So today I was searching for something on the lovely world of Pinterest....something about pregnancy - just getting random ideas for who knows what. I saw a picture of a pregnant lady with a dark line down her belly button....and it made me think.....hey, I had this with both boys...but I haven't seen any sign of this coming in this pregnancy just yet. I remember posting about it on my blog with Logan around 11 weeks; I unfortunately did not post about it with Carter (that I can easily find anyway). So who knows what that means. I had heard (amongst other stories) that it was a sign of a boy. So perhaps it hasn't appeared yet, never will and may have no sign of anything...but it was a though and was apparently post worthy.
Only 3.5 more weeks till we find out the gender!!!!!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Baby #3 16 Week Checkup
This morning I had my 16 week checkup and all is still well! The boys came with me and it may be Carter's last time...though I did forget Tao, so he may get one more try. He is not bad....just busy. I always have to pee in a cup so they can check protein levels and other stuff, I guess....and he runs down the hall...always stops to give whichever doctor there high five (which is really cute). Then the boys are touching some of the random things in the bathroom...today they found the floor drains fascinating...ew, gross. Then Carter thinks we go back to the waiting room, but I have to stop and get weighed. So I got out to the waiting room to get him and bring him back. I get weighed, then he must get weighed also. They both must stand by me when I get my blood pressure taken, but then I ask them many, many times to sit down. Logan spends his time walking over to Carter telling him to be quiet and asking me what all the buttons are for and taking the stirrups out. Carter is busy getting up in the chair and back down and pushing buttons and squealing. It is not a relaxing 10 minute checkup.
When the doctor came in, they both wanted to be right by me when she checked the heartbeat. I am measuring on target right now, so that's all good. She found the heartbeat right away and it was 143...then she said it jumped to 150 (probably because she just poked my stomach really hard measuring...). While I didn't want there to be any trouble with the heartbeat, what-so-ever, I was secretly hoping for an ultrasound since I know they can tell this early. The nurse said I should try to convince this doctor....but this was not one I would try to convince. She is not 'fluffy' at all. However, with the heartbeat being pretty much the same as both boys....I'm starting to think that I'm having a 3rd boy....we'll see what the ultrasound shows in 4 weeks. I am so excited to find out; the next 4 weeks are going to be loooong. This is where I wish I knew somebody that was an ultrasound tech or with access to one. :) But patience is a virtue that I need to have for at least another 4 weeks.
At this point, a strong beating heart is all I can ask for...and I got it. I love my 3rd baby and I cannot wait to feel more constant kicks and wiggles...bring it, baby!!!!
When the doctor came in, they both wanted to be right by me when she checked the heartbeat. I am measuring on target right now, so that's all good. She found the heartbeat right away and it was 143...then she said it jumped to 150 (probably because she just poked my stomach really hard measuring...). While I didn't want there to be any trouble with the heartbeat, what-so-ever, I was secretly hoping for an ultrasound since I know they can tell this early. The nurse said I should try to convince this doctor....but this was not one I would try to convince. She is not 'fluffy' at all. However, with the heartbeat being pretty much the same as both boys....I'm starting to think that I'm having a 3rd boy....we'll see what the ultrasound shows in 4 weeks. I am so excited to find out; the next 4 weeks are going to be loooong. This is where I wish I knew somebody that was an ultrasound tech or with access to one. :) But patience is a virtue that I need to have for at least another 4 weeks.
