I can't believe I put stinky kids before "It's a Girl!" but I guess I did.
But you guys! It's a girl!
So dang exciting. The ultrasound experience itself, was a little strange, the tech was a young-ish guy, maybe somewhere between 28-35? (I truly have an inability to guess peoples ages once they are out of their early 20's, so really, who knows.) This guy seemed like he was single, or at least no kids, and he was nice, jovial, had a great smile, but not at all like the ultrasound techs we've had before. No extra info or tidbits, no, "So you must be excited to see this little darling on the big screen!", no little comments like, "Oh there's your baby! Better get a new pair of running shoes because this one is active!"
We asked questions, joked around with him, but mostly he did his thing while we stared at the screen. He kept mumbling and fumbling and admitted that the baby was very low and he was having a really hard time getting a look between baby's legs. He tried for a while, then said he'd get some more measurements/photos that he needed and try again at the end. So we had to wait until about 40 minutes through the ultrasound until she finally cooperated, and then finally it was very clear it was a girl.
Then I asked him jokingly if he's ever gotten it wrong. He chuckled and said "Not that I know of! But I don't know if we would ever know" and I think that REALLY threw him because after that he seemed a little nervous. And then he proceeded to double check and triple check and then insisted that he really was positive it was a girl, and that he wouldn't tell us if he wasn't positive. Then of course he threw in that if he was wrong, he really did want us to come back and tell him. And I promised we would, and that he would owe us a beer. (Or two, or three.)
I'm not concerned, we saw with our own eyes, it's a girl, no worries.
I have already spent over $100 on Zulily. I know. BAD. I am sticking to my claim that I had to get it out of my system. But man. It sure is fun even just be able to browse the girl stuff and dream. I haven't allowed myself to really ever believe we might have a daughter, sure I've got a list of names a mile long but that thing was started nearly six years ago. ;)
This was my view this morning on the side of 494 when I had to pull over because I had started vomiting into my water bottle. Good times! I can count on one hand the amount of times I've thrown up with this pregnancy, so this seemingly came out of nowhere, but I am pretty sure it was hazelnut coffee that did it. I hadn't been feeling the best this morning, but that isn't really new. And then I stopped for coffee after dropping the boys off at daycare and dared to dream that my beloved hazelnut would be okay again. I had sworn off of it the entire first trimester after an incident early on very similar to this morning's.
Well, one sip of the stuff and I was deep breathing and sweating and starting to panic. Taking swigs of my water I had the foresight to take the lid off and then I couldn't stop it, and had to pull over lest I get in an accident because vomiting while driving has proven to be just as dangerous as texting while driving. Take it from me.
I am still stalling on the bunk bed/shared room situation, but we don't have much going on this weekend, so I may just give Dan the green light. (Seen above, Gus on the top bunk, wearing his "Jason Mraz" hat and striking his "Jason Mraz" pose.) If I don't give him the green light soon, he will just go and do it randomly when I'm out and oblivious some night. It's the yin and the yang of marriage at work, people. Obsessive worrying wife vs. rip the band-aid husband. If it weren't for him, we'd still be sleeping on our sectional/ottoman make-shift bed in the basement.
|At Minnetonka Apple Orchard a few weeks ago|
Man. Now of course I love my first born so much, and he is really his own person and I wouldn't change who that is for a second, but I have no rose-colored glasses about his challenging behavior during ECFE. He has come a loooong way since then, but during those years I really never knew what to expect of him, if he would cooperate, if he would sit during circle time. If he would get too excited and too silly, and thus have trouble "keeping his body to himself" and using "kind hands" when we were asked to stand up and dance around to a particular song. I always had to be on my game. ALWAYS.
I don't have to be that mom with Louie and it sure is easier to have fun. That is the truth.
That's not to say Louie has been a perfect little angel lately. Jeesh the kid is so almost three it is killing me. He he such a sass-a-frass, and over the last week or so has thrown some of the biggest fits I have ever seen him throw. And he has started to hit me! And kick me! And throw things at me! He definitely reserves his worst behavior for his dear old mama. He told me he hated me the other day and I can't recall why but I think it had something to do with not giving him any more chicken nuggets? I can't remember but that sounds about right. And Dan's whole family got to witness the biggest epic tantrum he's ever thrown when he came back for more birthday cake after I had given it to his grandpa (who didn't get any cake when they ran out) because he insisted he was done (after one bite). Louie really isn't the biggest sweets guy, rarely does he eat more than one bite of cake, in fact usually it's just the one lick of frosting and then he's done. So truly, I don't think he really wanted his cake, but he was SO ANGRY that I had gotten rid of it, no sense could be talked to him. He screamed and sobbed and threw things and hit me and kicked me and tried to bite me and smacked the ice cream treats his poor grandma tried to offer him right out of her hands... Epic. It was like he had turned into some sort of caged beast, which is appropriate because he was wearing a velour tiger costume at the time.
|Still an angel when he's sleeping, at least.|
What in the world has happened to my baby?
|Sorry buddy, you can't wear your astronaut gear into preschool.|
As for Gus, he has definitely needed some time to acclimate to the new schedule this fall, but I think he's getting it, and preschool is going really well. He has made so many friends and actually really gets excited to go to school on school days. Despite a few bad days here and there, I'm getting really good reports back from his teachers. And they are just such wonderful, loving teachers, again I can't say enough how thankful I am for this program that sort of fell on our lap through our daycare provider. They really work so hard to get to know each kid individually, so as to do everything they can to help each kid thrive and learn and have a successful year of preschool. I still have anxiety about Kindergarten next year but I have decided to try to shift my mindset about it, think positively. I know that not every teacher we come across will be as wonderful as his teachers have been so far, but I have to believe and have hope that people choose to be early-childhood teachers because at the core of it they really love kids. They enjoy being responsible for helping a child learn and grow in confidence and maturity, and that is their ultimate goal. And if as parents we are engaged in the education process and proactive about concerns or issues, we will get through any hiccups the school years inevitably throw at us.
I have to at least go in with that mindset. Not blind faith, by any means, that school will be all roses and sunshine, but optimism about the goodness of people and trust in my kid and our judgement as parents to get through what the next few years will throw at us.
(Back to my random asides, I feel like I got off track from my point with this post, which was supposed to be sort of pointless...)
This past Saturday was one of those mythical days in which the boys busied themselves playing together happily and cheerfully ALL DAY LONG. There were no squabbles or screaming matches, no whining that they were bored, they just hung out, and laughed, and took out every toy we own (I DID NOT CARE), and made up silly games, like the one they were playing while I was making lunch which involved taking turns basically bowling with Rescue Bots and if one of them knocked over all of the robots he got to run to the table (that I was in the middle of putting lunch on) for a piece of some "special cantaloupe!" Yes, the prize in this game was to eat melon.
We must have done something right over the years.
Almost no parental involvement was required all day, from the second they woke up until after nap time when we dropped them off at my parents house for a sleepover (date night!). Gus was in his pajamas until we left the house. We had to get him dressed to go to a sleepover. It was truly amazing, and I was very much able to be present in the moment and see it for what it was, A GIFT. (Unless you factor into the equation the fact that it allowed me ample time to surf around online looking at baby girl clothes. If you think of it that way, it was an expensive gift.)
This is not a good picture (very dark) but I was sitting at the table doing who-knows-what (whatever I wanted!) and snapped a shot of them over on the couch, just lounging and giggling and being silly and being brothers. Only picture I took all day but I'm glad I have something to commemorate a day of such awesomeness.