Sick, Sick, Sick

Morning sickness my ASS!

This peanut is giving me nauseousness morning, noon, and night! I do mean this literally.

I'm sick in the morning when I wake up, I'm sick again around 1pm, then again around 10pm! It's horrible!

With Evan I was sick when I woke up, a got it out of my system then I was fine for the rest of the day! I'll take that again please, please?

Scary Spots

Okay so on Sat morning I awoke to spots.

I feeked out a little inside as the day progressed and I prayed and willed it to just STOP!

During my pregnancy with Evan I had several spotting days. But this time I'm more aware of what they could lead to. I was blissfully unaware to the dangers that lay head.

Anyway I continued to pray and will all day at work, I took it as easy as I could. Placing myself at the till as to not be stuck carrying heavy food bags or lifting at all. I was super wussy all day long but I made it through my shift. We went to go see Jordanna at the hospital and my dad afterward. When we got home I checked again and the spotting wasn't getting any worse, but it wasn't totally gone either. I did my best to sleep, but found myself worrying to much, I slept like crap.

The next morning on Sunday I got up and checked right away. Nothing. No spots, nothing.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief! Few! Maybe God is going to let me keep this one.

Luv ya ladies!

Good News, Bad Fears

Okay so as we all know I miscarried the last number 2 child. It was very hard and scary to try again, and frankly I'm still freaked that it will happen again. I didn't want to let myself got to emotionally involved until this morning when I got my first bout of morning sickness. Not that I wasn't taking care of myself, its not like I went out and had a Margaretta. I'm still scared to get my hopes up, too scared to start thinking of names or looking at baby stuff. I'm so scared it will hurt even more this time if the worst should happen.

I am going to say that in the 11 weeks of the last pregnancy I didn't feel any symptoms. No tender boobies, no morning sickness. I just got the grumpies, oily skin and a lot of cramping. This time I'm getting all the normal ones! I'm peeing like crazy, I swear my nipples are going to fall off, and well as explained I got the sickness. So I guess that gives me the hope that all is as it should be, despite my discomfort, it comforting to know my body is doing what it should.

I'm at about 7 weeks with a due date of about Dec 14th.

Well that's it for me today. Have a good one ladies.

Oh Jordanna, if you read this before I get a chance to tell you I'm sorry, but I figured you had enough on your plate right now. I thought I'd keep it on the down low.

I love you ladies.

Its over before it really began.

I noticed some spoting on Wednesday, I noticed some cramping on Thursday. By Friday morning I knew something was up. I tryed calling my OBG-closed. I tryed calling my Family docter-also closed. Earl was home, I told him to call Ave, we're going to Emergency.

To make a long story short the results of this trip to the Sturgeon are horrible. It turns out the baby has not developed since week 8 and my body is just now realizing it.

So that's it, now I wait with pads on hand.

I'm of course devastated. I thought this could never happen to me. My 1st pregnancy was after all problem free. OMG! I can't believe this, I can't believe this, I can't believe this!!!! WHY!!!!!

So I guess this blog ends here.

Good bye number 2.

Please refer back to my 1st blog for future postings.

BBB Yaahoo morning!

Yaahooo!!!!! I actually got some sleep last night! Evan went down to bed at 9pm and didn't come into our room till 7:30! I was so proud of him. He got a special Thomus the Train puffy sticker that I've been saving for very proud moments. I'm hoping this will be a good incentive for him to keep up the good work. A rested Mom is a happy mom after all. My fatigue was starting to hit narcoleptic proportions!

Stickers seem to be the ticket for my boy. He loves them! They're cheep! I love them too. But I think I have to get him a sticker book or something because I keep finding them all over the house. On the tv stand, some of his toys, on the bottom of my socks! I find my feet sticking to the floor sometimes! lol Yup a book is definitely in order! Dollar store here I come!

Well that's pretty much my news. My 1st doc appointment was moved to this coming Monday. (don't ask, lets just say I was once again ready to punch the receptionist in the nose, but she's been fired, so yippy no more screw ups) Anyway so Monday at
3:45 it is.

