I went to the doctor yesterday morning…for the 32 week check-up.  Told the doctor I was tired…he came back with “you’re chasing a toddler, and 32 weeks pregnant…I can’t help you there.”  Now that’s reassuring! 

I also told him I thought June 13 (yes, Friday that 13th) would be a good day to have this sucker.  One, its just my luck…and Two, it is two weeks early(due date actually June 28) …so, I’d probably be okay with the superstition that bad things happen on that day just to have this precious little bundle out.

So, I’m takin’ bets…Person closest to the day will win some sort of a prize…yet to be determined…perhaps the first dirty diaper, or the little nose-sucker thingy from the hospital.  I’m just kidding of course…there will be a prize, and it will be cooler than those things.

So, leave me a comment as to the arrival date…you can guess gender too if you’d like, and I’ll get back to you in 6-10 (don’t they say two weeks on either side?) weeks with a winner.  Thanks for playing! (I kindof feel like the lottery…in that spirit, you can’t win if you don’t play!)

Ellie’s been taking naps in her new toddler bed, but we haven’t been brave enough to have her sleep all night in it yet. For the last week, she has been deciding to go to bed in her bed, without rocking, and has laid down beautifully around 8:30 or 9:00 and gone to bed. What a big girl she’s getting to be!

Last night when she decided she was ready to go to sleep, she chases me into her room and says “big girl bed”, so we let her crawl up into it. She laid down and went right to sleep, and I haven’t heard anything out of her yet this morning.

I’m so proud of her…and kind-of sad that perhaps our rocking days have come to an end…good thing she’ll have a sibling in two months to pick up that slack.

I never thought i was that kind of a mom…wanting to hold on to the little-ness. I guess she proves me wrong again. We’re going to blame the sappiness on being pregnant.

So I had the blood glucose test this morning.  This was not a test I was looking forward to…since when pregnant with Ellie, I didn’t pass it the first time, sending me to the hospital for the three hour test (which i then threw up…)All around…a bad experience. 

I have been dreading this test for two and a half weeks now…it seemed like every time I scheduled it, I would get the flu the weekend before and have to postpone.  I’m pretty sure the doctor’s office thought I was just never going to take the thing.

The tips I got for passing it (or at least getting the best reading I could) was to not eat carbs, specifically bread, white rice, pasta or potatoes for 48 hours before the test.  Since what I normally eat is mainly carbs, i knew this was going to be a challenge, but thought if it helped me pass, i was game to try anything. 

So, last night, I’m looking in the fridge to see what I can snack on and all i see is the yummy carbs I can’t eat…and then today after the test, I’m looking in the fridge to see what I can snack on and I can’t find anything. 

Isn’t this ironic…all I wanted before and couldn’t have is what I don’t want now.  Human nature?  Wanting what we can’t have…

(on a side note…I did pass it.  134 was my reading…it just had to be below 140, so all in all, feeling pretty good about it – and loving the carbs I’m eating now!)

They say all expecting moms go through it. I don’t know so much about that. I swear I never did with Ellie and most of my family would tell you that I don’t have a nesting bone in my body. I mainly see it as “cleaning” that needs to get done before the baby shows up.

Since I have only three months to go, we decided it was about time we switch some things up and make room for the new baby before I get any fatter and can’t move anything.

We attempted to do this this past weekend. (I thought the early stages of the flu were just stomach cramps from doing too much while moving by the way)

Here is the mess/ “creative process” at the height of it.

I am now proud to say that we have a new office (formerly Ellie’s room), and Ellie has a new room she’ll share with the baby (formerly the office).

While I still find myself walking into the office to look for something for Ellie and into her bedroom to log on to the computer, I’m sure the confusion will slip away soon…along with the rest of my mind. Nathan doesn’t seem to be having any problem with the relocation…perhaps pregnancy brain is not something to mess with and it isn’t the best time to rearrange furniture. All I can say is that when this baby comes out, and hopefully some of my brain cells return, people are going to be amazed at what I am actually capable of.