Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A trip to the Children's Museum

Harrison's in a playgroup that meets every other Tuesday, and this go around we decided to pack the kiddos up and venture into Houston to the Children's Museum. My friend Trina has a membership that got the adults in free and we also packed our own lunches - so it was a pretty cheap fieldtrip. (Although I guess I should point out that we learned that no outside food or drinks are allowed in...we were reprimanded halfway through our lunch...whoops!)

As soon as we got into the toddler area, Harrison made a beeline for this red truck. I think he would have stayed in it the entire time if I hadn't dragged him to check out the other stuff. What can I say? The boy loves his cars and trucks!

He also enjoyed the ball pit.

But we had to move on to other things when he started chunking all the balls out.

Back to the truck he went. This time his friend Hamilton joined him.

Then he discovered this little walkway, and couldn't get enough of it. It's inclined on one end, has little bumps and dips in the middle, and steps on the other end. Poor kid hasn't mastered going down steps yet, which meant that I spent the majority of the time chasing him and making sure he didn't tumble face first.

Aaaand, back to the truck he went. This time he was showing his friend Carter how it works.

Before we left, we attempted a group shot with all the kids. Which, even in strollers isn't an easy feat.

At least they're all sort of looking in the direction of the camera in this one. Aren't they all just too cute?

Lauren & Lucas, Carter, Harrison, and Hamilton

Monday, January 24, 2011

20 Weeks, and an update.

20 week belly shot

Please ignore the fact that I'm in pjs with no makeup on...I figured if I didn't take the picture tonight it wouldn't get taken. Besides, if I'm being totally honest I wear pjs quite a bit these days, ha! 

Pregnancy Highlights:

How Far Along: 20 weeks

Size of baby: Chicklet is about 6 1/2 inches long, or roughly the length of a banana.

Total Weight Gain/Loss: 13 lbs. Waist gain: 8 inches.

Maternity Clothes: A little bit of both.

Gender: A sweet baby girl. I have been in heaven the past couple of weeks working on nursery ideas and picking out her bedding!

Movement: I feel her move all the time and I love it! Rick can also feel her move now. He will kiss and talk to my belly and Harrison gets so mad and tries to get between us. I might need some advice on how to deal with these jealousy issues!

Sleep: I'm sleeping pretty good these days.

What I miss: Having more than 3 outfits to wear, ha!

Cravings: Chocolate milk, bacon, and still anything sour. Rick was so sweet and went by CVS and bought out their entire stock of Cry Baby Gum and surprised me with it. They only had about 10 packages or so, so he stopped by another and bought their entire stock, too! The good news is it was all on major clearance. The bad news is it's because I think they are going to stop carrying it. It's the only place we've found that has it, so uh oh!

Symptoms: No more vomiting, hallelujah! Still a little nausea, but I can so deal with it. I've been having a lot of headaches lately but it may be weather/sinus related?

Best Moment this week: Reaching the half way mark!


Now for the oh so riveting update on the drama in my uterus, which I'm sure you're all dying to hear. Who doesn't love details about someone else's placenta? :)

Some people deal with issues by remaining in denial about them but I'm the complete opposite. I deal with problems best by obsessively researching and learning as many facts and figures as possible. I'm a total numbers and statistics person...in my opinion, knowledge is power (and sort of a way for me to regain control....ah, those good ol' control issues) and so I went to the doctor fully prepared with my list of questions. I left feeling a lot better. Even if things don't go the best possible way, at least I know what to prepare for.

- Since it's early, he is optimistic about the chances of the placenta to move up at least a little bit. Since my previa is complete, the statistics that it will self-correct aren't as great as if it were just low-lying or marginal. I think at this point I have about a 50/50 shot that it will move up and not be an issue.

-We will continue scanning every few weeks via ultrasound to see if it's making progress and reassess the situation after each scan. I go back on Feb. 14 for my next ultrasound.

