Baby gift

We've yet to receive it, but I just have to post a little brag about the baby sweater my friend Kate has knit for this little one.... I saw the sweater on her blog yesterday and I can't WAIT to see it in person.

Now I know there's a reason I can't knit....cuz I have Kate. :)

Thank you friend. xoxoxoox

Fun at Kathryn Albertson Park

Last weekend we decided to take advantage of a
lovely day to walk in the
park and watch some birds...
we also ended up with a cattail for good measure!

Two weeks

and counting till the newest E family member arrives...

Had a doctor appt today, and the baby is NOWHERE near being engaged in my pelvis, so in a conservative estimate, labor is about 6 months off. Good thing we have a scheduled c-section on the books already. Either something about my pelvis repels my spawn or my body just LOVES hauling this extra load around....but I'm the only part of this picture who seems ready to see things change.

The blood pressure is still good - again, to my dismay - since I planned on starting my leave March 13 with the idea that I would most likely end up on bed rest again (statistically, that was supposed to happen) somewhat earlier than that. No dice. Ah well...

The insomnia is unbelievable at this point...if this baby only sleeps as much as Zach ever did (which was virtually none at times), I'll be way ahead of where I am now. I'm ready to have the baby just for the opportunity to nap during the day--when I feel like I could actually sleep.

Although I'm still somewhat anxious about this baby and becoming a parent again (I REALLY thought this would all be resolved by this point of the pregnancy), I'm getting a little excited to meet this little bug and see who he/she is...and hopefully be pleasantly surprised about parenting this time around.

Cold Sore

Who knew that three and a half year olds got cold sores???

Not me, but Zach sure as heck woke up with one on Tuesday. Breaks my heart, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him much, now that he's a few days into it...and it seems like it's on the way to healing rather quickly, so that's good.

Now I can hope that this is the only outbreak he ever has to suffer. ~fingers crossed~

21 Days

Well, since today is essentially over, make that 20 days till baby's arrival. Three weeks from now, the little one will be here in our arms, for better or worse. It can't come soon enough.

• The heartburn is all but killing me--to the point of waking me up to vomit in the nite sometimes. The plantar fasciitis I've developed in my left foot is excruciating to put it mildly.
• My clothes no longer fit. At all.
• The nurse at my ob-gyn even commented today on how magnificent I've gotten (that was not her word, but I prefer to think that's what she meant).
• The insomnia is ridiculous. I sleep pretty well (usually) from 10 or 11 pm until 130 or 200 am...then it's hit or miss for the next several hours. Usually miss.
• Chris has taken to sleeping in baby's room on the daybed due to my excessive moaning/strangled breathing during those brief interludes when I actually do sleep, so our king sized bed is pretty lonely at nite...tho that will change soon enough, I suppose.
• I can barely get my socks on in the morning, and forget about trimming toenails or shaving my legs...thank heaven I've been wearing slip on Birkenstocks, or I'd be in flipflops (if I had any).
• I think some nesting has set in, but my girth is so cumbersome, there isn't much action I can take on it, aside from fantasizing about all that I'd do if I were able to move more comfortably.

• On the plus side, my blood pressure is under control and not a concern.
• The baby moves a lot, tho is obviously growing because I don't feel the flips as much as I was feeling them (and this is ok with me as it would literally curl my toes when it happened).
• I'm very anxious to meet this little one and find out who he/she is (hopefully he/she is the complacent baby I've dreamed of for the past 9 months--I refuse to entertain other options).

Zach seems to be adjusting to the idea pretty well...tho I did ask him yesterday if he was ready to become a big brother and he replied that no, he'd rather stay a boy (I love how three year old minds work).

The anxiety about having another c-section has started to creep in...we had a hospital tour last nite, and when we saw the operating room where I had my last c-section, it creeped me out. To put it mildly. I realize logically that going with a scheduled section and a spinal block, I won't feel the surgery this time, but that doesn't ease my anxiety any. The claustrophobia I felt with that drape hanging at my chin...ugh. Everything about it is worrisome to me...including the recovery. Of course, I don't have ANY desire to attempt regular labor at all, so unless I plan to stay pregnant for the rest of my life (GOD FORBID), it's got to come out somehow. Hopefully we're taking the path of least resistance.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

"My hair is bwoken...where's the hairdryer?"

Zach's reply after I told him this morning that I needed to "fix my hair."



COMPLETELY cracked me up.

