Friday, February 29, 2008

So Nervous

I know I know. I've done this all before, and women have been doing it for eons, but labor is still nerve wracking! And I think the fact that I'm having "planned labor" is something I'm having a really hard time wrapping my head around. Why in the world would I want to plan something so unfun? I realize it's coming regardless, but it's still freaking me out. We're supposed to make the call in about three hours to the hospital to make sure the appointment time and room are still available. If so, we go in at 7:30.

We'll keep you posted!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Your Wish is My Command!

We've made the decision to go ahead and induce! We had a little scare yesterday with less movement from baby. The doctor asked me to come in for a non-stress test. I got there, sat in a big squishy chair while the baby's heartbeat was monitored. The doc said all is well, and asked if we'd made the decision about the induction. We talked about it for a while. I asked for the measurements from my previous two pregnancies. Evan and Duncan both were about 37cm at this stage in the pregnancy. So, that does indicate that this baby might be bigger. The measuring tape is not a definite thing. The fear is, though, that the longer we wait, the bigger the baby may get. You know, it may just be me getting big and fat, but we won't go into that. Hopefully it will all go smoothly, and we'll have our new little squirt on Saturday sometime. so, stay tuned for baby pics. And big brother pics, too.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

To Induce or Not

My doc called me today, and is putting on the pressure to induce this week. He said I measured big last week (42cm!) He seems concerned that this baby may be a biggun'. He wants to know ASAP, so we can schedule it. Vote on the poll to let me know what you think. Thanks!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

All In A Day's Work

Sticker Pox

Evan probably didn't consider himself a messy person. From an early age he helped his Mommy and Daddy clean around the house. He'd take a washcloth and vigorously scrub areas on the floor, walls, and tables in a way very similar to what he saw his Mommy do earlier. Evan never really seemed to take responsibility for his own mess. One day at Grandma and Grandpa's, Evan pulled off all the sticky notes from the pad. And then said with a Vanna White-like gesture, "Look at this mess!" as if he had nothing to do with it.

Evan Finds the Flour

Sometimes he seemed truly surprised by the mess he had made. Evan would lift his arms to his sides in a questioning manner, and say, "What happened?" This was especially amusing when Evan had dumped something over on purpose. I would tell him, "You made a mess, that's what happened!" He would help clean up after the mess was gone, but he would mysteriously disappear when the actual cleaning took place.

Clean Up!

Unless, it involved a "Dacuum!" Evan was obsessed with the vacuum for most of his short life. His form was perfect. If I actually plugged the vacuum in, and let him really clean, we'd have one very clean spot where he'd go back and forth. I think I now understand why kids love vacuums so much. They're like push toys for grownups! In a household with a toddler, vacuuming takes place frequently. Evan must have thought I was playing with the vacuum everyday.

Bath Time

After a long hard day of working, playing, making messes, and just being a kid, it was time to clean Evan...


and get some sleep.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Same Ole Same Ole Revisited

Eh. Nothing new from the doc today. I'm measuring all the same measurements as last week. He did say he had toyed with the idea of inducing me tomorrow. Since Duncan's been under the weather today, we said we'd like to wait. So, hopefully I won't get sick in the meantime. I don't want to have a cold during labor. The doctor did say the baby seems to be measuring on the big side, and would prefer to induce rather than me have an 11 lb baby. Of course, he told me all this last time, and I had an 8lb 7oz. baby. So, I'm thinking my doc is just putting the hard sale on. We joked on the way home about how he must have a boat payment coming up or a kid getting braces. HA! So, that's the latest.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


I'm starting to think that I was given too much information the other day at the doctor's office. I found out I was 4cm dilated. Well, that's just made me think that I'm going into labor any minute. I had Braxton Hicks contractions off and on (mostly on) all day Friday. When they were 5 minutes apart and about a minute long, I called the doctor. But my doctor wasn't on call, the other guy was. He called back and told me to come in. I got all upset in the car, because this was the doctor that had delivered Evan, and I figured he would ask about him, and I would have yet another awkward/painful few minutes explaining what happened. We got to the hospital, and the contractions were not as regular. I got checked out by the nurse (just so happened to be a nurse who had been at Evan's delivery. She said I looked familiar.) There was no change and I was sent home. Feeling like a complete moron. I got the little paper with a list of "things to look for" when real labor starts. It's my third time around, you'd think I'd have this down pat. If I hadn't known that I was already dilated, I may not have been worried. See? Oh, and I didn't end up seeing the doctor, so no awkward conversation. Last night I started having some painful crampy like feelings on one side. Justin was starting to show signs of a stomach bug, so I thought to myself, "Well, this is probably it. I'm going to go into labor, and my husband won't be able to come, because he's sick." Thankfully, nothing happened. And Justin is recovering today. And I'm desperately hoping that Duncan and I don't get it! Duncan is staying with his Pop and Lala, just in case. Hopefully he won't get sick there, either! You know the irony of all this is that when I go to the doctor on Thursday, I'll probably be back down to 1 or 2cm. That happened when I had preterm labor with Duncan. Sigh.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Still Home

No baby. I spent an uneventful evening at home. We were all thinking there may be a mad rush to the hospital in the middle of the night. Nope. I did, however, sleep pretty well. Justin did get in a last minute Valentine chocolate run. He's so sweet! I keep forgetting that my sister gave me a certificate to Chocosphere. What's wrong with me? I could have boxes of some of the world's finest chocolate delivered to my door! Maybe that'll be a project for today.

