hello monday

hello last day of April. I could have a baby next month. Woah.
hello insomnia. 9 straight nights of being awake from at least 3-5am.
hello indecision. Why must choosing a paint color be so hard?
hello cankles. Pregnancy swelling is so unflattering. Stupid blood pressure.
hello jug of shame. See above re: pregnancy swelling. I am no longer a 24 hour urine test virgin.
hello terrible threes? Someone is testing his boundaries more now than ever.
hello early intervention. AJ's evaluation for services through the school district is Friday. Standardized testing for an almost 3 year old. hello ridiculous.
hello mid 70s in the forecast for this week. And thunderstorms. Bring it on!

hello monday inspired by Katrina

I am...

Saw this on Becky's blog recently and thought it would be a fun thing to do every now and then. 

i was … just watching my belly shift around as Smokey stretches.

i am … currently procrastinating cleaning out my car. It's been a long time. It's really gross.

i think … I am a little too excited about getting a Sonic Cherry Limeade when I go visit Angie next week.

i wonder … what I will do different as a mom the second time around.

i wish … my friends all lived close enough for a weekly coffee date.

i save … my favorite flavor popsicles for last.

i always … fall asleep with my foot poking out from under the covers.

i can’t imagine … what it would feel like to live in a house that is clean most of the time.

i believe … I would be a happier person with more sleep.

i promise … someday I will get caught up with sharing my project life posts.

i love …the look on AJ's face when he comes out of his room post nap. He's still half asleep and has to take a moment to survey his surroundings to see what we changed on him while he was resting.

i scrap …best at Archivers lately. After a discussion with Barb recently I realized it's the absence of wifi that makes me most productive. I can't go "surfing for inspiration" and get sidetracked. I just do it.

Hide and Seek

Oh, Smokey. Still 5-7 weeks until we meet you and I already know you are on track to be just.like.big.brother! Hiding from the ultrasound tech, kicking the crap out of me on an hourly basis, using my bladder like a trampoline, and most of all...the cheeks. I've seen those cheeks, that nose, and those pouty lips before. Almost exactly three years ago.

Today's ultrasound wasn't full of the kind of news I wanted to hear. Nothing *bad* really, but not the "everything is perfect, your baby is completely average, we don't need to watch you like a hawk" kind of news I was hoping for. What I heard was things like head circumference: 96th percentile, abdominal circumference: 89th percentile, estimated fetal weight: close to 6lbs at 32 weeks. I've been rejecting that whole "second babies are bigger than first babies" theory for months, but apparently Smokey has other ideas.

And once again I am reminded that none of this is in my control. I can eat right and watch my sugars and still have a ginormous baby. So, bring on the monitoring. Whatever it takes. Even if what it takes means a csection. But just for the record: I don't have to be happy about it.

A Big Day

Hey Little Dude,

You know, I used to write letters to "my dear sweet Baby A.J." That was a long time ago, back when you weren't quite so "active" and took much more reliable naps. These days your naps are few and far between and when you do finally crash, my quiet time is normally spent addressing the destruction left in your wake.

That is going to change today. Today you are going to school. You're going to have such an awesome time with your new friends and I know your teachers are going to have fun teaching you some really neat stuff and learning about what a cool little dude you are. It's going to be different for you to follow someone else's schedule instead of making your own routine, but it will be worth it.

It's going to be different for me too, being here without having my little shadow. It's a good thing I have a list of a million things to keep me busy until I can pick you up to hear all about your day! This is going to be good for both of us.

Love,
Mama

P.S.- Please don't eat anything that's going to make you itchy and sick, okay?