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I'm actually to the point in this pregnancy where I feel good. Not just functioning, but actually good. It's so great, I just wanted to record it for posterity.
This morning I went to Mass and sang for what must be the first time in six months. It felt wonderful. I held Kaden and stood/knelt at the appropriate times...Just like a normal person! Yay!
I'm taking my medication twice a day, once first thing in the morning and then again in mid-afternoon. That seems to be working the best for me. I tried last week to wean down to once a day, but by the time I felt like I needed it (in the early afternoon) it was too late to pull myself back, and I'd be really tired and queasy around dinner. This way, I have decent energy to do things all day, and can still cook dinner.
And I can eat! It's so fantastic! Dan mentioned I wasn't this way with Kaden, and that's true. With him, I never really got to the point where I could cook anything for dinner and be able to eat it. I never cooked with garlic or onions the whole 9 months, and I couldn't eat a large serving of beans and rice like I can with this pregnancy.
Of course, this is the dangerous point where I start to think, was it really all that bad? I could have another kid...
In other news, I have serious case of baby love directed at Kaden. He can't do anything uncute right now. This morning he came in to cuddle with me at 7:30. We get all snuggly, and he says, "I peed in my bed." I was like, what? I felt him, and he's totally naked! I was like, Doo, where's your diaper? "I took it off." "And then you peed in your bed?" "Yeah." "Why did you take off your diaper?" "Because I wanted to pee in my bed." Tell me that's not adorable. The bed isn't noticeably wet, so I can't figure out where exactly he peed, but the diaper he took off wasn't full so he MUST have peed somewhere. I guess I'll just have to wash everything to be on the safe side. Part of me is kind of happy, I mean, taking off a diaper is a big sign of potty readiness, right? We've been very relaxed about it lately. We invite him to sit on the potty and offer a puzzle piece if he does (two if he actually does anything) but usually he's just not interested. So we don't push it.
For some reason he's just gotten so mellow in the last few days. No more tantrums, no more screaming (well, only during the hello and goodbye songs at My Gym for whatever reason), no overt bullying of smaller kids. He's nice to Jenny (his baby doll) and comes to eat dinner with us without much fuss. And he's so adorable when he asks for stuff. "Can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast?" "You want a peanut butter sandwich? Sure, sweet stuff." "And JELLY." "Oh, yes, okay, and jelly." So he goes and sits patiently in his booster seat. Just a week ago he was all pestering me and whining constantly, "Will you bring it to me Mommy? Will you bring it to me? I want you to bring it to me!" and I'd have to be like, "Doo, WTF, I'm making it right now, can you see me making it? Look, I've got the peanut butter on a knife, can you just wait till I get it made?" but now he seems to know it's coming and he lets me make my own breakfast (woot!) while I'm making his and bring them to the table together.
I bought him these stringing beads hoping to work on his hand/eye coordination and fine motor skills. They sat in his red bin for a few weeks without him expressing much interest, then last Thursday he came downstairs carrying them and asking to play the game. Can I just tell you how the little guy is addicted to them now? He LOVES stringing the beads on and swinging them around. We brought them to Mass and he played quietly for 15 minutes straight. I actually got to hear the homily. It was so fantastic.
I also made him a little "activity book" with something to do on each page, like trace a broken line to make a circle or color a square out of three possible shapes, etc. We did a few pages the other day and he's soooo bad at at. But eh, he'll get better. That's the point right? He enjoyed it, which was my biggest goal. I have to come up with more pages now.
But I'm feeling good, I'm happy and enjoying my son's company, and all is good. I leave Friday for the in-laws cabin in northern Michigan. Pie! :)
This morning I went to Mass and sang for what must be the first time in six months. It felt wonderful. I held Kaden and stood/knelt at the appropriate times...Just like a normal person! Yay!
I'm taking my medication twice a day, once first thing in the morning and then again in mid-afternoon. That seems to be working the best for me. I tried last week to wean down to once a day, but by the time I felt like I needed it (in the early afternoon) it was too late to pull myself back, and I'd be really tired and queasy around dinner. This way, I have decent energy to do things all day, and can still cook dinner.
And I can eat! It's so fantastic! Dan mentioned I wasn't this way with Kaden, and that's true. With him, I never really got to the point where I could cook anything for dinner and be able to eat it. I never cooked with garlic or onions the whole 9 months, and I couldn't eat a large serving of beans and rice like I can with this pregnancy.
Of course, this is the dangerous point where I start to think, was it really all that bad? I could have another kid...
In other news, I have serious case of baby love directed at Kaden. He can't do anything uncute right now. This morning he came in to cuddle with me at 7:30. We get all snuggly, and he says, "I peed in my bed." I was like, what? I felt him, and he's totally naked! I was like, Doo, where's your diaper? "I took it off." "And then you peed in your bed?" "Yeah." "Why did you take off your diaper?" "Because I wanted to pee in my bed." Tell me that's not adorable. The bed isn't noticeably wet, so I can't figure out where exactly he peed, but the diaper he took off wasn't full so he MUST have peed somewhere. I guess I'll just have to wash everything to be on the safe side. Part of me is kind of happy, I mean, taking off a diaper is a big sign of potty readiness, right? We've been very relaxed about it lately. We invite him to sit on the potty and offer a puzzle piece if he does (two if he actually does anything) but usually he's just not interested. So we don't push it.
For some reason he's just gotten so mellow in the last few days. No more tantrums, no more screaming (well, only during the hello and goodbye songs at My Gym for whatever reason), no overt bullying of smaller kids. He's nice to Jenny (his baby doll) and comes to eat dinner with us without much fuss. And he's so adorable when he asks for stuff. "Can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast?" "You want a peanut butter sandwich? Sure, sweet stuff." "And JELLY." "Oh, yes, okay, and jelly." So he goes and sits patiently in his booster seat. Just a week ago he was all pestering me and whining constantly, "Will you bring it to me Mommy? Will you bring it to me? I want you to bring it to me!" and I'd have to be like, "Doo, WTF, I'm making it right now, can you see me making it? Look, I've got the peanut butter on a knife, can you just wait till I get it made?" but now he seems to know it's coming and he lets me make my own breakfast (woot!) while I'm making his and bring them to the table together.
I bought him these stringing beads hoping to work on his hand/eye coordination and fine motor skills. They sat in his red bin for a few weeks without him expressing much interest, then last Thursday he came downstairs carrying them and asking to play the game. Can I just tell you how the little guy is addicted to them now? He LOVES stringing the beads on and swinging them around. We brought them to Mass and he played quietly for 15 minutes straight. I actually got to hear the homily. It was so fantastic.
I also made him a little "activity book" with something to do on each page, like trace a broken line to make a circle or color a square out of three possible shapes, etc. We did a few pages the other day and he's soooo bad at at. But eh, he'll get better. That's the point right? He enjoyed it, which was my biggest goal. I have to come up with more pages now.
But I'm feeling good, I'm happy and enjoying my son's company, and all is good. I leave Friday for the in-laws cabin in northern Michigan. Pie! :)