At this point, a strong beating heart is all I can ask for...and I got it. I love my 3rd baby and I cannot wait to feel more constant kicks and wiggles...bring it, baby!!!!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Baby Update
At the beginning of week 12, I felt very faint, very brief wiggles from the baby. Then the past couple weeks I didn't feel much. This happened with Carter and I remember getting so nervous that I actually made a doctor appointment and went in to hear the heartbeat for re-assurance. This time I am more calm about it. I do just LOVE feeling the baby move and am so anxious to feel it all the time. :) The past few days now, I have felt a couple more wiggles, so I am excited. Plus, I have my 16 week appointment tomorrow morning so that will be nice. There is a part of me tomorrow that hopes that I get another ultrasound....just because I will call John on the phone and have the doctor search for the gender. Oh that would be SO exciting! But it is likely not going to happen, so I won't get my hopes up. I am just excited to find out...one way or another. These next 4 weeks are going to be painful, so I must keep myself busy! :)
While I have been thinking that I'm having a girl, lately I've been thinking boy...but it could be myself just prepping for either direction. :) The other night I had a dream that we had a boy. I don't remember what we named him, but the boys kept calling him Teegan. I remember saying 'no, that's not his name...'. So who knows what that dream is all about.
I look for signs anywhere...it is so silly. For instance, today I was driving and I saw a minivan that had all those stick figure stickers on the back window (no, we don't have that). It was a mom, dad, 2 boys and 2 girls and a dog. I thought....ooh, that could be our family one day! Then I was reading a post on 1 of my 2 addiction sites (either Facebook or Pinterest) and saw something about 'my 4 boys'. So who knows. I also look at my friends who have 2 girls...then a boy....and or vice versa - any mix really. So I think that a girl is possible. A boy is what we 'know'. I am always one to 'make a wish' when the clock says 1:11 or 2:22, etc. and yesterday would you believe I just happen to look at the clock at 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44 and 5:55??? What are the chances? I do not believe in stalking the clock....then your wish won't come true. ;) Silliness, I tell ya, but I did think it was pretty funny that I caught it so often yesterday.
Right now, I am hoping for another good appointment tomorrow and a great date and time for our ultrasound. This baby also better cooperate....I've already told John that if the baby doesn't cooperate, we will pay to have a 3D ultrasound done early to try and look. I am impatient. Could I wait? Sure. But would I drive everybody, mostly myself crazy? Yes. And that is just not healthy.
Everything is still going very well. I still get carsick if I am not driving; I am still hungry, but not nearly so ravenous; I still fit into a couple regular pants, but am starting to prefer maternity...though I still need to use the be-band. It could be because the elastic on the maternity pants is a bit stretched out...who knows. I am promising myself to take an updated belly picture this week. I have certainly changed from the first picture. :)
While I have been thinking that I'm having a girl, lately I've been thinking boy...but it could be myself just prepping for either direction. :) The other night I had a dream that we had a boy. I don't remember what we named him, but the boys kept calling him Teegan. I remember saying 'no, that's not his name...'. So who knows what that dream is all about.
I look for signs anywhere...it is so silly. For instance, today I was driving and I saw a minivan that had all those stick figure stickers on the back window (no, we don't have that). It was a mom, dad, 2 boys and 2 girls and a dog. I thought....ooh, that could be our family one day! Then I was reading a post on 1 of my 2 addiction sites (either Facebook or Pinterest) and saw something about 'my 4 boys'. So who knows. I also look at my friends who have 2 girls...then a boy....and or vice versa - any mix really. So I think that a girl is possible. A boy is what we 'know'. I am always one to 'make a wish' when the clock says 1:11 or 2:22, etc. and yesterday would you believe I just happen to look at the clock at 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44 and 5:55??? What are the chances? I do not believe in stalking the clock....then your wish won't come true. ;) Silliness, I tell ya, but I did think it was pretty funny that I caught it so often yesterday.
Right now, I am hoping for another good appointment tomorrow and a great date and time for our ultrasound. This baby also better cooperate....I've already told John that if the baby doesn't cooperate, we will pay to have a 3D ultrasound done early to try and look. I am impatient. Could I wait? Sure. But would I drive everybody, mostly myself crazy? Yes. And that is just not healthy.
Everything is still going very well. I still get carsick if I am not driving; I am still hungry, but not nearly so ravenous; I still fit into a couple regular pants, but am starting to prefer maternity...though I still need to use the be-band. It could be because the elastic on the maternity pants is a bit stretched out...who knows. I am promising myself to take an updated belly picture this week. I have certainly changed from the first picture. :)
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Crazy moments from some crazy toddlers...
