It doesn't help that it is so blasted cold outside, the majority of the time we all want to stay in and keep warm. Sam is more resistant to leave the house than I am! And I thought I was being the home-body... But cabin fever is alive and thriving, let me tell you, and I couldn't be more pleased that Sam is back to school. However, I just found out today at Sam's IEP (his yearly evaluation) that he is doing so well in school that they want to cut his days from 4 to 2 a week. This means there is going to be more fighting... I seriously almost started crying. You just can't spring this on an overly emotional pregnant woman trying to balance having two head strong boys, one with special needs, and expecting #3 in March. But I told them instead that I understood and wanted what was best for Sam, and if being at home more is what's best for him, then that's what we need to do.
I'm trying to potty train Nephi again. Talk about a stubborn little dude!! He knows what he needs to do, and just plain out wouldn't do it! So it's time to take serious action!! No more diapers and no pull-ups. You either go in the potty or go in your pants... not much of a choice! He learned really fast yesterday that it wasn't fun to go potty in his "big boys." Bummer dude. So today is day two... we will see how he does. I absolutely REFUSE to have two kids in diapers again! There is no excuse for a normal 3 1/2 year old boy to not get potty trained. ESPECIALLY, since he KNOWS what is expected. He will be out of diapers way before the baby comes.... I just need to not give in this time.
The little guy in my tummy is so wiggly, I forget that there are people out there that actually have to count the movements. Not 30 minutes goes by that I can't feel him doing some acrobatics in there. Yesterday, I was certain that he had taken on Yoga, because it felt like he was doing the Tree Pose in there there -- Feet digging into my left hip and hands and head jamming up in my right lung. I pushed him back down and told him to find a new hobby, my body can't take fetus yoga right now. I think meditation would be a good thing for him to work on... sit really still... especially at night so I can sleep... Just wiggle enough to let me know you're there, little man. Fat chance.
I feel like a whale. Seriously, I can not figure out for the life of me why this weight keeps coming on like a snowball rolling down a hill. I went to the doctor yesterday and measured 36 weeks!!!!! I am only 29, by the way. That's a big 7 weeks over!! Well, I know where a lot of the weight is going... but I wonder why. At twenty weeks, my ultra sound was normal and the baby was even measuring a little small. Then BAM, the last two months I have morphed into "Are you sure there isn't two in there?". Yeah, I am pretty sure....
Sam cheered me up yesterday by putting his hand on my stomach and saying: "Mommy, I think you have 10 babies in there!" Thanks a lot little friend, you sure know how to build my self-esteem!
The boys are getting irritated with my sluggishness these days. Patience has never been one of their virtues, and waiting for me to hobble around to accommodate their needs is getting old fast. I get a lot of "faster mommy!"'s and "hurry Mommy!"'s like they are going to starve to death because I can't get their food made fast enough. And then there is the whining and complaining that I don't do things right any more. The other day, they told me that I cooked their corn-dogs too hot. They were really made about it and demanded that I make cold corn-dogs. So for dinner, I served them frozen. Take that you ungrateful little...!!!
I was only mildly surprised when Nephi actually ate his... yep. Right down to the stick. Well, that plan backfired.