Thursday, March 31, 2011

Today was a BIG day

A couple days ago, Novan demonstrated that he could do this:

He can open the car door. It may not sound that big but opening the door to my big SUV is not easy because the handle is higher up and when you finally get enough leverage to pull it open and you're only 30 or so pounds, the force can knock you on your butt. But Novan's got it covered.
Ok so maybe it's still not that exciting so I'll get to the really exciting part. Today, Novan insisted on putting on his own seat belt. He usually does the clicking part but I always have to wait for him to get it, pull the slack out and hold it til he gets the thing plugged in.

And he did the whole thing today! I didn't have to do a thing to help him!
Of course, in her unmistakable desire not to be outdone, Beya decides she is just as capable as Novan (she's actually right about that) and she insists on putting on her own seatbelt as well!

Usually I have to do the whole thing with her as she whines that she can't get it clicked in and all that baloney. It's easier, when you are getting 3 kids loaded into a vehicle to not pick that particular battle of what they can and can't do because most of the time you're cutting it pretty close on time schedules. Fights while getting ready to leave or getting in the car are ones I personally try to avoid which is why I guess my kids haven't been able to this until now.

Here she is all proud of herself.

I made sure to lavish the praise on both of them. Iyov saw how much attention they were getting and wanted to put his own seat belt on which, of course, is relatively impossible when you're not even 2 and when you're wearing a 5-point harness. However, I made sure to let him know I appreciated his effort.
I cannot even express how much easier my life will be now that TWO of my kids can get in the car all by themselves AND buckle their seat belts. I've been wondering how I'm going to manage getting any more pregnant and still be buckling seat belts in the third row. Furthermore, how am I going to reach back there when I have an extra carseat or two in the second row? Well now I don't have to think about it!
Could life get ANY better than this?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Some things I just know

When I had an ultrasound at 12 weeks when I was pregnant with Novan, I immediately started thinking of that little jumping lima bean as a boy. I kept referring to "him" and when we came up with names, we focused on boy names. I honestly don't even remember what girl name we had picked out or even if we did pick one out. So when I had the 18 week ultrasound I was hardly surprised to hear that I was having a boy.

When I was pregnant with Beya, I just knew she was a girl. I don't remember caring one way or the other what the sex was but I was sure she was a girl. When I was getting my 18 week ultrasound the doctor asked, "Do you want to know the sex?" to which I replied, "It's a girl isn't it?" And she was.

With Iyov I never had an ultrasound. But I knew he was a boy. I was certain. People would ask, "Do you know what you're having?" and I would reply, "Not really but I'll be shocked if it's not a boy." We focused on boy names and when he was born I held his slippery body in my arms without even looking at the sex. It was some time after he came out that I thought to confirm what I was so sure of. Yep, a boy. It seemed so natural that he was a boy and thinking back on it, it's pretty funny to me that I forgot to check.

And so with this last and final pregnancy I think my intuition is kicking in again. Brad says I have an aversion to being wrong and well I think most people don't like to be wrong and for me, I don't really declare things one way or the other unless I feel strongly. I've been on the fence about this whole twins or no twins thing for a while but a couple weeks ago my mind was clear and my senses well intact when I determined that I am, in fact, carrying two. A boy and a girl, which, I believe, is why I have been so out of sorts with having no clue what the sex is. My midwife has yet to confirm or deny it so I'm making my inspired declaration now before it can be so I can look back and say "I told you so." I told the midwife on my last visit that I know when my body is acting strangely and it behooves me not to ignore it when it's acting out of sorts. There's always a reason that my body is acting differently. You read all kinds of literature saying how pregnancy can vary drastically from one pregnancy to the next and how unpredictable it is. Well my body is anything but unpredictable. My pregnancies up until this one have been practically mirror images of each other with little variance in pregnancy symptoms, labor, and delivery. All that might be enough to make me suspicious but my belief is based on more than just odd pregnancy symptoms. I just know. Could I be wrong? Of course. I could be totally wrong but I don't think I am.