-Until the next ultrasound (at least), I am to remain on strict pelvic rest and minimize my activity somewhat (I'm sure Rick is soooo stoked to give up sex in exchange for vacuuming, right? :) Ha!). I asked him if I need to limit how much I carry Harrison, which goes hand in hand with leaving the house, and he told me that there is no need for me to drastically change my lifestyle at this point. For the most part, I'm still able to go about my normal activities and I'll just need to exercise common sense and cut back where it's practical. Obviously I am going to be cautious and take it as easy as possible but at least I don't feel like I need to be living in fear (and seclusion!).

And now for the scary part. I have to keep reminding myself not to be scared of the scary part because my placenta could very well move on up and out of the way and this could totally be a non-issue. And if not, then at least I know what to expect and can be as prepared as possible:

-If my placenta chooses not to cooperate and the previa stays complete, it can get ugly. My chances for having a "herald bleed" (which from my understanding is an episode of hemorrhaging that usually stops after a short period) is pretty high, around 70-80%. He told me that I would go immediately to the hospital, they would admit me and control the bleeding and I would stay on hospital bed rest until it was time to deliver via c-section. I asked him when the spontaneous bleeding would typically take place and obviously it is case by case. He's had some patients make it to 38 weeks and others admitted before 30 weeks.

So please continue to pray for that stubborn placenta of mine to shift on up. At this point we are just taking it ultrasound to ultrasound and I'm going to do my best not to worry until I know for sure it will remain an issue. Thanks, everybody!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Fishies, and a prayer request.

This morning I took Harrison on his first trip to the aquarium. I've been subbing at our church's PeeWeeVille School lately, which means that H gets to go too. So far he's done really well (with the exception of a few tears when I say goodbye or when he sees me throughout the day in another classroom) and I think the social interaction with other babies has been good for him, especially considering he will have a baby sister in a few months. Today was PWV's field trip to Moody Gardens in Galveston and it was a lot of fun!

It was so funny -- the very first exhibit was the seals. A giant one kept swimming in circles and would swoop by really close to the glass. Harrison's eyes got SO big and he smiled and pointed and said "buh-bee?" That's what he calls the puppies. Apparently the huge brown blob of a seal reminded him of Sydney. I do have to say that they do kind of resemble each other, ha!

Why is Sydney swimming in the water?!

Digging the seals

Whoa! Look at all those fishies!


Why is this annoying bar in my way?

Making the appropriate "fishy face"

My little man all bundled up

Harrison & Mommy

And now I have to ask you all for your prayers. On the way to the aquarium I got a phone call from my OB's office. The results came back from the anatomy ultrasound. Everything looks great with the baby (praise God) but I have a pregnancy complication called placenta previa. Basically, my placenta is down too low and covering my cervix. There are varying degrees between partial, marginal, and complete, and unfortunately mine is complete (completely covering the cervix). If it stays where it is, there are a lot of risks associated to my health and the baby's, it could easily lead to bed rest, and a vaginal delivery will be out of the question. You can read all about it on the link if you want to, but I just did and if I'm being honest, it really scared me. The nurse didn't make it sound nearly as concerning and told me that since it's still early there's time for it to shift up to where it needs to be. She put me on strict "pelvic rest" (I'm sure you can figure out what that means) and told me to limit my activity and heavy lifting. She also told me that if I have any bleeding than to call immediately (I haven't had any bleeding at all so let's pray it stays that way). I already had a doctor appt. scheduled for Monday so he'll give me more info when I see him.

I'm trying to stay calm about this and not freak out, which if you know me you know goes completely against my nature when it comes to stuff like this (funny how I just wrote a post about how I'm a relaxed and confident mom...oh the irony). My obvious concerns are about the baby's health and mine and of course I will do whatever it takes to keep growing and baking her until she's healthy and ready to meet the world. But the thought of going on bed rest scares me to death. How would that even work with a very active toddler? And how am I not supposed to pick my son up and carry him? He's walking well, but if he's not walking where he wants to walk (read: mommy grabs his hand and directs him away from danger) he turns into a limp noodle and refuses to even stand up. So please send up some prayers for us that my placenta would migrate up to where it needs to go, that I don't have any bleeding that could lead to dangerous complications, that I'm able to take it easy as much as possible to avoid bed rest, and that my nerves (and mind) would calm down and find peace in God's plans. I so appreciate it. I'll update as soon as I talk to my doctor on Monday.

