8 days!

Had another doctors appointment today. I'm a day or two shy of 39 weeks. A normal pregnancy is about 40 weeks. I'm getting there. Baby and I are good, healthy, and he's content. So content he doesn't want to come out! I'm not progressing at the last two weekly appointments at all. I dream of going in there and my doctor says, "you are dialated to 2 cm," or something terribly wonderful like that. I don't hear words like that. Instead, I have an appointment next Tuesday and we're getting induced on Wednesday if the little man hasn't taken it up on himself to vacate by then. I am just excited to know I will finally get to meet this little guy soon. I'm starting to wonder what he looks like and if he's going to be an exact clone of his dad--that's my vote at least.

Belly pics

Today, at 38 weeks. I had several ladies tell me I wasn't that big and they didn't think I was as pregnant as I was. They thought I had a month or two left. I took this as a complement. Bless them.

Paige at I on 8-10-10. We apparently tried to color coordinate that day. Its the only belly picture I have with her and the little turkey has to stick her tongue out. Its the newest way to take pictures. She then asks, "did you get my tongue?"

Doctor's appt

So I had an appt today and learned that I am not going to be having another early baby. Apparently I need to just get that idea out of my head as this little man is in no hurry to come early like his sister did. He's just proving everyone right who told me not to get excited since my first one came early; they all said I'd end up waiting on the second one. I have no idea how those poor ladies who are overdue handle it; I think I would hurt someone. Overall, we both are doing good and other than my impatience, all is going well. Everyone's safe and healthy so that is what counts.

Is this considered nesting?

No photos, but I found myself cleaning the infant car seat base with some Q tips tonight getting the dust out of the creavices. I think I might be nesting. Or perhaps I am just trying to get the huge "to do" list worked on. The car seat has been washed, and now properly wiped down. I have baby clothes washed and in the dresser--which has been painted and is in the proper room. We need to buy a crib mattress this weekend and then we'll have a crib ready to go. I need a little more tweaking on the changing table and getting all the small stuff gathered and ready; but then we could have a baby and be ready. A few more weeks would be good--2 at least so we match the time of when we had Paige. But I am humoring the Cowboy who requested we at least gather a few things. I figure if I have things gathered; then the baby won't come too early :) Now if I just survive the weekend out of town at a wedding; we'll be in good shape!

25 weeks photo

Must be a soccer player

This afternoon I was relaxing in the living room while Paige napped; trying to not feel bad for sitting and reading instead of cleaning. The baby is active--I'd say super active compared to Paige. I am sitting there and he's moving/kicking and I noticed I could see my stomach move when he moved. Not a whole lot, but enough. Cowboy hasn't been able to feel the movement when he puts his hand on my stomach yet, but apparently we should be at that point now if I saw it. Its the craziest sensation. If it keeps up at this rate, I will have one tough stomach from all this kicking!

Version 2.0 Boy

We had our ultrasound today and I am a few days away from being 21 weeks. Paige, Cowboy, Mom and myself were in attendance. We didn't know how Paige would handle it so Gramma was on call to go with us and if Paige got to be a pest, she would take her. She sat like a champ on her Dads lap and just watched. She held my hand for part of the time and I learned afterwards when she didn't want to leave me that she told Gramma she was sort of worried the doctors were going to hurt her mom. All is well, all features looked good and normal on the photos--and we learned its going to be a boy! We were a split crew on what we wanted, but as long as we are all looking healthy that's most important. Cowboy is beyond thrilled though! Above are the pictures they gave us; one standard and 4 of the creepy 3D pictures. It looked alot clearer on the screen than the pictures, but its still nice to see a little face.

16 weeks

I had a doctor appt today and all is well with version 2.0. That's the name I chose today; since its baby #2 and I am sure it will another clone of Cowboy--regardless of its a boy or girl. Speaking of names, Cowboy just asked me about a name. That's good--however I was questioning the spelling since it could be a boy or a girl. He goes and grabs the Maxim magazine and shows me the girl whose name it is. Nice. For the record, Peyton is not an option.

But the appt went well and the heartbeat was 150--so girl range. That's pretty much means nothing too me since that's not always accurate. We scheduled my ultrasound for April 21st; so we'll know in less than a month!

"But you don't have a big tummy?"

I told Paige we were going to have a baby a day or two after our families found out and that was her first response! Here is a recap of the conversation.

Me: "So what would you think if we had a baby?"

Paige: "We aren't going to have one" with sort of a whatever look.

"Yes, we are going to have one."

"But you don't have a big tummy?"

I was sort of expecting that one, so replied, "It will take a while, but Mommy will get a big tummy." Her friends at daycare are going to be big sisters in a month; so they are all very aware of the big tummy situation.

She sort of ponders for a second. "I want a girl baby."

Me too. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Don't know if Daddy could handle it!

Another random look by Paige as she's absorbing things. "I don't want to do diapers. I saw Trey's diapers and they are icky."

"You won't have to do diapers but maybe you could help with bath time or bringing the baby some toys."

She sort of took that in that was an okay idea. Her eyes lit up and then, "I could give the baby one of the blankets that is in my closet."

I am thinking, hey this is good. "I think you'll be a good big sister."

"I don't want to be a BIG SISTER!"

Apparently that is the phrase that sets her off. I left it alone for a while, and then we were in the grocery store and she starts piping up with more questions.

"The doctor helps you get the baby out of your tummy."

"Yes, I'll go to the hospital and the doctor helps."

"Does it hurt?"

"No." Lies sometime have their purposes.

"There will be blood on the baby won't there."

"A little bit, but they give it a bath right away." How does she know that?

"How does the doctor fix the cut on your tummy?"

"They use some big bandaids and then its all better." What! Where is this coming from?

Then the conversation sort of dropped and we got distracted by some produce! That's all the questions she's had so far. I never could have imagined some of them!