Do you hear that? No of course not seeing as you aren’t sitting in my dinning room listening to my toddler cry that it’s nap time. Mind you we do this everyday after lunch. So you’d think he’d know it was coming. Nope, he doesn’t each day is like the first time. Though today it seems he’s settled right down to sleep. Which was nicer than the day he took a BITE OUT OF HIS CRIB….yeah I bought covers real quick for the side rails after that one (already had one for the front rail).
Anyway, he goes in his crib now until 4 and I do things like write, fold laundry, or even catch a nap myself. It’s good times (except the crying part). So today I thought I’d write, check the calendar (update appointments), gasp, maybe read! I haven’t read a book since January and that was a graphic novel. In fact I still have two more books in the set to finish. Maybe a cup of tea, some chocolate and reading will have to happen before I catch an hour of zzz’s. Then it’s snack time, and all the playing until bed.
It’s funny some of my friends didn’t think I’d last three months staying home with my little guy. Sure it can be isolating as I don’t drive. But we have friends and family willing to take us out to play places or just to hang so that helps. Plus it’s been pretty nice the last few days so I’ve started taking him for morning walks through the neighborhood or to run an errand at the pharmacy up the street.
But back to my first point. Here I am a day shy of 14 months at home with my son and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s a joy to watch as he plays with his toys or stops to dance to music playing on a show or the iPod. The love and affection he gives without prompting almost makes my heart burst. Sure he can be a little stink sometimes and yes some nights he needs him momma or daddy to get back to sleep. That being said I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
Though it is nice to do the freelance work that helps kick in for bills and other things too. But thats for tomorrow’s nap.
…a new post. No I didn’t fall off the planet. My little guy has just been sleeping like CRAP the last week. Seriously up every freaking hour. One night I was up from 3am to 6:30 am with him and wasn’t that just the best. Well, had I looked at The Wonder Weeks app I might have known to…
Now I’m not saying this app is always right about this stuff. But this time it was stop freaking on! I honestly thought I was going to lose my shit due to lack of sleep. But then, then last night he only woke up at 4:40am and went back to sleep after a change and eats until 7 and then again till 9. Which of course made mommy and daddy a whole lot happier this morning…because we slept the good sleeps.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining about being a parent in the slightest. I love this kid with the fire of 1, 000 suns (or something). I’d just like to sleep for a solid 7 hours or six, I’ll take six…that’s cool too.
Wow has it really been so long? Well, this time I have a really good reason and he arrived on January 1, 2016. Yeah we missed the tax deadline, but he’s very much worth it. Granted we haven’t really slept much in the last five weeks, but that’s every parent with children isn’t it? Yeah it is. Unless of course you happen to be my brother who slept through the night at SIX DAYS OLD. I wouldn’t have believed it either if I hadn’t been there to see it myself.
No matter, I’m sure our little guy will be sleeping through the night before we know it, but until then we make it work…or try to sleep when he does.
As for his birth it was rather something else. When I was taking lamaze classes with my hubbins I swore I would use as few interventions as possible to bring our little one into the world. Which I did to a point…but I’m getting ahead of myself. On New Year’s Eve we went out for some Five Guys burgers and watched Star Wars: A New Hope. You know the one before Lucas went back and ruined it with extra CGI crap. It was halfway through the movie that I started noting the 5-1-1 of contractions and called my OB’s office. They asked if I wanted to go to the hospital and I said I was good and would call should anything change.
By 10:30pm the contractions were still 5-1-1 and I figured I would need a nap if I was going to make it to ringing in the new year. As it happens my body had other plans. Around 11pm I woke with a start ad just knew I had to get up, something was weird. The moment I stood up my water broke a bit like it does in the movies – even though our lamaze teacher says it never happens like that. So there I was calling the doctor back and being told to head to the hospital.
Long story short by 8:30am I was getting an epidural, by 3pm we were adding pitocin to the mix to move things along, and finally after pushing for close to three hours my doctor broke out the vacuum in order to help get our little one out and save me a trip to the OR to go in and get him. I will say that after all the interventions I had hoped I wouldn’t need we ended up with a pretty awesome little baby who keeps life very interesting and I couldn’t imagine not having in our life. Even with all the sleep I’m missing out on I wouldn’t change this last 9+ months for the world.
Some day I might tell our son the story of his birth (leaving out all the bits I clearly remember as if it happened yesterday and that’s all I’ll say about that) and by someday I mean when he’s about to have his own first baby. And speaking of…he’s waking up so my free time is up for now.
Ever since we revealed that we’re having a boy everyone has been asking what his name is. Well, that’s simple…you’ll find out when he’s born. Though we have been tempted to just tell people Indiana, because why not? Basically we want to have one last little secret that’s just ours until he makes his appearance in a few short weeks.
Which brings me to those asking us how much of him we’ll be sharing with social media and the answer is not a whole lot. We’ve a secret group on Facebook for family and close friends that will see posts and pictures. But after posting about his arrival on our individual pages there really won’t be much. It’s nothing against anyone, it’s just how we feel.
Plus as his parents we want to control what gets put out there about him. Which is legit our right to do as his parents. So know we’re not trying to be assholes, we’re just choosing what and how we share our son with the world. Of course you’ll see reference to him on the blog, it’ll be hard to keep this up and NOT mention him. But you’ll see him called SproutCroft (the name we called him from the first ultrasound combined with my love of Mycroft Holmes.
Again, that’s it. I can’t help it, the closer my due date gets the stronger my mama bear protectiveness kicks in. Seriously it isn’t pretty these days when people try to rub my belly without asking. So again know we’re not trying to be chumps, just protective parents.