Budding Ornithologist

Zachary loves birds. Really. Could be he got it from Grams, who is an ardent birder. Could be he loves them because he loves all things that fly. But he really loves birds.

So much so, we bought him a couple bird books of his own: this one (his favorite) and this one (my favorite). What is completely amazing to me is the way he is able to identify so many birds...he knows some of the different calls now, and can recognize many birds by sight. It's incredible.

Grams took him on his first birdwatching outing last week, and said he was a champ. Then we went to Bald Eagle Day sponsored by the Audubon Society on Saturday and saw several birds up close and personal (bald eagle, golden eagle, some falcons, some hawks)--he loved it. He made his own bird feeder and even got to pet a bird (some cross between a peregrine falcon and something else). It was a very fun day.

A boy and his bike

Note the wood blocks to extend the pedals...
they still weren't QUITE enough for him to be able to reach....

So, if you can't pedal it, why not crash it into a nearby snowbank?

What a silly boy.

Trip down memory lane

1.22.05

(Just to help me wash the bad taste from that last post out of my mouth)

17 times???

Pregnancy, while a wondrous miracle, is also unbelievably uncomfortable. Especially when one reaches 32 weeks and is easily the size of the Queen Mary (the ship, not the woman). There's the excruciating (and that's putting it mildly at times) hip pain, the back aches, the constant trips to the bathroom (oh, and the leaky bladder), the insomnia, the heartburn, the sheer exhaustion from hefting this ridiculous girth around...

And all I can think of is: SOME INSANE WOMAN HAS WILLINGLY GONE THRU THIS SEVENTEEN TIMES.

I don't get it.

Yes, children are a blessing (mostly).

And babies are cute (mostly).

And pregnancy is fun (for about a minute and a half).

But honestly, SEVENTEEN times? And I haven't even touched on the joys of DELIVERY. Maybe it's because she's younger than I. But I think it's something more deep-seated.

Like she's totally freakin nuts.

Magical

What is it about watching your child sleep that is so magical...so calming...so amazing?

It could be the best high blood pressure remedy around...tho it does make my heart feel like it could burst.

Fun with Daddy

We have this chair in our living room that Zach
seems to think turns Daddy into a jungle gym every time
he sits in it. Zach is compelled to climb all
over Daddy, repeatedly, until one of them
collapses from exhaustion.
The latest "hard trick" that Zach is most interested
in is trying balance on Daddy's head.
Don't know where he got that idea.....

Happy Birthday Uncle Mo!

And happy half-birthday to Zachary!

Loved. Very well loved.

This is my child's beloved blanket.
In all it's gray, dingy glory.
And yes, he sleeps with it every nite and every nap.
I steal it when I can to wash it, but
honestly, it's not as often as I'd like.
Here's what the blanket USED to look like...(March 06) and an
even OLDER picture of the beloved (Oct 05).
Of course, the blanket was a hand-me-down that
has never had any tags and is therefore irreplaceable.
I know, cuz I've tried.

Oh boy

In hindsight, I'm not sure what possessed me
to take this picture...much less post it here....
The joys of eating with a 3 year old.
Sigh.

"Move your big head, dad."

Add this to the list of things that I didn't expect to come out of my son's mouth for....oh,....another 10 years or so.

(Said to Chris while he was driving - Z's carseat is behind the driver's seat in daddy's car)

Handsome

If he were 15 years older, this could be one
of his senior pictures.
Taken at Sea World

Shower caps make great tub toys!

When we were in San Diego, a nitely bath became part of
routine both as a way to unwind, clean up and kill some time
so that Zach wasn't going to bed at 6PM (and thus waking
up at 4AM or some ridiculous hour), but we hadn't brought
any tub toys with us....so what to do?
Turns out the hotel was kind enough to provide us
with a very low-tech but enormously delightful shower cap.
Provided LOADS of fun, and some cute photo ops.

Fun in the snow

Snowstorm blew thru last nite, leaving us with a
very rare couple of inches of powder to play in...so Zach
"helped" daddy shovel the driveway...and tormented the cat a bit
along the way...

Talking to grams about the snowballs he has been throwing

Watch out Calvin!

Is that hat the cutest thing EVER? My friend Kate in NH
knitted it for Zach for Christmas...we love it!

The phrase of the day was, "You asked for it"
--right before he pummeled you with a snowball
that you had just made for him. Silly boy.