Friday, June 24, 2011

34 weeks...

So far we are chugging along - I feel like I need to say to some people - move along, nothing to see here.

I had an appt on Thursday with the OB and we've scheduled the repeat u/s for next week to see if that pesky placenta has moved or not. I think he's more hopeful that it has since I haven't had a bleed, but we shall see. I think it helps that she's so stinking low in my pelvis that it's putting pressure on the placenta which may help or so I've read. Either way we'll know next week which is nice as I'm supposed to be in charge Thurs, Fri, Sat, and then again on Mon, Tues, Wed... ideally I just want to get through that work week and then anything can happen although it'd be nice if she waited until 37 weeks. Ultimately I know it's not in my hands and we shall see what this little girl decides to bring to the mix.

In Squeaker news he's picked up yet another charming phrase... totally from his Dad. "You know better than that." Which is at least better than some of the stuff he could be picking up. I'm struggling with potty training - we're not actively trying, but we're not ignoring it either. He'd rather pee outside or when out in public in a public rest room... however getting him to pee in the toilet at home is a battle of wills. He'd rather pee on the fence. I know it's a novelty and I'm trying to be patient. Tonight I bribed him with a cupcake to pee in the toilet rather than outside. I know one of these days it's going to be like a switch has been turned on. As his teacher said in his eval - he can do it, but it's not a priority for him so he chooses not to. Now how to make it a priority that is the real question. Telling him he's a big boy is about for the birds.

In other news he's now claiming the baby as his... when talking about his little sister he says "My baby sit on my lap", or "My baby sleeps here." It's very cute and hopefully he doesn't want to return her to wherever she came from once she arrives.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

6 years... really?

Holy moly people... it's been 6 years since I started this blog. 6 years... wow. Just wow. I want to also say thank you to all the wonderful friends I have made because of this blog... you are all special in my life and I think of you often even when I don't write :)

Let me also say nothing bad happened on June 15th this year and I did not spend it curled up in a fetal position with the covers over my head which as we all know for me is a miracle. It was spent at a motel with a water activity park thingie for Squeaker to play with and me to feel like a beached whale in a swimsuit - fortunately no pictures were taken of me - lots of pictures of Squeaker.

Today I celebrated my birthday with my husband and son and then went out to dinner while Nana watched Squeaker. Everything was great about dinner... except dessert which we brought home. I was sorely disappointed in the caliber of the dessert... seriously? This was a fancy restaurant and the dessert was just not right.

All in all things are good here. I'm 33 weeks and change and have another appt next week with the good old ob. So far no bleeding which is a very good thing. After having a frank conversation with the good doctor in regards to what's the likelihood of bleeding I learned... that it's a pretty high probability of having a bleeding episode. Needless to say I was a bit deflated by that, however I'm hopeful we can get to 36 or 37 weeks... (It's a goal people) and we all know that I enjoy just having small goals right?

In other news Squeaker has taken to a few choice colorful things to say... I have yet to figure out how to respond when he says "I'm tired of this s*it." in a completely appropriate tone and situation - dogs barking mercilessly (this is a total Nana and Daddy phrase)... I think I choked on something the first time I heard it and now just say "Squeaker that is not nice to say we don't say that." Needless to say I think we're going to have to institute a penalty jar or something for the potty language that goes around this house.

He also told me the other day in a completely forlorn voice "My p*nis no pee" when told he could watch Bob the Builder once he peed on the potty.

So speech therapy - it works for us! :)