Carter's favorite phrase lately is 'Stop It'. Yes, I say it...apparently too much. If they are doing something they shouldn't, I say 'stop it'....so yes, it is said a lot. I really need to choose a more polite statement and add a please or something because now when he says it, it just sounds rude....cute, but rude. On his birthday, John and I were on either side of him and sang to him. He held up his little hands in front of our faces and said 'stop it'. If we are goofing off with him, even though he laughs, he says 'stop it'. If I am singing along to a tv show, he tells me to 'stop it'. I remember the first time he said it. I think it was for John's birthday. He had been doing so well with 'saying' prayers at dinner time. When John's parents came down, we all said it together and during prayers he said 'stop it'. I have noticed that it is mostly when a group of people are talking and when the attention is on him. It is like he is embarrassed. Silly kid needs to get over that quickly! :)
The other morning, I awoke at 3:45...couldn't fall back asleep until 4:45 when, just at the right moment, Carter woke up. He went right back to sleep, but there I sat for another 15 minutes trying to get back to sleep. John gets up at 6 and turns on all the lights (which he claims he does every day, but I think somebody is fibbin...) so I wake up again, with a headache. I manage to get back to sleep even with the little toddlers climbing on my bed to watch Disney. I get myself out of bed at 7:45 (thankfully the boys were good until then so I could get some rest), with a big ol migraine (I seem to only get these when I'm pregnant). I went to brush my teeth and I came back in the room. Carter stood up and said 'Ta-Da!!!!!'. Not knowing what he did I said something to the effect of 'oh you're, so cute'. I walked a smidgen closer......Carter had dumped my mug of green tea that I didn't finish last night so it had about 1/4 cup left....on my bed. He also dumped my glass of water that I keep by my bedside....on my bed. Oh what a stinker! My head hurt to much to discipline him more than just telling him it was wrong. The stinker proceeded to smile. I ran downstairs to take some Tylenol since I knew I couldn't wait until breakfast to do so. I came back up to shower. Afterwards as I was getting dressed, Carter proceeded to unroll the entire brand new roll of toilet paper. That got him a time-out as I was more on my game.
Thankfully the rest of the day was not as troublesome....but man, did it start out that way!!!
Today, it was Logan's turn. He is potty-trained (except for poop, gosh darnit) but the last day or two he has been holding it so long that when he is ready to go, he goes a tiny bit in his underwear. It does show great control that he's able to stop it, but today he had done a bit more and needed his pants changed - he even got some on his shirt (he's a tricky pee-er....or he was sitting down). I got him a new pair of underwear and pants, but didn't realize he needed a new shirt at the time. He said 'I need a shirt'...I said 'Yes, you do - why don't you go upstairs and grab one from your drawer'. The stinker said 'no, why don't you go grab it'...then this crazy toddler proceeded to turn his back to me, cross his arms and hold his head up in the air. Oh you silly child, do you think I'm going to go for that?!?! I told him to go get it and I walked away. He did. He has done this before and then usually turns around and laughs because he knows he's being.....ridiculous. And it is quite funny; I have to keep myself from laughing...but I certainly don't want that behavior to continue, so I hold it together.
Enter dinner. I gave Logan shredded chicken and some leftover-from-lunch macaroni and cheese. He really wanted pumpkin bread, which I told him he could have after he ate his dinner. I hear 'plop' and he said 'I dropped it'. It was a purposeful drop. And to time-out he went. He has NEVER...since probably 15 months, thrown his food on the floor...let's not start now. After his time-out is over, he came back, I reserved him some new food (new chicken...no more mac n cheese) and he ate it with no problems. What is up with this kid?