We'll keep you posted on any baby news.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Baby Business

I was all ready to do another "same ole same ole" post about today's doctor's visit, but that's just not the case. The doc says I'm 4cm dilated, 50% effaced, and the head "is way down here." He says that doesn't mean today's the day. In fact, he says that it could still be a few weeks. So, we'll let you know when it's time. Hopefully, we'll have a little more time to get to the hospital than we did the last time around. Wish me luck!

The Writers are Coming Back

Hallelujah! So, we've gone without new episodes of our favorite shows for a while now. There's been an onslaught of new "reality" shows to keep us entertained (may I use that word very loosely?) I know all I ever want to know about the show "The Moment of Truth" from their commercials. Awkward questions, even more awkward pauses, what more could you ask for? I'm sure we've all sunk in to shows we might not ordinarily watch because of the dirth of the good stuff. My guilty little secret is actually not too bad. I've been watching "Project Runway" on Bravo. It's a show about up and coming clothing designers competing for a coveted spot in a three person show during Fashion Week. And the winner gets a lot of money, etc. There's the usual drama of The Challenge, and if the competitors will get their designs completed. There are a lot of egos (you have to have a healthy ego to survive in such a competitive industry, IMO), but there aren't the melodramatic blowups like you have on some shows. The best part for me is watching the creativity in progress. I know how to sew a bit, but I couldn't sketch a design, cut a pattern, know how much fabric to get, sew it impeccably, and have it look like a million bucks on a model. I'd stop on the sketch, because I can't draw. The season is winding up, and I can't wait to find out who wins. But I'm really looking forward to finding out some unanswered questions on my regular shows. Welcome back good TV!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

OK, I Get It

So, I mentioned not too long ago that Justin has been playing video games and walking on the tread mill. I also talked about the Guitar Hero game, and how it's turning my house into a rock concert hall (complete with super cute toddler!) I may have also mentioned that I just didn't get video games. I think I may have even said Justin was a geek (still true!)

Well...This week Duncan went off to Grandma and Grandpa's house, so I had a little more free time than usual. I worked on my nesting--cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed, mopped, etc. Then I decided I needed to be more active, so I figured I would take a walk on the treadmill. Then if I got tired or needed to use the bathroom, I wouldn't have to worry about being on the opposite side of the neighborhood. I got down to the basement, and thought, "Well, I think I'll check this video game out. It'll be more interesting than looking at the wall." So, I turned it on. Justin has a game called "The Legend of Zelda" in right now. There's a lengthy prologue about people in torment being saved by a boy dressed in green. There's a period of peace, and then the dark days return, but where's the boy in green? So, then I'm taken to an island. I play a young boy (not in green...yet!) who is learning all sorts of tricks around his island. I swear, I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. My little character had to run around catching pigs. I didn't know where to take one when I got it. The options were throw and drop! I finally called Justin and said, "Where does the pig go?"
"I've got the pig, but I don't know where to take him." Giggle madly.
"Are you drinking?"
"No, I'm pregnant! I'm playing that video game!"

He did some explaining and got off the phone, so I wouldn't fall off the treadmill (I was walking this whole time.) So, now I get it. I get the video game thing. It's fun! Of course, I probably won't do the violent stuff. That's just not me. I wonder if there's a newer version of Atari's "Pitfall." Hmmm.

Meningitis Story on Montel

Maggi Pivovar's story called "When Catastrophe Strikes" will be on the Montel Williams' Show this Tuesday. Maggi is a woman my age who was stricken by Meningitis a little less than a year ago. She has four young children. I think she's trying to raise awareness and also raise money to purchase prosthetic legs (she lost both legs to the disease.) Check it out Tuesday.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Same Ole Same Ole

Nothing new to report on the baby front. Same dilation as last time. ho hum. I kind of thought something was going on, because I was having pretty regular Braxton Hicks contractions this afternoon. Not the kind that do anything productive, apparently. My doctor does want me to call in "at my earliest convenience" when the ball gets rolling. I asked if it was possible that this baby would not be as fast a delivery as Duncan, and he suggested little nipper 3 may be faster. He even suggested pre-empting the baby by induction. Almost everyone that I know that has been induced had a pretty lousy experience. So, I'm hesitant to go that route. I don't want to deliver at home. Although, just so happens a former labor and delivery nurse lives across the street. How fortuitous! Well, I'll keep you posted on any changes. And still no name! Eek!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

What Have I Done?

