself as pretty normal. I don't really stand out in a crowd. Until IF. Normal went out the window pretty quickly with that diagnosis. You've got the shots, the bedrest, the high risk, etc. that comes with most pregnancies following IF treatments; then came the miscarriage; then came pregnancy where I had terrible morning sickness, soft markers on H's heart that could mean Downs Syndrome, high blood pressure, carrying the jug around to test for pre-e, and low fluid levels causing an early induction. Not horrible things, by any means, but not what you would picture as a normal pregnancy.

This time is different. It's, dare I say, NORMAL. (Hello, did I just jinx myself?!) Seriously, though. My husband and I did the deed and got pregnant. Blood work and ultrasounds have all been great so far. I have been feeling pretty good over the past few weeks. Fluid levels measured high, yesterday. Blood pressure has been perfect. Everything is measuring right on track. The only thing I have to complain about are the back pains and the round ligament pains--you know, normal pregnancy stuff.

Here's the problem. I keep waiting for things to go south. I don't know why I can't accept that things are going just as they should. Of course, I'm over the moon happy about it, and I don't dwell on what could be, but I do occasionally think..."It's been too good to be true so far. What is going to go wrong?" Terrible, right? So I'm trying to change that. It's okay to be positive about all the good things that are happening! Just because we had a tough time getting the little monkey here doesn't mean that I can't just be normal again, right?! And I'm going to enjoy it!

Monday, April 4, 2011

24 weeks!

How far along: 24 weeks, 2 days
Total weight gain/loss: I really haven't been weighing myself. I fell huge. My husband tells me I'm not. I'm trying to eat healthy and exercise when I can. I'll see at my next appointment (4/14) what the deal is.
Maternity clothes: Pretty much. Or skirts that have elastic waists/empire waist dresses. And workout clothes ;)
Stretch marks: Not on the stomach, and nothing new
Sleep: Not too bad. The pregnancy pillow is surprising comfy. It makes my neck hurt some nights, though!
Best moment this week: Seeing my belly move. It's so freaky and cool!
Movement: He's been a little more active recently. Usually in the morning and when I lay down at night I feel him the most.
Food cravings: None
Gender: It's a BOY!! :)
Labor Signs: None
Belly Button in or out: In, getting pretty flat!
What I miss: Being able to take real medicine for allergies. Holy moly, I can't breathe!
What I am looking forward to: Vacation at the end of May!
Milestones: Viability

Ugh, I need to get Jordan to take some better pictures!
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