I also had a doc appointment with our family doctors for 2 reasons. I've been going in every three months about Evan's talking or lack there of. I also wanted to let Dr Anderson know about #2. He was happy that there would soon be another baby in his practice, and gave me a congratulating pat on the back. I said was I was getting rather concerned about the talking issues. I explained about how Evan doesn't get "L" he moves his tong from side to side instead of up and down. This has me concerned, take notice when you talk, your tong is constantly moving up and down! That motion seems like a very important skill for regular talking. Dr Anderson understood my concerns, said he still wasn't overly concerned with the issue, but asked if I wanted to be refereed to a pediatrician who in turn will refer me to a speech therapist. I said heck yes, lets get this ball rolling! I don't want to be dealing with first time speech appointments and a new born at the same time. Maybe if we start earlier we can nip this in the butt before it gets worse. Yes I feel guilty, no I don't really think its all my fault. Being a parent is weird!

Well that's all for me today ladies.

Have a good weekend!

Doc apt...BBB (big boy bed)

Well in one hour is my 1st doc appointment with Dr Coe. Here's hoping he gets the ball rolling. I've felt rather powerless for the last 11 weeks with no real medical proof that baby #2 is on the way. When I hear the heart beat, start getting blood work, ultrasound appointments etc, then all this will be real. Then I'll start stressing about getting the house ready. lol. I guess there's always something.

On the BBB front last night went rather well. I read that we have to just dooke it out, have a battle of wills. I usually win those so I was confident going in:

Here's the steps, relativly simple:

1. Tell them it's bed time in an upbeat loving voice and escort them to their bed.

Evan's reaction: brack down-temper tantrum-threw up (only a little)
My reaction: cleaned up throw up (not the first time-wow Evan throws up a lot- I'm rather used to it now), changed Evan contued to step 2.

2. Tell them its bed time in a calm but firm voice and escort them back to bed.

Evan's reaction: brack down-temper tantrum-no throw up this time.
My reaction: went and sat at the end of my bed peeking into the room. He could see me too.

3. Every time they leave the bed say nothing and escort them back.

Evan's reaction: after 5 escorts-total battle time 1 hour: down to whimpering, sat at the end until he passed out and fell backward.

My reaction: A happy dance that involved some moves stolen from John Travolta. I entered room moved Evan to the middle of the bed safely between the bed rails.

Result: He slept most of the night. At 12:30 we had a Sam related incident but Evan returned to sleep when the cat was removed from his head. He again woke at 6:30 and by then my will was gone, he slept with us until 8:30.

Well there you go ladys. It works. I hope you file the 3 step BBB or BGB program until you need it.

Have a good one!

Big boy bed OMG what an under taking!

Well its now the morning of the 3rd night since Evan has been moved to a big boy bed. At first he was getting so upset about bed time he would instantly throw up every where. So I've made us a doc appointment to make sure its not acid reflux. Apparently its quite common in toddlers when they get really upset. If he doesn't have it then he's doing it for attention, which means I can feel less sorry for him and more firm with him.

Each night is getting progressively better. The first night I spent more time in his bed then my own, the second night he slept for about 4 whole hours before the crying started. Then last nights awakes may have been more of a result of Sam coming into the room and snuggling Evan out of a sound sleep. He'll just have to get used to Sam, or used to sleeping with his door closed.

We've now nick named 4 of Evan's stuffies "The bed time 4" Spider Man, Tiger, Elephant and blue puppy make up the group. God forbid the bed time four isn't in bed when Evan is. When he was in his crib we would go through them and show Evan they where there, puppy would lick his face, elephant would make his semi elephant noise etc. Since we've been waiting for Evan to fall a sleep in our arms down stairs then carry him upstairs the bed time 4 have gone to the back burner. I figure we'll get him sleeping through the night in his new bed, then we'll work on the bed time routine again. Call me crazy but cleaning up throw up every night isn't fun, so screw it! I'm doing the no cry method, I don't have the energy for anything else.

I'm all dried up on the energy! The sleepless nights are only adding to my hormonal grumpiness. Well here's hoping Evan sleeps through the night, I may try and close the door to keep Sammy out. Evan can open it if he needs me. I'll let you know how it goes!

Luv ya ladies.