Saturday, July 27, 2013

16 weeks.

Due to popular demand, I'll be posting a picture of Jim with a freshly-built 'houf' on Monday. For now, here's on update on No-no's well-being.

How far along? 16 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: Down two pounds, thanks to some bad coleslaw. Noah and I have both been ridiculously sick the past day or two. Jim, fortunately, wouldn't eat anything but mac 'n' cheese that night, so he's just fine.
Maternity clothes? Of course.
Stretch marks? No new ones.
Sleep: Really bad. I have a hard time getting to sleep, toss and turn all night with weird dreams, and then wake up at 6 since Jim has decided he likes getting up early lately. SO CRANKY.
Best moment this week: Getting blood successfully drawn on the first try! Usually it takes them fifteen attempts before they give up and use the back of my hand.
Movement: A little fluttering here and there.
Food cravings: Nothing right now. Food = gross and horrible.
Gender: Don't know, but hopefully we can schedule the u/s to find out when I have my appointment Monday.
Labor Signs: Nope.
Belly Button in or out? In.
What I miss: Climbing the stairs without getting out of breath.
What I am looking forward to: Knowing if it's a he-baby or a she-baby.
Weekly Wisdom: Don't eat coleslaw from Wal-mart. You'll regret it.
Milestones: I think I finally look more pregnant than fat, so that's cause to rejoice.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

15 weeks and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall's weeeeeeeeeell.

Five weeks since the last statistical update? I guess it's true what they say about the second kid getting short shrift. That makes me sad. :(

Weight difference between pictures = 0. Where did it all come from, I ask you?

How far along? 15 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: Pennsylvania put a couple pounds on me, I guess, bringing me to a net gain of zero.
Maternity clothes? Hell yes. Did you SEE that picture up there? No way my old pants are fitting.
Stretch marks? Nein nein nein.
Sleep: Crappy. It's starting to be hard to sleep on my back, and sleeping on my stomach is totally out of the question, and sides are just uncomfortable without three times as many pillows as I currently own.
Best moment this week: Getting HOME (cat pee and dead chickens and mold notwithstanding).
Movement: I swear I've felt some fluttering around, but 15 weeks is still kind of early for that. I'm going to chalk it up to imagination for a couple more weeks.
Food cravings: Fruit fruit fruit. Also ice cream.
Gender: No idea, but we can find out SOON. Need to call and schedule that, actually.
Labor Signs: Nej.
Belly Button in or out? In, and not going anywhere.
What I miss: Sleeping on my back.
What I am looking forward to: Acknowledging fetal movement without feeling like a crazy with a hyperactive imagination.
Weekly Wisdom: If you go camping while pregnant, bring an air mattress, or at least a foam pad or something. My back is STILL killing me.
Milestones: Well, we entered the second trimester while I was gone, so that's something, yes?

For comparison's sake: Fifteen Weeks with Big Jim.

Friday, July 19, 2013


Guten Tag, meine Damen und Herren. First off, pictures/tales from our visit to PA last week are coming, but I've got about 6 gigs of pictures to sort first, so it's gonna take a while. For now, please enjoy these tales of Jim from the past couple of days.

Or, to be more accurate, "houf!" Jim has fallen completely in love with his Megablocks set. He's progressed from building tall towers of single bricks to massive structures using every block in the set. When finished, he stands up and announces, "Uh oh! Houf!" and demands that I come over and "see houf!" He's started taking it a step farther, too. In addition to simply pointing out the beauty of his houf, he will now point out the precise locations of the 'do' and 'webbow' (door and window, you see). Last night he even went so far as to "knock knock knock" on the door, but he restrained himself to just saying and miming it, so as not to knock down the whole magnificent structure.

We went back to the speech pathologist yesterday, and according to her, Jim is "AMAZING." His speech progress is huge in the last couple of weeks (as you may be able to tell by all the words in quotes here), but what really impressed her was his vast knowledge of geometry. At one point, he pulled a star-shaped something out of the toy box, announced unprompted that it was a "sar," and then proceeded to place it on top of a star-shaped hole in a different toy. I wasn't aware that this was weird, but it flabbergasted the poor lady. Apparently being able to point to shapes when asked is good for this age, being able to say the name unprompted is VERY good, and being able to match it up with the same shape in a different context is positively astounding. No offense to the grandparents who have been saying this all along, but hearing that your kid is a genius from a stranger with a lot of degrees is totally more impressive.

In Jim-speak, "boots" means "broken," and that's what he declared his bed to be after Noah turned it from a crib into a toddler bed last night. Fortunately, he got over his disapproval pretty fast and went to bed in it without a fuss, despite the missing side. All was going well (maternal sniffling at his big-boy-bed notwithstanding) until we heard a huge THUMP! several hours later. So we raced upstairs, heads filled with thoughts of concussions or broken limbs or at the very least some mental trauma, but what did we find upon opening the door? Jim, of course, lying on the floor beside his bed snoring like the world's noisiest weed-eater. We just tucked his blanket around him and backed out of the room. As of this morning, no harm seems to be done. He even let me sleep in an extra hours while he wandered around his room doing whatever it is toddlers do.