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Today, I was totally THAT mom.

Before I had Harrison I had a suspicion that I was going to be one of those parents who was over the top paranoid when it came to my baby's health and safety. You know, the good-intentioned-yet-nevertheless-annoyingly-obnoxious type. The type that puts the stop sign on the carrier so nobody dares to so much as glance at their baby, much less touch them. The type who has the pediatrician's number on speed dial and calls them on a daily basis. The type who sanitizes everything in sight, because omg my baby can't come into contact with a single germ or he will DIE!  (No offense to you if you are that type of parent. Like I said, I thought I was going to be, too)

I have to say, though, I feel like I transitioned into motherhood quite naturally. Of course I've had a few moments where I felt scared or overwhelmed and at a loss for what to do in certain situations. But mostly, I've remained far more level-headed and cool and confident than I ever anticipated my neurotic self to be. I realized very early on that there was much beyond my control and that, for my sanity, I needed to adopt Rick's "go with the flow" mentality. I learned that if my son wanted to chew or lick or munch on germy grossness then more than likely he would find a way to chew or lick or munch on germy grossness. I did my best to prevent it, but when it happened I did the next most healthy thing: shudder, and then file it away in the denial section of the brain and poof! It never happened, right? And when he's gotten sick, I've learned to take a step back from the Mommy Panic Instinct and instead evaluate the situation to see if a doctor's appointment is even necessary (and usually, it hasn't been).

Except for today. Today the Mommy Panic Instinct totally dominated me. A couple of days ago I noticed that Harrison had a what looked like a blister forming on his gums. It was a lot farther back in his mouth than where his teeth should be coming in, so I knew it couldn't be that. It was swollen and red, and he wouldn't let me touch it. Today it was even bigger and the tip of it was white. I somehow convinced myself that it was a cyst, or an infected splinter from chewing on his crib, or some sort of disease (there's actually one called Hand Foot Mouth Disease...I don't have a clue what the symptoms are, but hello? Blister in mouth. Red flag.), or even something far worse. So this afternoon I picked up the phone and called his pediatrician. As I waited for them to call me back, I started getting really anxious. I called my mom to ask her opinion and get some reassurance. We chatted about possible causes and I tried to sound calm and nonchalant, but by this point I was pretty sure there was a terrible malignant tumor growing in my son's jaw. I was starting to get those knots in my stomach and when I heard the beep of the other line, I immediately clicked over to see if I needed to rush my sick little baby in to see his doctor.

Um, that would be a negative.

Because, appaaaaarently, babies get their first set of molars right after their first birthday. Which is why they're called their ONE YEAR MOLARS. Yeah, parenting fail on my end. I thought they didn't get their molars until at least 2.

So today, I was totally that mom. The mom who calls the doctor because her baby has sore gums, is cranky, and there's no way the cause could be something as simple as teething. I'm just glad I called first and didn't actually take him in!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

My little mister.


You are growing up so fast! I thought I'd jot down some of the funny things you're doing before you move on to the next stage (far quicker than I'm ready for you to). Oh how I wish I could capture you at this exact age and replay it any time I want, because you are such a joy and quite a HOOT!

You are inching closer to 14 months and have already changed so much since your birthday. You have long mastered walking and are now choosing to run more often than toddle. You also LOVE to dance and spin around, but still have a little work to on your coordination. (I hate to tell you that you may never achieve it -- at least your clumsy momma never did!)

You copy and mimick everything. When somebody coughs or laughs really loud, you fake cough or fake laugh like you're mocking them. You also bark when you hear dogs barking.

You are learning more words. You recognize a lot more than you can speak, which I think frustrates you a little. So far you can say "mama," "dada," "papaw," "bubbles" (buh-buh), "ball" (bah), "puppy" (buh-bee), "car" (cah), and of course your very favorite, "cracker" (cah-cah).

