Just waiting

Wow, my blogging has gotten really slack. We are in the final days of this pregnancy and I'm really feeling it...with every part of my body. I've developed carpal tunnel syndrome this time around, and it makes it difficult to do, well, everything. I have trouble typing, knitting, cleaning, opening sippy cups, etc. My midwife assures me it will go away within a few weeks of giving birth, and I honestly can't wait to be "fully functioning" again.

We have had a very uneventful summer. We go to the pool almost every day so Asher has become quite a little fish. So much so that I am having frequent nightmares about him drowning. He can swim under the water, sort of, so that gives him a false sense of confidence. This confidence makes him do stupid things like jump off into the deep end with no one there to catch him each and every time we go to the pool. Let me tell you, we keep the lifeguards hopping. Today one of them asked me if I knew what I was having and when I said another boy, she actually said, "oh, no!". Not sure how to take that...

In case you're wondering where I am...

it's purgatory, otherwise known as album design.  It's not quite hell, but it's pretty darn close.  It requires me to spend each evening from 8-11 designing the layouts for all the wedding albums from last season so Logan can get caught up.  I am up to the first week in July, so that leaves me about 19 more to do.  So I should get some free time in about November.  

Had my ultrasound today...

and it's a boy!  Everything looked perfectly healthy, including the nuchal fold, which always freaks me out.  Even though I am still not really showing (just getting fatter), he is measuring a week ahead, just like Asher.  So I'm probably going to have another 9-10 pounder.  We are so thankful and excited that everything is progressing so well, and just praise God for this miracle!

Snow day

Okay, so I didn't take or edit these, as you can probably tell, but that is one of the beautiful things about marriage, what's mine is his and what's his is mine.

Asher's thoughts on the new baby

This was a conversation we had in the car yesterday:

Me:  Do you want a baby Jackson or a baby Piper?

A:  We don't need two, we just need one.

Me:  I know, so which do you want, the baby Jackson or the baby Piper?

A:  We don't need two, we just need one.

Me:  Okay, so do you want a baby brother or a baby sister?

A:  Mommy, we just need one.

Me:  So which one do we need?

A:  Asher!

He knew exactly what he wanted to whole time, I was the dense one who couldn't get it.

Confessions of shopping with a two-year-old

Confession #1:  I let him play in the play area at Once Upon a Child unsupervised.  I made sure the lady behind the counter knew who he belonged to, then I went to the clothing section where I could only *sort of* see him.  

Confession #2:  I led said two-year-old to believe we were going shopping for a new 'tato head.  I looked for the potato head for a total of three seconds before giving up.  We need a new 'tato head like we need a hole in the head.

Confession #3:  We were out of clean underwear so I made him wear a diaper.  It was bulky cloth so I made him try on the clothes sans undergarments of any sort.  

Confession #4:  When I took the diaper off, his face went blank and he said "I need to pee".  I quickly peeked out the door of the dressing room to see if I could find a potty, no luck.  So I picked up the diaper and made him pee onto it.  He was not impressed.  "It will be dinky (stinky)", he said.

Confession #5:  I picked out a shirt that looked like the neck was pretty small (remember the two-year-old has a head circumference in the 100th percentile) and though it took 30 seconds, I forced it over his big head.  He cried!  I felt so horrible that I almost cried.  All for a shirt that didn't even fit.

The funniest thing about the whole shopping experience was the conversation that proceeded the trying on. 

Me:  We need to buy some clothes for you.

Asher:  I don't need any cose; I alweady have all my cose.

Me:  You don't have any summer clothes, that's what we're looking for.

Asher:  I have a hat, a bucket hat.  And lots of warm hats.

Me:  Well, yes, that's true.

In his mind, the bucket hat we bought for summer was his summer wardrobe, along with his winter hats, of course.  Actually, as much as this child likes to be naked, that is probably truer than I'd like to believe.

Okay, here it is

As many have you have noticed (and mentioned), I have become quite the blog slacker.  You might count back to the origin of the slacking and notice that it coincides almost to the day to the start of this pregnancy.  All-day-long nausea hit hard and fast at 5 weeks, 3 days this time.  I seriously spent most of the first trimester on the sofa, trying not to die.  Though I am still sick from 3:00 pm on, it is getting better day by day.  So maybe the blog posts will pick back up.

I plan to start posting pictures from Asher's birthday (Nov 14th) this week and will work my way up to the present.  He's changed so much in three short months!  We find out the sex of this baby on next Monday, so pray that everything is going well developmentally.