Is that a baby in your belly or are you just happy to see me?
Lauren has still refused to show her face. I've been encouraging her all day by telling her how awesome it is out here. Like, when I feel her moving around and feeling cramped, I'm like, "Ya know, there's so much more room out here..." And I told her that all the cool people are on the outside of my uterus. But she still thinks she needs to be inside. It would be SUPER awesome if she was born today b/c it's my mom's birthday. That would be so cool. I would most definitely cry--a happy and a sad cry. Okay, I'm almost crying just thinking about it. Stop it, Jo.
Yesterday morning I exercised to 1)make me go into labor, and 2)I've been so freakin' sore in my pelvic area where she's pushing down that I had to do something to make it feel better. I stretched, and it hurt so good. I also danced around to Robin Thicke for awhile. Still nothing. Apparently, I'm not shaking my booty enough. I cleaned my house in hopes that moving around alot would trigger it, too. Nope. At least now I have a clean house. It's warmer today, and I thought about going for a walk, but time has slipped away. Evan's taking a nap, or I'd go right now. He needed a nap, though. Poor kid (and me and Andrew).. He was crying off and on until about 1am last night. I was so frustrated b/c I was really tired and couldn't figure out why he was crying to make it better. And Andrew was in class the majority of the time, so it was just me. Not a fun time. I never did figure out what was exactly wrong. I thought it was his nose b/c he kept snorting, so I rubbed Vicks on his chest and gave him some decongestant medicine, but he still cried. Finally, the last time I went in there, I was like, "Evan! What is the matter?!" and he said "boo boo. oow!" And I said, "Where is your boo boo?" And he pointed to the bed... yeah, it didn't make sense to me, either. So I felt of the bed, and it felt like there were some crumbs on there, so I wiped those off and he fell asleep for awhile and woke up again. This time, Andrew went in there with him and after that, he slept for the rest of the night. I have no clue what the crying was about. None. I hope he feels better soon. It's killing me.
Oh, man, I was watching TV earlier and noticed he was being super quiet. Too quiet. so I went to check on him. He was in his room with the door closed. I opened it and was hit in the face with the NASTIEST poop smell! Oh, gosh. It was awful! He immediatly got a bath after that. It smelled in there for like 30 minutes afterward. Nasty. He also had all of our packs of toilet paper scattered around his room. Who knows what he was doing with those?
Well, he just woke up from his nap, and if you know Evan at all... you'll know that is not a pleasant experience. I should go.
Yesterday morning I exercised to 1)make me go into labor, and 2)I've been so freakin' sore in my pelvic area where she's pushing down that I had to do something to make it feel better. I stretched, and it hurt so good. I also danced around to Robin Thicke for awhile. Still nothing. Apparently, I'm not shaking my booty enough. I cleaned my house in hopes that moving around alot would trigger it, too. Nope. At least now I have a clean house. It's warmer today, and I thought about going for a walk, but time has slipped away. Evan's taking a nap, or I'd go right now. He needed a nap, though. Poor kid (and me and Andrew).. He was crying off and on until about 1am last night. I was so frustrated b/c I was really tired and couldn't figure out why he was crying to make it better. And Andrew was in class the majority of the time, so it was just me. Not a fun time. I never did figure out what was exactly wrong. I thought it was his nose b/c he kept snorting, so I rubbed Vicks on his chest and gave him some decongestant medicine, but he still cried. Finally, the last time I went in there, I was like, "Evan! What is the matter?!" and he said "boo boo. oow!" And I said, "Where is your boo boo?" And he pointed to the bed... yeah, it didn't make sense to me, either. So I felt of the bed, and it felt like there were some crumbs on there, so I wiped those off and he fell asleep for awhile and woke up again. This time, Andrew went in there with him and after that, he slept for the rest of the night. I have no clue what the crying was about. None. I hope he feels better soon. It's killing me.
Oh, man, I was watching TV earlier and noticed he was being super quiet. Too quiet. so I went to check on him. He was in his room with the door closed. I opened it and was hit in the face with the NASTIEST poop smell! Oh, gosh. It was awful! He immediatly got a bath after that. It smelled in there for like 30 minutes afterward. Nasty. He also had all of our packs of toilet paper scattered around his room. Who knows what he was doing with those?
Well, he just woke up from his nap, and if you know Evan at all... you'll know that is not a pleasant experience. I should go.