You can sign several things now, too. You know: eat, night-night, I love you, please, more, and all done. You also started doing prayer hands when I say the blessing and nodding and grinning when I say "amen." Amen = grub time to you!

You make the funniest faces and gestures. You are such a little performer and eat up attention. My favorite is when you do the fishy face and pucker up your lips. Katie also recently taught you the cutest thing - when someone says "what?" you cock your head to the side, shrug your shoulders, and throw up your hands with a sassy little attitude.

You can point out your ears, nose, eyes, and mouth. Ears are your favorite.

You weigh 25 lbs. and are 32 inches tall!

You wear a size 4 diaper and size 18 month clothes.

You love to grin and nod up and down when I tell you "no." (such a little stinker!)

You LOVE your cozy coupe car. And love to make it have roll-over "accidents." Oh boy. I'm afraid you may have inherited your dad's driving skills, ha ha!

You are a little sweetheart. Every day you give hugs to the dogs and cat and your doll (training for your baby sister) and your pillow pet, and even us if you're in a reeeeally good mood. The other day at TJ Maxx I pointed out how soft a rug was when we were going past it, and you reached out and gave the rug a hug. So cute!

You have gotten really picky lately. You basically only want to eat crackers and bread and tortillas. You also love fruit, but refuse to eat meat or anything really chunky. Apparently you have "texture" issues.

You are obsessed with shoes. You love to carry them to people and try to chew on them. Ick.

You love to carry around my hairbrushes and hold them next to your head. You don't brush your hair, just hold it there. Too cute! You also do this with the phone.

-Regis and Kelly is your favorite TV show. We usually start off with Sesame Street, but when you lose interest I flip it to R&K and you can't get enough of it. You clap and get really excited when they do the trivia segment where beach balls fly around. You point and yell "bah! bah!" every time.

You are finally sleeping SO much better. I can usually still get you to take 2 naps (although lately you don't always sleep and instead try to destroy your crib with your WWF wrestling moves and your vampire-sharp teeth, but you're content and happy so I leave you in there for the full hour). You usually go to bed between 7-8 and wake up between 8-9.

You are starting to show signs of jealousy. You're very territorial of "your" toys and things, "your" being in quotation marks because you are also very territorial of things that aren't yours at all but you think they should be (like the phone, remotes, etc). Your daddy was pretending to sit in your new chair you got from Santa and you threw a big fit that somebody else was in your spot. You tugged on him to get him up and climbed into the seat and grinned. You don't even like stuffed animals to sit in it. Uh oh, Sister, watch out! (But one thing you love to share is your binky. On several occasions you've caught me completely off guard by sticking it in my mouth when I'm not looking. Thanks, Love Bug. Just what I always wanted...a slobbery, germy pacifier!)

Harrison, you fill our lives with such richness and joy. I know these next few months will be very special as we treasure the short time left with you as a family of three. You are a sweet little boy and we love you so incredibly much!


Sunday, January 16, 2011

Call 9-1-1, because my social calendar is on fire!

In an attempt to make the most out of 2011, I am trying to be more deliberate at spending more time with friends and family. I know it will get more challenging to leave the house with the addition of baby no. 2, so I'm trying to preserve as much of my sanity as possible before that day gets here, ha!

Friday night I had the first (of many more to come) Ladies' Nights Out with my new "movie club." I so need to work on a sassier name for our "club"...any suggestions? The ""s are because so far it is just me, my mom, and my sweet friend Donna. It might sound kind of lame to be in a movie club with only 3 members, not to mention one with my own mother, but I happen to have one of the best moms on the planet and these 2 ladies + me make a pretty fabulous club if you ask me. I'm just sayin'. You are welcome to submit your application if you think you can hang.   :)

So yes. I digress. Our first movie date was to see Black Swan. All I can say is whoa. I had heard it was dark and kind of creepy, but wasn't fully prepared for its level of freakishness. It left us with much to discuss at the restaurant afterward, and it's been on my mind all weekend. Which either means that it was really good or really bad...and I still haven't decided which yet. Just whoa. The Three Amigas (there's a potential name for our club right there) had a fabulous time and are already looking forward to our next date in February!