For your viewing pleasure I've included my most recent belly photo. I actually never took belly pictures with my last pregnancies but I've been rather obsessed with my belly size this time around. You would be to if your stomach was growing at the rate mine is. Those of you who have seen me pregnant before, especially multiple times will appreciate how positively huge I look for only being 26 1/2 weeks. My pregnancy with Iyov was kind of a blur because of our whole house flooding thing but I remember distinctly with Novan and Beya only beginning to show at this point. I am not exaggerating when I say I am bigger than when I was ready to deliver my first two.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Pink Toilet Paper

After we dropped off Novan at school today, Beya asked where we were going. I replied, "To Wal-Mart to get toilet paper."
Beya said, "What kind of toilet paper?"
Me: "The regular kind."
Beya: "No! WHAT KIND?"
Me: "Beya I'm not sure what you are talking about but it's going to be plain white toilet paper."
Beya: "White toilet paper? No, I don't want white toilet paper."
Me: "Well what kind do you want?"
Beya: "Pink toilet paper!"
Me: (giggling) Beya they don't make pink toilet paper.
Beya: (notices me laughing) "Well I want pink!"

She pretty much goes on about pink toilet paper but eventually stops when I finally stop laughing at her. The funnier part is that all day today she has spouted off random toilet paper colors in mid-conversation simply to get a reaction.
Me: "Beya do you want some string cheese with lunch?"
Beya: "BLACK TOILET PAPER!" (giggling)

Me: "Beya it's nap time."

Me while trying to sew something: "Beya stop playing with my fabric."

This went on all day long and each time Beya would crack herself up. I think she could probably handle some kind of standup routine. I also think she'd be the perfect candidate for "Kids say the Darndest Things" because she always has an answer for everything even if it doesn't make any sense... because she has explanations for her answers too. She is such a riot. When we were at Wal-Mart actually picking out the toilet paper she points to one package and asks, "Is that the kind of toilet paper bears use?"
Me: (laughing because it's the Charmin kind with the bears from the commercials on it) "No bears don't actually use toilet paper. That's just on TV."
Beya: "Yeah... they wipe their butts and the pieces are stuck behind so they have to get them off."
Thanks Charmin. Thanks alot.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


That was my weight on the scale today. Holy crap! I have never in my life been 170. I think 163 or something is my max ever and that was when I was 9 months pregnant with Iyov. I kind of wonder if it's all blending in in some fashion that's not noticeable because other than my belly and uh chest area I don't feel like I am bigger but 30 pounds is hiding somewhere and I sure feel it. I feel like an old lady or something. Doing manual labor for an hour almost incapacitates me as I hobble around afterwards from my sciatica which becomes more and more pronounced the more pregnant I become. Sciatic nerve pain has been my issue since pregnancy number one and yes I've seen a chiropractor in the past and no it's not any better. I don't really believe in chiropractors so maybe it's a self-fulfilling prophecy or something, but that's probably a whole nother blog post. (Sorry Lisa :-))
Besides the nerve pain, I'm just carrying more weight and it tires me out incredibly fast. I helped Brad carry a desk (not a huge one) up the stairs the other day and when we got up there, I had to sit for a good while to catch my breath. It felt like I'd sprinted up the stairs with the desk instead of crept carefully.
Ok, I normally am not one to care about or notice the scale much but when you see your weight shoot up so fast it's rather disconcerting. I'm going to have a lot of work to do when this is all over and I fear how much bigger I will get. Aren't you supposed to gain most of the weight at the end of the 2nd trimester and beginning of the 3rd? I don't even think I'm overeating either. I'm only eating when I'm hungry which happens to be almost constantly. I start having weird things happen to my urine strip when I don't meet the demands of my stomach while pregnant and I'm a firm believer in good diet being the number one way to avoid pregnancy complications. As I mentioned before, I despise eating, especially when pregnant. EVERY meal is a chore to me so I just want to know what the devil is going on in my uterus!
Someone want to commit to being my gym buddy starting in July?