Right after I set the camera down, she put her hand on her head, rubbed it a little, gave me a really confused look, then ran and pushed the button again. She's got a thick skull.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Oh, the JOY!
Alex's first time in a sprinkler. I have never ever seen her more delighted in the world. I am sure she was wetting herself due to the excitement.... but we'll never know... that's the beauty of swimmy diapers! (Pictures are courtesy of a good friend who took pity on my cameraless self and recorded a bit of Alex's life for me.)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Preview of what's to come.
No, not various pictures of my child eating popsicles, but pictures in general! My camera arrived this afternoon, and I've had a busy day figuring it all out. Most of the pictures I got today were no good, mostly due to my unwillingness to use the flash and the natural light fading too quickly, but I am getting a hang of this thing, and soon, we shall have pictures! pictures! pictures!
Ah, and Paul played with it for a while, and he got some good proof of why I feel so FAT. Mainly, that proof being, because I am so FAT. 3 weeks to go. 3 weeks to go. 3 weeks to go.
Doctor's Update: Week 37
Still at 1 cm, still softening up.
But baby dropped quite a bit (hence the pressure I was feeling on Saturday).
Doctor is guessing he will be in the high range of 6 pounds, which I can handle. Alex was 6 lbs, 5 oz, and I was nervous that this little dude was going to be well above that. My doctor was spot on with Alex, so I am hoping he's right with this one too.
3 more weeks to go!
But baby dropped quite a bit (hence the pressure I was feeling on Saturday).
Doctor is guessing he will be in the high range of 6 pounds, which I can handle. Alex was 6 lbs, 5 oz, and I was nervous that this little dude was going to be well above that. My doctor was spot on with Alex, so I am hoping he's right with this one too.
3 more weeks to go!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
BOWLING BALLS!!!
Tonight, my husband and I went on a date. Technically for his birthday, though that was this past Thursday. We were both looking forward to some 'adult time', which doesn't happen very often.
It was a fun night... nice to eat without having to worry about cutting up someone else's food, or having to shovel it in her mouth quickly enough to avoid a food-throwing tantrum. And, may I just say, that I smiled to myself just a little (and maybe gloated along with my husband... juuuuust a little) as we watched a mother struggle with her infant who refused to sit in his highchair, and as we listened to some unseen child SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF for various reasons. Pre-child, all I would be thinking is, "This is slightly irritating. Ok, really irritating. Would like that child to be still and shutup!" Post-child, all I was thinking (nay, screaming in my head) was, "NOT MY CHILD! NOT MY CHILD! ALLELUIA! NOT MY CHILD!" And I enjoyed every second of it. Every scream, every whine. Not one ounce of irritation. Just gloating. Does this make me a bad person?
One other thing that I was thinking throughout our entire dinner? And ice cream after? And walk around World Market after that? "Am I in labor? Really? Tonight? Of all nights? We finally get rid of our child, and out pops this one? DO I NOT GET A BREAK?!" To take the suspense out of this story, it ended up being a false alarm, but the entire time we were out, I was getting this SEVERE pressure down south. And it wasn't like the contractions I have been getting. It was entirely waist-down, and it was such that I really would not have been surprised if a bowling ball dropped right out of my lady-parts. Because that is what it felt like was happening. It wasn't entirely painful (although you would think a bowling ball stuck in your groin would be, correct?), just really uncomfortable. It would come and go, and every once in a while a contraction would hit that I would recognize. The good old tightening of the abs. But, for a while there, all I could think was, "I really should have packed my bags when my mother told me to." So guess what we are doing after I hit 'Publish Post'? Packing bags. Getting the bed set up. And tomorrow? Going to Babies-R-Us to get what we need to be thrown back in to crying infant world.
See? All I needed was a swift bowling ball in the groin to get me moving. I'M GOING! I'M GOING!
Ps. Just ordered my camera. Won't ship till Tuesday. Will take about a week to get here. Hopefully little man waits! (Listen to me! Telling him to take his time! That's a first!)
It was a fun night... nice to eat without having to worry about cutting up someone else's food, or having to shovel it in her mouth quickly enough to avoid a food-throwing tantrum. And, may I just say, that I smiled to myself just a little (and maybe gloated along with my husband... juuuuust a little) as we watched a mother struggle with her infant who refused to sit in his highchair, and as we listened to some unseen child SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF for various reasons. Pre-child, all I would be thinking is, "This is slightly irritating. Ok, really irritating. Would like that child to be still and shutup!" Post-child, all I was thinking (nay, screaming in my head) was, "NOT MY CHILD! NOT MY CHILD! ALLELUIA! NOT MY CHILD!" And I enjoyed every second of it. Every scream, every whine. Not one ounce of irritation. Just gloating. Does this make me a bad person?
One other thing that I was thinking throughout our entire dinner? And ice cream after? And walk around World Market after that? "Am I in labor? Really? Tonight? Of all nights? We finally get rid of our child, and out pops this one? DO I NOT GET A BREAK?!" To take the suspense out of this story, it ended up being a false alarm, but the entire time we were out, I was getting this SEVERE pressure down south. And it wasn't like the contractions I have been getting. It was entirely waist-down, and it was such that I really would not have been surprised if a bowling ball dropped right out of my lady-parts. Because that is what it felt like was happening. It wasn't entirely painful (although you would think a bowling ball stuck in your groin would be, correct?), just really uncomfortable. It would come and go, and every once in a while a contraction would hit that I would recognize. The good old tightening of the abs. But, for a while there, all I could think was, "I really should have packed my bags when my mother told me to." So guess what we are doing after I hit 'Publish Post'? Packing bags. Getting the bed set up. And tomorrow? Going to Babies-R-Us to get what we need to be thrown back in to crying infant world.
See? All I needed was a swift bowling ball in the groin to get me moving. I'M GOING! I'M GOING!
Ps. Just ordered my camera. Won't ship till Tuesday. Will take about a week to get here. Hopefully little man waits! (Listen to me! Telling him to take his time! That's a first!)
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