Well, ok they aren’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen (and no I won’t show you mine). But I’ve seen worse things. Most momma’s I’ve talked to call them badges of honor. I like that. I can also live with calling them that. But good lord they are pretty weird to see. Thankfully I can’t really see them unless I happen to catch myself with my shirt pulled up walking past a mirror. Let me tell you people this does not happen often.
Speaking of other super gross things you get to “enjoy” in the third trimester also include the occasional braxton-hicks contractions. Which my ob says means DRINK ALL THE WATER! Listen pal I drink anymore water and I could probably float away ok? Yeah it’s like that. Though apparently today while “enjoying” my first 20 minute non-stress test I had a real contraction that I sort of felt. Or I accidentally hit the monitor as it was sliding off me.
You see my kid does not like to be prodded. Nope he will kick at the ultrasound wand and apparently the heart rate monitor and anything else. Yet not my hands or his dads…smart kid we’ve got there.
And as if my ob visit wasn’t irritating me enough the nurse practitioner says to me while she’s swabbing for some potential infection that could hurt my kid on his way out if I have it. (Listen 40% of women have it so I’m not worried if I do) “I see we have quite the hemorrhoid situation.” I really REALLY wanted to punch her in the face and frankly I think I would have be justified. Yes, thank you woman I have never met in all my visits there is quite an issue going on there. Thanks for noticing AND pointing it out.
Though thankfully she did give me an Rx for some better cream so ya know I didn’t actually punch her, because I’ve only been asking about that ahem issue for the last oh 6 months! Sweet relief ladies!
Thankfully the only other really gross and potentially (ok who the hell am I kidding this shit is going to hurt) painful thing I have to do is give birth to my little guy! I am both excited and terrified by this. Obviously I can’t wait to meet him and hold him etc. But it’s the fact that i have to get him out that has me very nervous. PLUS I’m going to attempt it without drugs. Yup I’ve lost my marbles.
But really…everything we learned in lamaze told us that doing just about any intervention can raise your risk for a c-section…yeah no thanks. So I’m going to go as long as I can without drugs and if I need them hopefully get them BEFORE I pass whatever magical dilation number they use now to say TOO LATE SUCKER NO DRUGS FOR YOU!
So that’s where I am with life right now…4 1/2 weeks from due date…
But you know what I’m super thankful to be at this point in my life even with all the pains the last few weeks are bringing my nethers. As a special treat I shall leave you with this gem from our maternity shoot last weekend…
That’s right our wee one is a boy! We had a gender reveal cake at the baby shower my awesome sister threw us yesterday. It has been super difficult keeping that under wraps for the last 20 weeks (we found out 10 weeks in)! But it was worth it to see the surprise on everyone’s faces.
I also learned people will in fact buy ALL the things for a new baby. Trust me my hands hurt from cutting off all the tags from some of the cutest clothes, toys, and blankets I have ever seen. It also makes for a whole lot of laundry! Because if I recall correctly from my niece babies go through A LOT of things, sometimes in under an hour! Blowout diaper anyone? Yep those are a thing.
So I spent most of last night (with the help of my bestie and hubs) cutting tags off all the things and sort of organizing the nursery. It’s hard when you don’t yet have the baby so you don’t know where the hell you really want everything to go! I’m sure once he’s here I’ll shift things around. Plus we have some shelves that we need to put back up which will also help with organizing the room.
But I’ll say this is’t getting super exciting around here as we enter week 34! It won’t be long now…until then back to the laundry and the nesting!
I recently shared some of the gross things that come with pregnancy. So I figured I should balance that out with the good and awesome things I’ve experienced with pregnancy.
Ultrasounds – Getting to see your little one growing and changing from a little blob to a little human is AWESOME. More awesome is when they are moving and grooving around inside! Plus walking away with 3-4 pictures is also very cool. I look at mine almost every night…unless I forget because I’m super tired.
Kicks and jabs – Those first flutters were hard for me to tell if it was gas or actual baby movement. However, around week 20 or 21 I started to feel actual movement! Then out of nowhere I started feeling it on the outside too which meant my husband could too. It is the weirdest and most amazing thing ever. And sometimes it’s a little painful too. I’ve already had one instance where the wee one stretched horizontally with arms and legs out and it damn near took my breathe away. I know these kicks will only become more frequent as time goes on and all I can say is BRING IT! Though I would like to know how the kid smuggles an umbrella in there. Seriously, the other day it felt like I was meeting the business end of an umbrella!
Playing music for your belly – The wee one can not only hear me and everyone else at this point, but also music. So we’ve tried out a few tunes for the Sprout with headphones on my belly to see what would happen. When we tried out The Beatles we got nothing. Same thing when my husband thought playing Rammstein’s (German Metal Band) Du Hast Mich was a good idea…the kid is not a fan. The other night I happened to bring up one of my favorites by The Dresden Dolls, Backstabber. Well, holy kicking Batman! So either the kid really loves Amanda Palmer or really doesn’t. Either way ALL THE KICKING happened and it was awesome.
Tell me a story – It sounds silly when you do it, but reading to your growing baby is really a good idea. I started doing it this past weekend. I figure my kid needs a change of pace from hearing me talk about disability rights all day at work right? (Though I figure I’m starting said kid young on how to treat people better so win win) I started reading Fortunately, the Milk by Neil Gaiman over the weekend. I stopped halfway through because it was late. About five minutes after I did I again got all the kicks. So either it was time to kick momma or someone wanted more of the story read to them! Either way I plan to read a little of something every night to the wee one.
So you see there are cool things about pregnancy and it isn’t all about gross bodily functions (50/50 I’d say). I’ll take all of it, not that I have a choice with some of it. But if it means I get a happy healthy kid at the end will BRING IT ON I say!