Friday, December 13, 2013

Busy day full of boys...

Today ended up being interesting. My lower back really began to hurt, this morning, and I wondered if perhaps I hurt it picking up Hero. I hope not. The boys were pretty good for me, although they got up from their nap an hour early. My husband got home just in time for me to go to my ultrasound appointment and I rushed out of the door. I shouldn't have hurried. They called me 15 minutes late after requiring me to get there 15 minutes early on a full bladder. 30 minutes of waiting in an overheated office, a baby squirming, on a full bladder is not something I enjoy, ever. 

When I was finally called back, we got a good look at the baby. It is most definitely a boy, no doubt about that. The tech said he looked very healthy and in proportion. I'm measuring about 9 days ahead and the little guy is approximately 5 pounds. If that is so, I'm guessing he'll be very close to Hero's birth weight of 8 lbs 14 oz when I have the c-section, provided I don't become very ill and stop eating. 

When I returned home my husband was a bit frazzled and said he didn't know how I did it everyday caring for our two boys. They had been a handful while I was gone. I'm glad he got to see a little of what I deal with. It'll be interesting to add another boy to the mix. I'm sure they will be quite a gang when they get old enough for each other. It makes me wish we had some property so I could send them out to dig or build forts or chase each other til they drop from exhaustion. We'll see. They are still too young yet for much of that and circumstances may change where we would need to move. 

Happy feast of St Lucia. 

Much Ado

Today, I have an ultrasound. I am pretty excited because I get to see the baby again. Hopefully, everything looks beautiful. 

Right now, I'm listening to Hero talk in his room over the monitor while sitting by the fireplace that is crackling away. It's so cute. Yesterday was not a good day for Hero. He was running a temperature of 102.2 F want only wanted to lay down everywhere. I snapped a little picture of it. Pilot is doodling on a mini doodle pad and Hero is snuggled up under blankets in the crook of my legs. The black hat with black and red frills is pretty much all you can see of him. 

Tonight is book club and I get to see my friends gathered together for the first time in two months. Hopefully, they will all be there. 

I can't believe it's almost Christmas. Twelve more days. 

Happy feast of St Lucia!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013


Today, I figured out how to turn on our gas firplace. All by my self. It's been two years since it's last been on or even had the pilot light lit. I'm so happy. 

Two years ago, we moved into our big house. It's almost 1900 sq ft and two stories. The den, where the fireplace is, is one of the coldest rooms because the heat goes straight upstairs via a lofted ceiling. This makes things cold downstairs. In our first year, I used the gas fireplace to heat the room without heating most of the rest of the house (the kitchen and front room are on a separate level). My husband speculated that our energy usage was high because of this. The second year, I kept the gas fireplace off and only used the house heater. At the end of it all I asked my husband if we were able to save any money. He stated it was a wash. 

So, this year I rubbed my hands with glee at the thought of turning on the gas fireplace. However, I didn't know how to get the pilot light lit. I plugged everything in and fiddled with the nobs. I used the striker a lot and still it would not turn on. I read blog posts and how to manuals with no luck. I gave up in order to think about the problem. 

At the beginning of this week I checked the fireplace remote. In my mind, it was something of a convenience rather than an essential part of getting the fireplace to work (sort of like the TV remote). The batteries were out and I knew it wouldn't control anything that way. Today, I plugged everything back in and set all the switches. Then, I made sure the remote had fresh batteries and was set to On. As soon as I tried the striker, the pilot light lit. Ah ha! The remote! It was important!

Lesson: make sure all components are there and turned on, no matter if you think they are important or not. 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Week 2 of Advent

Pilot cracks me up. In my husbands search for an extension cord for the Christmas lights, he came across a rubber band gun and gave it to Pilot to play with. Pilot was expressly told that if he shot anyone with it that he would lose the gun. He's done really well and has been chasing rubber bands all over the house. The best part is that he calls them, "rubby bands". I love it. 

No decorations are on our tree but the lights. Years before I got married, I bought a fake tree at Target for $25 (after Christmas sales can be pretty awesome). I have never cared for real Christmas trees as they are not only expensive but sticky, messy, and once they dry out they become a fire hazard. So, I have fake treed it for years now and am very happy. 

Pilot has determined that sleeping under the tree is a top priority. Or maybe he is pretending there is a tunnel to be crawled through. 

Yesterday, we got a little snow. By a little I mean that there was a bit of fluff/slush swirling around in the air. There wasn't even enough to make the ground change color. It was nice though. Where we live, we do not get snow. It's usually too warm and the elevation is too low. Today, was cold. It was in the 20s with clear skies. Our grass was crunchy and the van was frozen. My poor hydrangea suffered and has turned black. Tonight is supposed to be warmer so hopefully it survives. 

