The HATE word

Hate is a strong word. I don't like that word. Especially when my darling three year old uses it to express himself towards me.

He was overly tired. We were getting ready for nap time and I was teasing him about putting away his toys so we could snuggle. It was all in the fact that I said I am going to go snuggle now...nah nah nah nah nah nah. (imagine 3 year old taunting).

Then, he said it. "I hate you, Momma."

I was crushed. And pissed. And sad. And I decided it was lesson learning time. I calmly asked him to come here (to the bathroom).

I grabbed the bar of soap. Insert yikes comments here. He is crying and yelling the whole time. We've talked about saying bad words and getting the soap treatment. I put the soap in his mouth and discussed with him the fact that saying I hate you Momma was just like saying I don't love you Momma. How that couldn't be true. I don't think he ever put his tongue on the soap, but I did scrape it along his top teeth on the way out. While he's still crying, but calming down, we continue the one-sided discussion. When I see the flicker of understanding in his baby-blue eyes, I ask him to step up on his little step and help him rinse out his mouth about 10 times, until he says he can't taste it anymore.

Then, he apologizes and we snuggle. He falls asleep about 10 minutes later with his arm wrapped around my neck.

I know he loves me. I love him more than he'll ever know. More than I'll ever be able to express to him. But, THAT was hard. And I think the lesson might even be learned. Maybe.

Girl time

I relish the girl time I get. It may wear me out so much I MUST take a nap, afterwards, but I do love my time with adult female friends.

Last week I spent time with a good friend of mine and her three children. It was such a blessing to spend quality time with another adult female face.

Yesterday, I was at school for 3 hours. Why? Just 'cause. The excuse was I needed to sign for my pretend pay stub. But, in actuality, it was so that I could get away from the TV, books, games, movies and walls of my house. I tire easily at just laying around. AND, I miss women-folk. My little miracle will be here in 17 days, no matter what. AND I CAN'T WAIT!!!

Today, I am dropping off Caleb with a friend's husband (they have two boys about the same age as Caleb) and us women are going to get a pedicure, again. I am looking forward to this so much!

I'll post some pictures later...I might even go buy new shoes. Just maybe. In the mean time, I think I'll go "do" my hair and slather on a bit of makeup. Just for fun. Yeah!

Like a record, baby...

He's spinning, right round, baby right round, like a record, baby...etc.

Owen decided that head down was not cool. He's now breech - but sideways. This explains why I was so uncomfortable last night. Why I woke up every two hours. Why I had heartburn like never before. Why I don't have that pressure down south.

My doctor said that if he remained this way for the c-section, she could TRY to move him. OUCH. If he didn't move, that would make the c-section incision a bit longer. GREAT! So, from hip to hip?! Just kidding.

Ouch.

EEEK! I answered the door

My doorbell doesn't work... for most people (It always works for Jenni, though). :)

I heard voices outside of my open front door... and checked on it. I thought maybe I was just being paranoid.

Nope. It was THEM. Two very sweet missionary boys from the Mormon Church. I listened and said no thank you. But...

The mosquitoes decided that today I was lunch. OWIE!

Just thought I'd share.

3 more weeks

At my appointment today, we penciled me in for a c-section on June 10th. That's 3 more weeks, people!!! My bp was 128/80 and protein was good. I had gained 5 pounds - but the scale is a liar...in my opinion...since my scale at home showed -2 pounds. (yes, it was before breakfast and before I drank two of my huge things of water....but STILL!) Owen is reacting great at the NST - non-stress test. He IS head down - but she can wiggle his noggin, so he's not in the birth canal, yet.

I have appointments scheduled now through June 5th. My doctor laughed at me and asked if I was a control freak? I said. NO! I just like things to happen on my timeline. LOL! She knows me, huh?! I told her that since she said she'd only deliver me early IF my bp was high or something else was wrong that what I heard was, "walk a lot and eat salty stuff, right?" No. that was her response. but, THREE MORE WEEKS?! Geez.

HE certainly has a plan for us... and baking this little bun to well-done and good kidney function must be part of it.

Shower

Today was my shower. It was such a nice gesture. Four of my buddies spent time, money, and poured their hearts into the shower. I am truly blessed to have such great friends. While not too many people remembered about the event, I had a great time. Afterwards, I came home and took a nap with my big boy. He's still out, right now. So, wanna see some pictures? Okay.

The spread: YUM!!!

The Cake. Cute! (and tasty!)

Me.

My charming hostesses - and me.

Ouches

I am starting to hurt a bit. I'm uncomfortable and feeling pressure down south. I've been a VERY good girl today, and have been actually laying down IN BED almost all day. HMMMMM... maybe I will get my May 19th baby? Shhhh! Don't say it too loud!
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Yah...I don't think anything is happening. I think I was getting excited over nothing. Sorry to disappoint.

Good day

Today's appointment was short, quick and to the point. Blood pressure was 130/76. Some protein in the ole' urine. I was only on the non-stress monitor for 10 minutes. He did GREAT!

Then, I went for the sonogram/ultrasound. The poor technician had a bad tummy ache and had to get up to leave half way through the ultrasound to take care of "business." She apologized up one side and down the other...and for my wait... this is what I got:


Looks like he's blowing a bubble. Cute!

This is a profile view of the right side of Owen's face. You can see his eye socket, nose, cheek, and upper lip. Can you believe the pudgy cheeks?! He weighed in at 6 lbs, 12 oz! What a chunker! He's sucking on his hand, here. The void where his brain should be is there because he is SO far down, like IN my pelvis. There is not really a void. It's just because this is a 4-D image. Did I mention I am ready?!

Yeah, well...

So, at my appointment today it was all good news.

BP was 122/78. No protein. Owen responded well and is moving much.

I asked if we could schedule his delivery. She said, sure, around 39 weeks. That's another four weeks, people.

While I am grateful that things are going well, I really want to hold him in my arms. My vote was going to be for Monday, the 19th. But, now we're talking another month.

I ... am... so... bored!

Place your pennies...

So, I guess it's time to guess when you think Owen is going to make his appearance. My sister made a comment, yesterday...and it got me to thinking... When do you think Owen will make his appearance? I am over 35 weeks. He's been measuring 2 weeks ahead. I had Caleb, via C-section, at 37 weeks.

By the way, my sister's vote is for Thursday, May 15th. (that's this Thursday). I'll check back later and tell you my vote. Happy betting!