Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Just Call Me Santa Claus

I'm a giver. I just try to spend my days making those around me happier. Which is why today as I sat in the dentist chair I thought, "You know, I bet dental hygienist don't usually have good stories to tell of their work day. Deborah's been cleaning my teeth for a couple years now, and I like her. I think I'll give her an interesting story to tell her family around the dinner table tonight."

As she finished scraping my teeth and switched to the oh so fun polishing brush, I stopped her and said, "I don't feel very good. Can I go use the restroom?" Of course she said yes and we both got up so she could show me to the bathroom. That's when I decided a pregnant girl feeling kind of sick isn't all that exciting of a story. So I decided I'd just pass out right there in the hallway.

Yeah, pretty embarrassing. I passed out cold. Thankfully Deborah was able to get behind and keep me from whacking my head on the ceramic tile floor. My rear end unfortunately did not fare so well. In case you were wondering, bruising your backside is kinda painful.

After several minutes of sitting on the floor while the entire staff hovered over me offering snacks and drinks, I was fine. I was able to get up and call Jamie who came to pick me up. I called later to check in with my OB and they said it was nothing to worry about. Probably just low blood sugar from not eating or a drop in my blood pressure. Either way, I'm fine now. But oh my goodness, that was embarrassing! At least Deborah and her co-workers had a good story to tell of the fainting pregnant chick at work today!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Sugar and Spice

Baby #2 is a girl! We are so excited to be welcoming another little princess into the family!

Also, I'm excited to be right this time. I'm 1 for 2. Which is 50%. Which is still failing. But it's better than 0%!

Jamie wasn't able to go with me to my ultrasound yesterday. Since today is tax day and he's a CPA, taking off yesterday would have been tough. I could have rescheduled my ultrasound for later in the week but, um I didn't want to wait. Instead, I had the technician seal our pictures in an envelope for Jamie and I to look at together when he got home.

At dinner, Jamie asked me if I had any guesses. I told him I was pretty certain it was a girl which made me pretty sure it was a boy. Because I was certain Anna was a boy and she's a girl. So I was assuming my intuition is faulty.

After dinner, we left Anna with Rebecca and went to Sonic to get some ice cream and open our envelope. As soon as I pulled the pictures out I saw the very first one was the "money shot" and was labeled "It's a girl!" Jamie somehow missed that. I said, "Awwww" He said, "Can you tell? Don't tell me!" I said, "Are you serious?" He said, "Yeah don't tell me. Let's just keep looking." I said, "No really. Look at the picture." He stared at it for several more seconds and then went "Oh! I didn't see that." Dork.

Jamie and I were both hoping for another girl. I wanted a girl for the practical purposes of being able to reuse everything and for the fun they'll get to have together being so close in age. Jamie stated his reason for wanting a girl in this way, "When you have one baby, you think she's perfect and you want all your other kids to be just like her. If it's a boy it would be less like her and so less perfect." Haha He's a little bit smitten with Anna.

It looks like we'll be battling it out over a girl name! Yay for tea parties, baby dolls, and pretty dresses!! And for not having to repaint the nursery!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

8 Months

You may notice this post is a little late. You may also notice I'm not sitting in my nursery like I have been for all my other monthly posts. That's because when I turned 8 months old, I was in New Jersey meeting yet another new cousin! Every time Mommy brings me up there, there's more cousins to meet! Lucky for me I can't talk yet so there's no pressure to keep them all straight. Meeting 4 cousins in 4 months is a lot to take in!

Now that I'm 8 months old, I'm pretty much all grown up. At least I think I am. Which is why I refuse to nurse anymore. That's for babies, and I would much rather eat whatever Mommy's having. She's usually pretty generous and gives me a taste. I have yet to meet a food I don't like!

I haven't started crawling yet, but I'm trying to. I can get from a sitting position to up on all fours, but I can't quite get moving. I usually end up falling onto my belly. Or once in a while on my face. Which really hurts!

I have four teeth now, two on top and two on bottom. The top ones made me really cranky when they came in! But now that they're in, I'm back to my normal cheerful self.

Mommy and Daddy say I'm a drama queen, which is just silly. Does it make me a drama queen just because I cry and scream over the tiniest little bump or fall? Maybe they're right.

I'm so glad it's warmer out now and I can play outside! I love to sit in the front yard on a blanket and watch our neighbors walk by. I always look for someone I can charm with my smile. I also love playing with anything that rattles! If you put a new toy in my hands, I will shake it to see if it makes noise and get excited if it does!

Well, that's what I'm up to now that I'm a big 8-month-old! See you next month!