Swimming...

Two weeks ago, M came along to swimming class to take some pictures (which I don't think I've uploaded yet...). We couldn't go last week, but made our triumphant return this week. A continues to only jump in if he is holding my thumbs. I did have him jump in so that he went under, since he screams and yells when I dunk him, only to have no screams and no yells... hmmmm....
In addition, he screamed and yelled when I let go of him when he was swimming with the noodle when M came... today, he ASKED to do it himself, and he did GREAT! He was really proud of himself, but also tired of it quicker than if I had been holding him (and doing the work...hmmm....)

We came home and are both all tuckered out. I haven't been able to do too much since getting home, and A has been asleep since we got home.

El Bambino must've been enjoying the water, because limbs were flying out everywhere... OUCH!

Tour and the ob...

We went for our hospital tour on Saturday, and it was wonderful. I really like the hospital; it's so much smaller than RWJ and has a much homier feel. In addition, one of my big concerns was the issue of NJ hospitals not allowing anyone under 18 due to H1N1... they never did that, so don't anticipate doing that this spring! YAY!

It looks like it's about 45 minutes from home, and we've found lots of alternate routes should the time come at rush hour.

Yesterday, we had to go back to the hospital for an appointment with an ob. Since a midwife will be delivering the baby, it is necessary to have a backup OB in case there are complications or if an emergency c section is required. I had to meet with their backup OB, and of course, scheduling made it so I had to see the doctor my midwives had advised me not to see. We had a little bit of difficulty finding the place we were supposed to go, and I was very happy when, upon landing in the maternity ward, a nurse actually walked us to where we needed to go. Already quite a different atmosphere than RWJ.

First, we had an ultrasound, which was A's very first time seeing his baby bro/sis. He was excited to see the "fireworks"--I guess on their screen, things were all lit up to show the tech various things. No face shot, though.

Then we met with Doctor Snooze, who not only gave us a history of c-section, VBAC, and malpractice, but also talked in the most monotone voice you've ever heard. He indicated that according to the ultrasound, baby is at about the 50th percentile, so SHOULD be smaller than A. That said, he has none of my old records and can't track growth from the previous ultrasounds. Whatever, Doctor Snooze. Anyway, somewhere in between my drooping eyes and M's "Oh My GOD," he told us that we're looking at potentially a 5% rupture possibility. Pretty damn good odds, as far as I'm concerned.

Today, we have all been home due to another 9" of snow. A helped M shovel, and returned telling me about seeing the mail truck and helping Daddy. Poor M, who was supposed to be on vacation this week, has severely had his plan for the week interrupted due to these two days of snow. But, we've had a great time together, and wahoo for a 4 day weekend!

Cha Cha Cha

Long time, no post. I, for one, feel enormous and am starting to wonder how wise it was to continue working till April.




This morning, A and I had a very interesting conversation. While eating our breakfasts, he turned to me and said, "Are you going to Delaware?" I looked at him with a totally flabbergasted expression, because, although he's been to The Diamond State a few times, where on earth did he come up with Delaware??? He asked again, so I said, "No, not any time soon. Are YOU going to Delaware?" His reply? "Yup. I'm taking a choo choo train. Mommy and Daddy too big to go."

Soon after, he started the chant that I got to him to repeat in the video above.

The conversations of 2 year olds.

There is a little boy, one week older than A, who is at daycare before we are. A is always excited to see him (they've been in class together since A started), and greets him. This morning, M said, "Hi, A! Do you have boogers?" I kid you not. A's response? "No, no boogers."

Speaking of the ramblings of 2 year olds, we went to the 3rd birthday party of one of the kids in A's class--A is one of the youngest in the group. I was really uncomfortable with the idea, but this is a kid A talks about ALL. THE. TIME. so we went. I was so thrilled when we pulled up and I recognized several cars--it was an all daycare party! YAY! A had a ton of fun playing at J's house, and has pretty much not stopped talking about it.

Speaking of being uncomfortable.... my achin'...everything. Last night, I was laying on the couch and felt really uncomfortable. I moved my shirt and saw this enormous weird looking bulge on the right side. Everything seems to be on the right side!

Did I mention the last midwife appointment? A went with me again, and was much more easy going about being there. He played with her measuring tape the entire time. She told me the baby is already head down. She asked if I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions, and I said, no I don't think so. She then talked about how they are generally felt more by second timers than first. As she was examining the belly, she said, "Oh! There's a B-H now!" I said, "I thought that was just movement. Huh!" and ever since, it seems I have about 10 of them a day. As far as the belly goes, it's measuring about a week ahead of EDD, which corresponds with the due date based on cycle length, but she said these measurements are typically 1 or 2 weeks in either direction (so, what's the point, I wonder?) It was much nicer drinking orange juice at a regular appointment than drinking the nasty orange drink at a lab.

A continues to love going to Devils games with Daddy and Bepah. Sadly, fencing has come into conflict with our plans next week to go to a Flyers game. This makes me sad. It's a great bargaining technique, since he'll do pretty much anything to get to go to a Devil's game!