Lately

Hey peops! So it's been awhile. But don't worry, no baby yet. Yesterday at my dr. appointment, he walked in and said something like, "Why aren't you in labor already?" On the one hand, amen. On the other, after Emmett, I'm a firm believer in letting babies come when they're ready (as far as mom's health permits). Emmett happened to be ready ten days after my due date, and he was healthy and normal. I wasn't a fan of his timing in those ten days, but I've learned to relax a little since then.

After learning that I'm 2.5 cm dilated and 80% effaced (a whole 0.5 cm more than last week!), my dr. said he wasn't going to hold his breath for the baby's coming this week. Again, on the one hand, daaaaang it. Mostly for selfish reasons ( = I feel like my pelvis is going to shatter at any moment). On the other, oh well. He'll come in the next three weeks. My induction date is April 19 (one week after he's due), so he doesn't have much of a choice beyond that.

In the meantime, look at the cute crib sheet I made!

My exceedingly talented sister made a set of four before Emmett was born, and he's been using those ever since. But, thanks to his highly productive bladder, he goes through them pretty quick. Baby boy 2 needs his own or I'm going to be washing crib sheets every other day. The tutorial is super easy and the sheets go pretty quickly. I finished this one in a few hours I think, and I haven't sewn in about a year. If you're more practiced, don't have to work by naptime, and don't have to take down and set up your sewing and ironing stuff to save them from a toddler who loves to learn by taking things apart, then you could finish much more quickly. Hopefully I'll be able to make a few more before this boy comes. 

In other news, I finally got my seeds planted a while back, and they're sprouting! Here's Emmett helping me plant: 

And yes, sadly, this is pretty much the only picture I got of us planting. And it's Emmett whining for the camera. Ha whoops. 

Just look at my babies!

Bush beans:

Swiss Chard:

Peas:

Basil:

Lettuce: 

The setup:

And my fern!

Which I've lovingly and uncreatively named Fern. 

Sigh. I can't wait to have a yard.

We also planted tomatoes, grape tomatoes, carrots, and bell peppers, but those haven't come up yet. And we have a little bushel of Texas onions waiting to go into pots. Yay!

That's all for now. I'll be back soon with another overload of Emmett pictures. He has a major cold today, and naptime just ended. = blogging time just ended :)

Have a great weekend!

In which I reveal how pathetic I am in the morning

So Emmett's been a little weird about mornings this week. He's been waking up around the time Chad gets up for work and only sometimes going back to sleep ( = kill me). Yesterday, he got up at 6 and stayed up.

6.

am.

( = double kill me)

So we did the only logical things anyone would do in such a situation.

I had double quintuple chocolate cake for breakfast and Emmett had banana cookies (the Gerber kind so I can tell myself they were kind of healthy. What kind of mother do you think I am?)

I laid on the couch and read a DIY book while he watched Super Why! and messed around. Then I put on McLintock! while we (mostly I) laid on the couch some more. Emmett was up and down and we played games until nap time. And although he woke up three hours early, he made up for it by taking a four-hour nap. Which means I got to take a two-hour nap. It was bliss.

We stayed in our jammies til two, when I finally got us dressed, fed with real food, and out the door for a walk in my favorite weather: chilly and misty with low clouds slinking across the mountaintops. It was glorious.

So. Obviously I'm not much of a morning person. Don't get me wrong; when we have a good reason to be up before seven (hiking, camping, etc.), I love mornings. But not when I'm pregnant, tired, and have an 18 month old who still gets up every night.

Emmett made to do the same thing this morning, but--praise be--he went back to sleep and woke up happy like normal. Not the screaming kind of awake he likes to be at six am.

See?

And I'll let him show off, too.



Happy day :)

In other news, things are definitely starting to happen baby#2-wise. I won't give any details or elaborate on words like 'cervix' for any weak-stomached sissies reading this (aka any man who has not come to terms with the fact that his wife is indeed a woman), but the time is fast approaching for our Aprilboy to be here! I've been having BH contractions like crazy lately and they've been getting more intense and painful. Sometimes I can't talk through them. And this little boy seems to really enjoy kicking my ribs. Emmett never really did that. This one'll sometimes brace himself and push. Funny in an ouch kind of way. ;)

Anyway, have a great weekend! 

34 weeks

So in perfect harmony with the preg pics we took with Emmett, I remembered to take our 34 week pic right before bed last night. Whoops. Funny thing is, I don't really care about how terrible I look. And I kind of like that I'm wearing orange stripes with gray plaid (courtesy of Chad's jammie pants). 

Our friends are starting to say things like any day now! when I tell them we've got six weeks left. That kind of freaks me out a little sometimes. Especially since Chad works all day almost everyday and is just about never in a position that he can just pick up and leave for home if I go into labor. Picking up and leaving for home usually means he could be here in a couple hours. As long as this labor goes normally, that should be fine. 

Then I think about two of my friends who had their last babies in their kitchens because labor didn't exactly go as planned. 

Friend 1: contractions like normal, then her water broke, and surprise! baby's crowning. She had her little girl a few minutes after the ambulance got there. 

Friend 2 woke up in the middle of the night with contractions already 4.5 minutes apart. She ran around trying to get the last things in her bag and they left when her contractions were 3.5 minutes apart. Her water broke on the stairs down to the parking lot, they went back for her to change, and she had the baby in the kitchen. It's probably a good thing they went back. Otherwise the baby would have been born in the car. 

SEE? It totally happens. Gosh I don't want to give birth in my kitchen.