Thursday, March 29, 2007
pointy belly, coming through
On the left, my Beanie bump just after the 28 week mark. On the right, my Jack bump at 29 weeks:
Cripes, it's the third trimester already. Gah. Eeek.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
quotes from a little boy
"NO SLEEP, MUMMY!" (when I attempted to shut my eyes for a few seconds, Jack decided to whack my leg and shout this at me until I opened them)
"Lie down, puppy! Lie down, mummy!" (but I refuse to fetch)
"I was sleeping." (which he did, all night - long may it last)
"No Jasper, that's MY juice!" (Jasper responded with a puzzled stare that said "Look kid, I'm only interested if you drop bits of your dinner or happen to be carrying a sandwich.")
"Daddy is doing a wee wee." (thank you for letting me know)
"Kick the baby!" (Jack had his head on my belly and I said "The baby's giving you a little kick!" Jack then put his foot on my bump and tried to give her a kick back.)
"HELLO BABY!" (shouted with his mouth directly on my bare belly)
"Daddy is getting puppy's poo!" (observation made while watching Paul scoop poop in the backyard)
Sunday, March 25, 2007
we've dipped our baby in bronze!
Back from our 3D scan, and we're over the moon. It's most definitely a girl because we saw her bum region in 3D - and a distinct lack of dangly bits. My pesky anterior placenta made it a bit tricky to get good shots without "interference" like a TV channel with bad reception (which makes me wonder what kind of weird things my placenta is emitting, frankly), but the fantastic news is, my placenta is no longer low and shouldn't pose a problem with a vaginal birth. Phew and yippie! Beanie was head down, her back to my side. At first, she had her nose right up against the uterine wall, making her look like she had her face pressed up against a glass window.
She's got a little upturned nose, just like her big brother:
and the same long fingers, too:
She enjoys doing baby yoga in her spare time:
and strummin' on the ol' umbilical cord:
Just because I did the same embarrassing thing to her big bro, here is a shot of her nether regions:
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
everyone else is doing it
Everyone I spoke to said that their child stayed in their bed for the entire night when they made the move from the cot. Everyone. So you can imagine my surprise and dismay when our son spent most of his first night out of the Big Boy Bed, putting up a fight every time we tried to return him to it. He settled in just fine but a couple of hours later, we heard a little thud and the pitter patter of toddler feet as they scampered down the hallway to our room several times until 1:30 in the morning. While this wasn't really a big deal because we decided to start this new sleep regime on a Friday (so the lack of sleep wasn't as much of a problem), it did mean a lot of getting up and down, which isn't exactly my forte these days. Thankfully, I have a marvellous husband who did the up and down bit for me. In exchange, he got a lie in. It all balances out, you see.
Jack's nighttime visits scare the life out of me. Until we get used to this, there is something incredibly alarming about being half awake in the middle of the night and seeing something standing at the end of the bed, staring at you and breathing heavily. On night two, he settled quickly and stayed in bed all night - hurrah! On night three, he took most of the evening to settle but did manage to stay in bed until the morning. At one point, I heard him get out of bed on the monitor so I made my way up the stairs. As I reached the top, all I could see was a little fuzzy-haired blur run past me from the office back to his bedroom. Like I wouldn't notice.
In general, he's been pretty good at staying in bed but he's been waking up at silly o'clock in the morning. Yesterday, he staggered out of his room in the wee hours and flopped down on the extra pillow I had next to my side of the bed, at which point Paul promptly returned him to his room. Must remember to look down before I step out of bed in future. I have to admit, I almost burst into tears when I first saw him snuggled up under the duvet in his Big Boy Bed for the first time. He just looked so grown up.
Then again, now I can look forward to those teenage years when our kids will stay in bed until noon on weekends and we can rediscover the concept of sleeping in and lazy mornings. Mmmm.
Monday, March 12, 2007
only if it involves a walk to the fridge and back
So yesterday, I thought it would be a really good idea to get my vegetable corner ready for this year's planting. I emptied out bags of compost and pulled out a few weeds, then kicked a football around with Jack while we enjoyed our first Springy day.
So today, I spent all day alternating between the sofa and on my knees draped over a large beanbag* suffering from sciatica.
I'm telling you people, exercise is bad for the pregnant.
*which was particularly fun when my son decided that I looked like a horsie and jumped on my back for a ride.
Friday, March 09, 2007
very trying
I tried to do my pregnancy yoga DVD the other day, but it was impossible. Jack decided to cling to my leg or use my legs as a fun bridge-like structure. As soon as I went down on the floor, Jack climbed on my head and then the dog came running over and started licking my face.
I tried, and that's what's important.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
the very hungry caterpillar
I'm so hungry, but very annoyingly, either I run out of stomach space before I'm truly full or heartburn pays me a visit and kicks me in the arse. Why is this happening so soon this time? I didn't get to this point until the end of the third trimester with Jack. Maybe if I bounce up and down, the baby will move lower into my pelvis and I'll be able to gorge on ice cream and curry again. Must remember to borrow the neighbour's trampoline.
Jack is now officially addicted to television and makes repeated requests for his favourite programmes. Not that we comply all the time, but we do allow him regular viewings of Thomas and Pooh. When we don't want him to watch television, we'll tell him that "Pooh is sleeping right now." This will prompt a roll call just to check if some of the other characters are actually awake and willing to entertain him at the moment. "Pig-it?" "No, Piglet's asleep." "Ee-oh?" "Eeyore's asleep, too." "Tigga?" etc. I give it another six months before he learns how to work the Sky+ box to see if his shows have been deleted.
I've had three people in the past week say things to me like "Woooo! That bump is getting big!" I honestly don't mind - I love my growing belly and I'm extremely pleased to look pregnant and not just like I've spent too much time with my face in a pie tin.
And finally, I would like to say that under the bump maternity trousers suck. How on earth are they supposed to stay up? I've even tried using a belly band to hold things in place, but to no avail. Really, they make me look like a builder, and no one wants to see that.
Friday, March 02, 2007
movin' on up
From left to right: 14 weeks, 25 weeks, and for laughs, 24 weeks with Jack:
She'll be sitting under my chin by 40 weeks, I swear.