It has thankfully been a less eventful last few weeks. We've had Daniel back at home for the past 2 weeks now and I've been with him all day alone for the past week and a half. It's so good having him home, but I will say that all though I missed him like crazy, I really needed that time alone.
He's grown up so much. He had still been eating in a high chair at home, but he transitioned at Mimi and Pa's house, and now he sits at the table like a big boy. I've started giving him more tasks to do as well, and enjoy watching him gain his independence. He helps me out in the kitchen. He helps pick things up and does little tasks with me like dusting. He also loves helping me carry bags in from the store, so I always try to make sure I have one or two light weight ones. Although, if he deems a bag too heavy, he'll carry it to the bottom porch step and abandon it.
The boy is smart. Like freaky smart sometimes. He's on the emotional level of any kid his age, but he excels in other areas. He knows our address including city and state. He knows my phone number including area code. You tell him basically anything and he will not forget it. People always think he's four or older when they talk to him. So yeah. That's my brag on Daniel!
He of course has his ornery side too. It cracks me up because even if he's had a really good day, if you ask him if he was good he'll say, "I was a little bit naughty" and then tell me that one kind of naughty thing he did hours before. Silly kid.
He makes us laugh a lot. He's got quite the sense of humor. He totally understand jokes and will make some up himself too. Plus he's all of a sudden into making up words and then cracking himself up by using them. Never a dull moment.
This pregnancy has been far rougher than with Daniel. It was going fast until around 27 weeks or so when I ended up in the hospital the first time. Time slowed down to snails pace after that. Instead of being like, "Holy crap! I'm 33 weeks!" I'm more like, "Holy crap. I still have 7 weeks left??" Don't get me wrong. I am so thankful that James is healthy and that I indeed am still pregnant with him and not having to figure out at the moment how to split time between home and a NICU.
I feel like I'm wearing out sooner too. My body aches. It's starting to hurt to walk. I feel okay once I'm moving, but after I sit down and have to get going again...ouch! I didn't have Braxton Hicks with Daniel until the last couple of weeks, and even then they were super sporadic.With James I've had them many times a day for the past 5 weeks. Sometimes they're a bit intense too. I have a weaker bladder this time around, so beyond peeing every 5 minutes, sneezing and coughing prove to be a problem too. I have my good days where I do a bunch of fun things with Daniel, and then I'll have a day where I'm thanking God for Netflix because I feel sick and it entertains the boy.
The worst though? The heartburn and reflux. Oh, the reflux. Yeah. I had it with Daniel. Yeah. It was bad then too, but this time around it hit a whole new level. I've woken up choking, gasping for air, coughing up blood and my newest issue, throwing up. Tums.are worthless. Zanac (2 extra stength) are useless. Prilosec? Useless. Nexium (the best OTC out there)...not useless. It was working, except I was having some bad side effects in the intestinal department if you catch my drift. (I seriously have no modesty left). So, I'm down to chugging Maalox, and trying another OTC. Trying to limit my food intake at night too. But here's the thing. Unless you've been there...having a baby squishing your insides and all, you do not fully understand. I can go 12 hours with no food and only water and I will STILL have heartburn and reflux. Not even joking one bit. Sometimes it's so bad that the pain radiates to my jaw, shoulders and back. If you Google these symptoms it will tell you you're having a heart attack by the way. Then there will be a disclaimer that if you're pregnant it's probably just the child inside of you pushing everything back up. Made me laugh!
My last ultrasound showed the placenta moving though, so that was good news. I'm praying so hard that Friday when I go again it will have moved those 3mm, and I can get the all clear for a vaginal delivery. I'm terrified of a c-section, so I've been trying to put it out of my mind for now.
So, there ya have it. Tales of an exhausted, pregnant Momma. Glad to get some complaining out, but I am so thankfully for my little boys!
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