Update Time

Ugh...been awhile again...sorry I do that sometimes. Although, now that you all know I'm pregnant perhaps you might understand why a little more. This pregnancy is about the same as Easton's pregnancy: breaking out horribly, SOOOOO tired, aversion to raw chicken, bloating etc. that already makes me look 4 months along, you know...all that fun stuff. Although one thing is different with this pregnancy: the "morning" sickness is much worse. With Easton I was merely nauseaus all the time from about 6.5 weeks till about 14 weeks. I lost 10 pounds with him in the first trimester. Yet I never got sick. This time, the nausea started about a week before (5.5 weeks) and I even ended up in the E.R. from dehydration! I'm on prescription medication for the nausea/pukies now. It's better to where I'm no longer losing my cookies, however it's not perfect. I rarely make dinner anymore and usually it's hard to find something that sounds good. Interestingly, mornings are when I feel the best and then it all gets worse as the day goes on. I really hope it ends with the first trimester. Poor Easton has been stuck inside watching too much TV while I lay around lately. I think his behavior suffers from not getting out as much and I feel bad but can't make myself do much more.

Anyway, that's what's going on with me. Oh, and since some of you might have a few questions about things that you might be afraid to ask let me give you the answers to a few FAQs: Yes, this baby was planned. It happened the first cycle of trying (AGAIN!!). No, we will not be finding out the gender this time either. Yes, I will be having a repeat C-section. We're of course hoping to make it to term this time and I have a due date of March 3rd, however, with scheduled C-sections they usually aim for a couple of weeks early so you don't go into labor on your own before then. So, maybe around 38 weeks or so. Nothing is scheduled yet, of course.

Well, going back to last week, we had a lovely time visiting while my sister Jessica was in town. She babysat Easton while I went to a very long OB appointment. She was even able to put him down for his nap which is super.

Oh!!! We bought a new car! On Saturday. It's a Saturn Vue, white. It's named George. I always name my cars. First I had Jane Honda and then Peter "Petey" Honda. Now George. I was suprisingly sad to see Petey go. He was my very first new car and I got him all by myself fresh from my divorce. My ex always got the fancy new things for himself so since I was rid of him I got myself a new car. Anyway, hopefully it's just pregnancy hormones but I admit I found myself crying on the way to drop him off. It's been a special car--we brought Easton home in it. Oh well. He's gone now. I like the new car pretty well although it has some cheeseball wood paneling on the dash that I hate. But it's got a V6 Honda engine and other cool features. Anyway...that's our big news of recent.

Moving along...here's another cute picture of Easton in the bath.

And here he is in a "like father like son" moment reading a book during a diaper change.

He's been doing that a lot lately and then won't give me the book back when I'm done. Yesterday I started making up a Humpty Dumpty song to go along with the book and he said, "Mama!" and shook his head no. But then he decided to start singing something himself which was too cute even if he doesn't know the right words. Or many words at all. I just like the book distraction technique--keeps his hands busy and him laying still till I'm done. And it's just so funny that he holds it like he does and turns the pages and all.

Oh, and guess what the little stuntman did last night: fell off the arm of the couch (again) on to his train and cut/bit his lip. He grew a big ol' fat lip. See...

At first we couldn't tell why he was crying so hard--did he land funny? his arm was all bent, so was his leg? Then J saw the blood gushing from his mouth. So, then we couldn't see through the blood to what was actually hurt inside--did he bite his tongue?, did he knock out a tooth? He bit his lip or smashed it between his teeth and the train. Either way, it's cut. And it's not pretty. I'll post a link to a picture if you want to see but I won't put it up here just in case some of you get the heebie jeebies easily.

Jason remarked how calm I seemed during the whole incident. I take that as a compliment most of the time but I was a little sad I didn't get more worked up about my own child's injuries. I used to take pride in my level headedness during traumas or during L&D emergencies. Co-workers would always say how they liked having me around in those times, but my own kid? I probably should've been more instinctive. I just didn't know what was wrong with him yet and until I did, no reason to freak. That's funny because that's so unlike me in day to day life: I'm a big worrier. But, only once I know what I'm worrying about I guess. Anyhoo...

Baby John didn't come yesterday. His mom couldn't find the keys. But he came today and I discovered a rash. He had a red cheek when he got here that neither his mom or I really thought anything of, but once I saw the rash on his trunk I called her. So far we don't know what it is, he's heading to the doctor this afternoon. I'm really hoping it's something simple and non-contagious like eczema, but I'm fearing the worst (see I'm a worrier). My prediction is Fifth Disease...a common childhood illness and I don't really worry about E getting it (suprisingly). However, it is NOT GOOD for pregnant women, especially in the first trimester. Great! I'm anxious to hear what Baby John's doc says. Eek! I'll keep you all posted. Promise.