This week is a week of busy-ness. Tomorrow we have the Feast of the Immaculate Conception and I have a pretty blue candle to light. Each day at nap time we read out of a little blue book our church handed out for Advent. At night we are going to read the 3rd book of the Treasure Box books. Pilot loves them and follows the directions so well in the books. I just want to thank Cammie for doing a blogpost on them a while ago over at A Woman's Place. I love beautiful books and these are more than inspiring. I am hoping to also add the Neumann Press book Manners in God's House when they reprint it. 

This Friday, I have the ultrasound to do to see if the baby is big or that I have too much fluid. I also, have book club with my friends that evening and I can't wait to see them again and do a gift exchange. I have some pretty wrist warmers I made for the occasion. I hope they will find use for them. 

Hero has been doing so well these past few weeks. He's added quite a few words to his vocabulary and just today he included, "socks" and "carrot". I love how cute he sounds when he half says the words. Socks sounds like, "saaa" and hat sounds like, "haaa". Articulation will follow but until then I will enjoy his baby words. 

Happy 2nd week of Advent. 

Update: the blog post I mentioned on the Treasure Box books is mentioned here:

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

My 36th Birthday and OB Appointment

Yesterday was my 36th birthday. I think I'm weird because having birthdays never seems like a bad thing, as so many adults say it is, but rather I look forward to it with glee, as I did when I was a child. I just don't get the obsession of not getting older. Who wants to be stuck in the same place forever with no growth? That is what they are asking. I want to get better at things, but that also means I need to accept the failures that come with it and the passage of time to get there. So, 36 is a good thing for me. Now, I'm not so sure about 37 but that's because I'm not a big fan of prime numbers after 7. 

In the morning, before things got too busy, my boys were playing in the play room. It was cracking me up because Pilot kept putting the Bilibo on his back and stating he was a turtle. Then he would ask Hero to come sit on his back. Here is part of their adventure:

They make me smile with their enjoyment of each other. Pilot kept trying to get up with Hero on his back and trot like a pony, but I'm afraid Hero is nearly as heavy as Pilot and it just wasn't working. 

My parents came over just before lunch to spend some time with me for my birthday. It was really nice and they brought me a pretty sweater shirt with some Victorian flare. It's a nice rib knit and stretches beautifully. It also has a few tiers of ruffles on the bottom and sleeves that my boys love that help hide a bare pregnant tummy. What is it with these maternity clothes that show off the bottom of your stomach?

I quickly tried to show my mom the newest book my husband got me for my birthday. It's called The Tudor Child and is a follow up to The Tudor Tailor. If you know anything about these books it's that they are expensive at $60 each but so beautiful with historical details and patterns you can use. There are so many beautiful dresses for little girls in there, swaddling infants, and even maternity wear of the 16th century. 

Then, I had to leave my family and go to an OB appt. Just something I wanted to do on my birthday, get weighed while pregnant. Oh boy. I had a few skermishes in the parking lot and arrived a little breathless to find my doctor was 30 minutes behind. After an hour of waiting, I was finally called back. We found that I had lost almost a pound but that the baby grew a lot. I'm supposed to be measuring at 31 cm but came out between 36 and 37 cm. My OB rechecked me and has now given me a referral to have another ultrasound. Either, the baby is big, macrosomia, or I have too much fluid, polyhydramnios. Lovely. I can't imagine how much bigger my stomach would have measured if I had gained weight. 

Now, some might wonder why the heck I'm losing weight, while pregnant, and during the holidays, when it's common for the average person to gain at least 5 lbs. Well, it's not intentional, it's just that my diet has become very limited. Back when I was pregnant with Hero, I discovered I was allergic to grains. I've mentioned before about the issues I incur when I eat said grains. I haven't been very strict with myself this pregnancy and found that sleep was difficult from congestion and I was mentally muddled all the time. I finally gave up grains again in mid-October but was still sneezing, albeit less often. In the beginning of November I caught the free e-summit on Gluten and was blown away with so much interesting information. One thing I picked up was that dairy can mimic the proteins found in gluten and you can experience allergenic symptoms even if you're consuming no gluten but still have dairy in your life. So, I decided to stop dairy too and see how I fared. 

I was a little worried about taking out dairy. Milk was taking about 1/2 my calories a day and I needed a good substitute. So, I started making deviled eggs again with homemade mayonaise. Much to my surprise, my congestion cleared and the sneezing stopped. It is lovely to be able to breathe.

Then came Thanksgiving and the annual family visits to both sides. What was I going to eat? Not much. I did have dairy, but not much. At my parents, I brought green beans cooked with onions and bacon and some deviled eggs. I had those along with turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, and fruit. I ate a little cheesecake without the crust and that was it. Everyone else had stuffing, rolls, crackers, chips, dip, and pie. Then at my husband's get together, two days later, I had turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, salad and pistachio ambrosia. All the cookies, pie, cake, pasta, rolls, stuffing and snacks had to be passed by. *sigh* It's a bit weird to be so different from everone else. 

So, I lost weight at the holidays. Do I hang my head in shame since I'm pregnant? I don't know. 

Now, it's off to start a new day, get an ultrasound appointment, take my husband to have a CT scan, and various other little to do tasks.