Last night we went over to Amy and Steven's house for a fancy dinner party. I've known Amy for about 8 years (8 years? How has it been that long?!) and we've always talked about getting together for fancy dinner parties and finally did it. She even broke out the heirloom china. See? Told you it was fancy. Our main course was Beef Wellington, which I had never even heard of before last week. Which I think means that maybe I'm not so fancy, but that's okay. She did a superb job and everything was delicious! They are great friends and even though we don't get together nearly as much as we should, it's always so comfortable to be around them. It was funny because we had a fancy meal with fancy china, but since she doesn't have any linen napkins (she actually sent me a text apologizing for that...are you kidding me?! :)) our fancy silverware was resting on some very high-class paper towels. I loved it. Perfect symbolism for our friendship: we know how to have fun and be fancy and at the same time be practical and real and casual. Which is a good thing considering I was in charge of bringing dessert and instead of baking something fancy I just picked up something frozen from Walmart.

And in case you're wondering, I have used the word "fancy" exactly 9 times in this post so far. Sorry,  I couldn't help myself. Fancy, fancy, fancy. It's a fun word!


Beef Wellington, if you are in the dark like I was. Try it immediately if you haven't had it, because it is YUM!

The rest of the set-up

Somehow I manage to look past the fact that he is a *Sooners* fan. Boo, hiss! Cough, gag, barf!

The boys playing. Or fighting over a ball. Whatever.

Amy and Harrison playing. He couldn't get enough of this.

Photographic proof that we're really not all that fancy!

Next month it's my turn to be the hostess. I better start looking for inspiration now because I don't really think a frozen pizza is gonna cut it. Ha! I'm actually starting to feel a lot better lately and have even mustered up the courage to cook dinner for the past few weeks, so at least I'm not completely rusty in the kitchen. Our Fancy Dinner Parties are a great excuse to try out new recipes so I'm pretty excited. It's too bad that we're just now starting our FDP Club though, because my beautiful, lovely, fancy dining table could have been put to great use if we had done this sooner. But alas, it has been disassembled and removed to make way for the abundance of toys that have taken over with a mighty force. The old me would probably be  a little bitter. But the new me can't resist smiling every time I get down on the floor in the empty space and play with my kiddo. I have the rest of my life to be fancy, right? 

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


There are girl parts in this picture...somewhere, anyway!

Chicklet is still a girl!

The ultrasound went well. At least I think it did. The technician didn't say anything one way or the other since I don't think they're supposed to...and I had to keep reminding myself of that because the 20 minutes of scanning in complete silence is a little unnerving. I know she was just concentrating, but still...pretty uncomfortable. But once she was done and turned the screen on for us to see, the wait was well worth it. We got to see our baby girl swimming around having a good ol' time in The Hotel Uterus and even saw her sucking her cute little thumb. Love it!

And now the nursery planning can officially begin. I have all kinds of ideas swimming around in my head and I just hope I can get her room to turn out as cute as I imagine it. I picture a sweet and calm nursery with muted colors of champagne, cream, and hints of pink with an antique white Jenny Lind style crib. Sophisticated meets vintage, but definitely on a budget. We'll see what I can find!

Oh, and here is my first clothing purchase I snagged at an after-Christmas clearance sale:

And the adorable piggy bank my mom picked up for her:

I have a feeling Baby "H" is going to be just as spoiled as her big brother! 

Monday, January 10, 2011

18 Weeks

18 week belly shot
Pregnancy Highlights:

How Far Along: 18 weeks

Size of baby: Chicklet is about 5 1/2 inches from crown to rump, or roughly the length of a bell pepper.

Total Weight Gain/Loss: 10 lbs or so. Waist gain: 7 1/2 inches.

Maternity Clothes: A little bit of both.