Shortly after, Logan goes potty and he washes his hands. I usually stand by watch him do it and move him along. The last day or two I have told him to wash his hands, turn off the water and dry his hands. This has been going well. Today I noticed that he was in there a bit too long. I walk in to puddles and a small bathroom splattered in water. AHHH! Dude...really?!? I expect that from Carter (mainly because it has already happened), but not from my neat kid! There I cleaned it up. I was going to have him help, but was worried he'd slip and fall on the ceramic floor and quite frankly I was just a bit surprised at his behavior. Sorry's were said and we moved on.
The rest of the night was uneventful...thank goodness!
The other morning, I awoke at 3:45...couldn't fall back asleep until 4:45 when, just at the right moment, Carter woke up. He went right back to sleep, but there I sat for another 15 minutes trying to get back to sleep. John gets up at 6 and turns on all the lights (which he claims he does every day, but I think somebody is fibbin...) so I wake up again, with a headache. I manage to get back to sleep even with the little toddlers climbing on my bed to watch Disney. I get myself out of bed at 7:45 (thankfully the boys were good until then so I could get some rest), with a big ol migraine (I seem to only get these when I'm pregnant). I went to brush my teeth and I came back in the room. Carter stood up and said 'Ta-Da!!!!!'. Not knowing what he did I said something to the effect of 'oh you're, so cute'. I walked a smidgen closer......Carter had dumped my mug of green tea that I didn't finish last night so it had about 1/4 cup left....on my bed. He also dumped my glass of water that I keep by my bedside....on my bed. Oh what a stinker! My head hurt to much to discipline him more than just telling him it was wrong. The stinker proceeded to smile. I ran downstairs to take some Tylenol since I knew I couldn't wait until breakfast to do so. I came back up to shower. Afterwards as I was getting dressed, Carter proceeded to unroll the entire brand new roll of toilet paper. That got him a time-out as I was more on my game.
Thankfully the rest of the day was not as troublesome....but man, did it start out that way!!!
Today, it was Logan's turn. He is potty-trained (except for poop, gosh darnit) but the last day or two he has been holding it so long that when he is ready to go, he goes a tiny bit in his underwear. It does show great control that he's able to stop it, but today he had done a bit more and needed his pants changed - he even got some on his shirt (he's a tricky pee-er....or he was sitting down). I got him a new pair of underwear and pants, but didn't realize he needed a new shirt at the time. He said 'I need a shirt'...I said 'Yes, you do - why don't you go upstairs and grab one from your drawer'. The stinker said 'no, why don't you go grab it'...then this crazy toddler proceeded to turn his back to me, cross his arms and hold his head up in the air. Oh you silly child, do you think I'm going to go for that?!?! I told him to go get it and I walked away. He did. He has done this before and then usually turns around and laughs because he knows he's being.....ridiculous. And it is quite funny; I have to keep myself from laughing...but I certainly don't want that behavior to continue, so I hold it together.
Enter dinner. I gave Logan shredded chicken and some leftover-from-lunch macaroni and cheese. He really wanted pumpkin bread, which I told him he could have after he ate his dinner. I hear 'plop' and he said 'I dropped it'. It was a purposeful drop. And to time-out he went. He has NEVER...since probably 15 months, thrown his food on the floor...let's not start now. After his time-out is over, he came back, I reserved him some new food (new chicken...no more mac n cheese) and he ate it with no problems. What is up with this kid?
Shortly after, Logan goes potty and he washes his hands. I usually stand by watch him do it and move him along. The last day or two I have told him to wash his hands, turn off the water and dry his hands. This has been going well. Today I noticed that he was in there a bit too long. I walk in to puddles and a small bathroom splattered in water. AHHH! Dude...really?!? I expect that from Carter (mainly because it has already happened), but not from my neat kid! There I cleaned it up. I was going to have him help, but was worried he'd slip and fall on the ceramic floor and quite frankly I was just a bit surprised at his behavior. Sorry's were said and we moved on.
The rest of the night was uneventful...thank goodness!
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