Friday, February 11, 2011

Prenatal Update: 28/29 Weeks

A week ago today I went in for my 28 week prenatal appointment. I still can't believe I'm this close to my due date. In most ways these last six months have gone very fast. Jackson and I are doing great.

I received the results from my glucose test and I passed with flying colors. The only concern is my iron levels which, if I remember right, I had to pay attention to with the girls, too. I guess it's a good thing I have a lot of elk in my freezer!

I was worried about my weight because I was suddenly feeling very pregnant. The midwife laughed when I told her that. Up until the last few weeks I kept forgetting I am pregnant. Being so busy with my other three kids has contributed to that memory loss I'm sure. I was relieved when she told me I have gained a total of 11 lbs so far. Since my appointment I have tried to avoid mindless snacking and I am feeling so much better.

My cravings are for "man foods." Lots of meat and potatoes and onions. Why onions? I don't understand that one. I also had a strong craving for a milkshake this week. It seems that most of my cravings are random.

I had a craving for these caramels topped with sea salt that someone told me about. When I went to the store to get them I found out that they only carry them during the Christmas holidays. After wandering around the store to see if I could find anything that could fill its place, I left pouting and disappointed. Then I went to my mom's and complained to her and asked for her caramel recipe. I still don't have the recipe but she did help me make the caramels. And they were scrumptious! I am so her favorite!

I realize that I promised a picture after last month's update and have yet to deliver on that promise. I would jump up and take one now but I am fighting an awful head cold and don't really feel photogenic at the moment.

I can assure you that my tummy is growing. Hazel and Amelia have a very hard time getting comfortable sitting in my lap. Hazel just gives up and will sit next to me. Amelia insist on doing her kitty cat roll and will flop and turn until she feels comfortable. Which usually leaves me in the most uncomfortable and squished position possible. If it was a once a day occurrence I would probably not even notice. But she sits on my lap for about 2 minutes and then gets down to play and is back in about 5 minutes for another round. She needs to be close to her momma. I wonder how this will work when I'm nursing.

Jackson is moving a lot now. I can watch his movement through my shirt. Hot Hubby has had many a shoving match with Jackson already. Usually in the early morning. When I'm trying to sleep.

Hazel and Abiah have both felt him move but Hazel has been very hesitant to hold her hand on my tummy to feel his kicks. I was kind of sad about this for awhile. When I asked her why she didn't want to feel him she said, "I don't want him to kick me!" Word choice matters!

I am definitely nesting. I have a list of projects on the fridge and I am hoping to rope Hot Hubby into working through a few of them this weekend. I realized that I need to go register soon. I completely forgot about that!

I have a few boxes of hand-me-downs from family so we are pretty set for 0-3 month clothes but there are a few bigger items that we need to get before he gets here.

Since he will be in our room for the first few months and then in the same room as his sisters for awhile I don't have a nursery to show you. But you can go here to see the crib set we've chosen. Super cute, huh?

I go back in the last Friday of this month and then I start going in every two weeks! So close!

Thursday, February 10, 2011


While trying to explain the difference between cows, bulls and oxen to Abiah I explain that oxen are male cows that can't have babies.

His response: "Oh, they can't have babies, so that's why they grow horns."



When I took Hazel to go potty she showed me the condensation on the toilet tank with concern. "That's ok. It's just moisture, Hazel," I assured her.

"No, it's not, " she argued.

This went back and forth a few times before she said, "It's water!"

"You're right, " I replied. "Water is moisture."

"No, it's not," she argued again.

"Well, what is water then?"

"It's when we wash our hands and we put some soap, um um um, that's water."

"And what is moisture?"

"It's when there's water in the toilet and we put a bird in there. And then we put soap in there and we mix it round and round. Then we wash it off...That's what that be's"

Oh! Okay...


When I asked Hazel if she knows what Attentive means she said, "Yes. Its means when we put duckies in the bath tub."


Hazel woke up the other morning from a bad dream crying and yelling for me. She claimed that the mice bit her and she was pointing to the same "hippo" that Amelia bit the other day.

After assuring her once more that there are no mice in our house, I reminded her that Amelia bit her and told her she had just had a bad dream and would be just fine.

When we came down stairs she informed Abiah that, "Amelia and the mice bit me!"

I reminded her, "No. It was just a bad dream."

"My bad dream bit me!"


While eating dinner, Hazel was sitting on her legs in her chair. When she moved to put her feet in front of her she complained, "Mom! My feet are buzzing."

Nathan and I explained to her that it was just the blood coming back into her feet.

The next morning after breakfast she came and, putting her foot in my face, said, "Mom. My blood's doing it again!"


I was wearing a shirt with 3/4 length sleeves. Abiah asked me, "Is your shirt too small or is it supposed to look like that?"


I asked Hazel if she knows what brave means. "It's when Daddy pushes Uncle Dan in the toilet."

Uncle Dan is a man from church who is over six foot and I think he boasts that he's close to 300lbs. He also happens to work at the county jail. So I guess that would be considered brave. Or stupid!


Potty talk (or poopoo talk) has been curb for the most part in our house. I rarely have to correct the kids for it right now. Last night I was talking to Amelia about how chubby she is.

Me: "You have a chubby chin!"

Amelia: "Tubby tin!"

Me: "You have chubby cheeks!"

Amelia: "Tubby teeks!"

Me: "Chubby belly!"

Amelia: "Tubby bewy!"

Me: "You have a chubby butt!"

Amelia: "Tubby..." then pointing her finger at me in disapproval, "Poopoo cok, mom!"


Abiah is still quite perplexed about just how the Doctors are going to get Jackson out of me. The other day during lunch he commented, "Jackson doesn't have a mom."

"Yes, he does," I argued. "I'm his mom!"

"Well, I mean he's not born yet. Which, Mom, I just can't figure it out. Because I've seen your mouth and it's not that big and I know how big Jackson will probably be when he's born and that's the only hole in and out. So I just don't know how he's going to get out of you!"

While stifling laughter and allowing my heart to slow to a regular pace I said, "Well, God made a special way for babies to be born. Mommy will tell you more about it later."

I think it's later. There are too many questions and too many questions coming, I'm sure. We ordered this book series to help us out. Have you had this conversation with your kids? Did you have any books to help out? Tell me how it went!