Gender: A girl...I think? I don't know why I have this fear that the 3D ultrasound was wrong. I have a doctor appointment in the morning and they're doing the anatomy ultrasound, so we'll find out for sure tomorrow!

Movement: Feeling stronger kicks lately!

Sleep: Still can't seem to get enough it seems.

What I miss: I miss eating sandwiches sometimes.

Cravings: Lately I've been craving sour stuff. Do you remember Crybabies gum? I found it at CVS and I think I might be addicted. Same with Sour Punch Straws...it's like I'm 12 years old again and at the skating rink.

Symptoms: I'm so, so, SO happy that I'm vomiting less and less these days. I am feeling really drained physically, though, and am sleepy all the time it seems. I never had this issue with my first pregnancy so it's been hard to adapt to. I'm sure a lot of it is because I'm chasing around a little stinker all day long!

Best Moment this week: Buying an ADORABLE monogrammed romper. Girly things are so much fun! I'll have to post a picture of the outfit to give you a hint what her name will be :)

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Papaw turns 60!

A message for somebody special:

Happy birthday to my sweet father-in-law who is turning *gasp* SIXTY today! We love you and hope you have a fabulous day! Remember...you're only as old as you feel, right?  :)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Long overdue. I finally admit it.

As much as I hated to admit it, Harrison was in desperate need for his first haircut. He had some serious issues going on on that head of his, y'all. From the severe cowlick sweeping across his bangs (which, believe it or not, once secured him the hands-down worst nickname possible. Yes, somebody once compared my sweet-faced child to Hitler!) to his developing mullet and crazy texture, it needed some help. I kept waiting for those beautiful baby curls to emerge, but seeing how his hair was growing over his eyes and ears, I realized that it was time to give in. Why is the first haircut so hard for mommies?

We had a playdate yesterday with my friend Amy and her son Grayson. I hadn't seen her in way too long and it was great to catch up! She owns a salon (which is why I hadn't seen her in way too long -- she's been super busy and I haven't gotten my hair cut in 7 months, yikes) and the first thing she said when we got out of the car was "Whoa! Somebody needs a haircut!" Of course she could have been talking about either one of us, but I'm pretty sure she was referring to Harrison. It's pretty much the first thing that everybody says to him when they see him -- like I said, it was definitely time.

After some playing and dancing on the kids' part (okay, okay. And ours, too), she offered to cut his hair right then and there. My first reaction was to run, of course, but after some consideration I decided that it wasn't a bad idea.

 As you can see, he did pretty well. He wanted nothing to do with the cape, but otherwise he cooperated and held as still as can be expected from a one year old. And as you can also see, his hair looks so much better!

We had such a fun day, and I wish I could say it ended that way as well. Unfortunately though, we had just settled in to the church service last night when we saw Harrison's number flash up on the screen. He's been having more and more separation anxiety lately so I just assumed it was because of this. When we walked through the doors of PeeWeeVille, I instantly heard him. When we found him, we found that he had thrown up all over himself. Poor baby was just crying and whimpering in misery. I rode in the backseat with him and he continued to vomit the entire way home and I felt so helpless. I did my best to try to wipe it up and also did my best not to contribute to the sickness, but it was not a good situation.

We got home and I got him in the bath while Rick brought in the carseat that was in serious need of a good hosing down (along with our entire backseat and both of us). I don't know if it was just something he ate or if he caught a stomach bug, but the poor child couldn't stop throwing up. At 13 months, this is somewhat challenging since it's not like he can tell us when it's about to happen or like we can guide him to the toilet or even a bucket. So you can just imagine what our night was like...and even though I knew it was probably just something he ate or just a stomach bug, I couldn't stop worrying about my poor little guy. What a long night for all of us. He's still not 100% today, but thankfully he's feeling a little better and I was able to get some fluids into him. Today is a PJ day for both of us and I'm savoring the baby snuggles while I can get them.

Please pray that he gets better soon and that Rick and I don't catch this. ::shudder:: Our house has far surpassed its vomit quota over the last few months!

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