Daddy Showing Duncan the Ropes

I've always jokingly said that Justin was having an affair with Dora, short for Computadora (that's Spanish for computer, y'all.) Sometimes I feel like he spends more time with Dora than with me. I'll admit that sometimes I do get lonely watching TV all by myself, while Justin's clickety clacking away on the computer. Since Evan died Justin has rekindled this relationship, and added a new flame...GameCube. He'll walk on the treadmill and play videogames. Hey, it's one way to get in shape! It's probably also a coping mechanism, so I haven't complained (he swears it's not...whatever.) When Justin put Guitar Hero III on his Christmas list, I thought, "Eh, why not." Duncan and I sneakily went to the store and brought it home. And Justin acted genuinely surprised to find it under the tree. So, now instead of clickety clacking, I hear a lot of lame-o hard rock (actually, alot of the music is pretty good), and the frantic pressing of buttons and "strumming." The plastic game guitar has no frets or strings.

Duncan Learning How to Wield the Axe

Pretty soon, however, Duncan decided that this was something he had to try. Justin played songs for Duncan. But Duncan wanted more. He basically will try to rip the guitar out of his Daddy's hands for his turn. We let him play, and every once in a while he'll actually hit a note! He doesn't care. He just wants to press the buttons, and "strum" the other button, and pretend he's a rock star. He's taken to posing in the positions he sees on the game! We have some pretty cute video of him really rocking.

Rock On!

To (hopefully) curb this obsession, we've acquired an Elmo guitar from a friend. We figured if Duncan had his own guitar, he may lay off the video game guitar (thus, not ruining it!), AND he and Daddy could jam together. The Elmo guitar was a huge hit with Evan, and it seems to be making an impression on Duncan, as well. He climbs up on a "stage," and gives me a performance. I wonder what he'll think of the video when he's a teenager. I do feel partially responsible for creating my little rock and roll monster.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Happy Birthday, Evan

Evan on His Birth Day

After being poked and prodded, washed and dried, checked and rechecked, we finally got to take Evan home.

Daddies Give the Best Snuggles

We began to adjust to life with a newborn. Middle of the night feedings, weird sleep schedules, spitup, poop, etc. It's a fast learning curve. We sure enjoyed cuddling our new little one. Before Evan arrived I saw a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movie where Astaire sings the words of the song "Cheek to Cheek" by Irving Berlin, "Heaven...I'm in Heaven...." I remember singing, "Evan...I'm in Heaven" over and over, because I felt so blessed. (And I didn't know the rest of the words! Now that I finally read them, I wish I had learned them at the time. They're lovely.)

Evan Digs in on His First Birthday

The first year was filled with firsts. First solid food, first wave, first words. And Evan got progressively more active. It's so funny to be so excited about when a baby rolls over, when just a few short months away, he crawls, and then walks. Evan was walking in time for his first birthday. A little wobbly, but he was ready to be on the move. Evan was also what is known as a "good eater." He would try almost anything. If he didn't like it, he'd spit it out. He loved his birthday cake, needless to say!

The second year brought even more adventure. More vocabulary, and even sentences! Tantrums! Running on little legs that only just learned to walk. So, lots and lots of boo boos. Evan began to show more personality during the second year. He was a fun loving kid who loved to play. On Evan's second birthday we ate at church. At that time we sang Happy Birthday to the people with birthdays that week. Evan had a big grin on his face. He actually did this every week, like everyone was singing just for him. And he called all cake birthday cake.

Evan Loved the Construction Theme for His Second Birthday

In Evan's third year he had strong opinions about what he liked and didn't like. If there was a digger or front end loader around, he would whip his head around to watch until it was out of sight. Of course, words like "digger" and "front end loader" were foreign to me until I had that little boy. We were introduced to Thomas the Tank Engine and a little brother. He wasn't so sure about Duncan, but Evan loved Thomas right away. Evan was all boy. He loved being outside, trucks, trains, and tools. I always enjoyed hearing Evan telling me about the trucks we were passing in our car. "There's a telephone line repair twuck!" "Cwane!"

Evan died about two months before his third birthday. The family gathered together, ate Bar-B-Q, had chocolate cake, and had a good time remembering a great kid. Today is Evan's fourth birthday. We haven't felt well, so we didn't get to do a get together. We did have pasta, which was always a hit with Evan. Instead of cake I picked up some chocolate chip cookies, a perennial hit with most little boys.

Evan's So Sleepy that He Snoozes with a Cookie in Hand

Happy Birthday, Evan. We miss you.

If you'd like to remember Evan today, here's a charity that looks pretty special. Dream House for Medically Fragile Children