Baby Stats

For those that really care, here are some comparisons between my two pregnancies.. so far.


Weight gain
Jericho: 52 lbs
Baby 2: 22lbs (so far)

Belly measurements:
Jericho: 39 cms at 35 weeks
Baby 2: 35 cms at 35 weeks

Morning sickness:
Jericho: up until 5 months
Baby 2: up until 4 months, then sporadic

Cravings:
Jericho: anything bad for me
Baby 2: at first, nothing rich or fatty... lately it's candy and ice cream.

Comments received:
Jericho: Wow, you are huge! Are you sure it's not twins?
Baby 2: You got big fast!, What, you're pregnant? Are you sure it's not twins?

Perceived Sex by others:
Jericho: About 90% of people told me it was a boy.
Baby 2: Most say it's a girl, but still quite a few think it will be a boy.

Perceived sex by Nate:
Jericho: Boy, but he would be happy with either.
Baby 2: Boy, because it would be cheaper.

Perceived sex by me:
Jericho: Boy.
Baby 2: Girl. But agree with Nate on cost effectiveness of boy.


Am now accepting guesses for when this baby will arrive. I am currently 35 weeks and officially due on March 2nd. That date was set after the ultrasound determined the baby was smallish. Original date was Valentines. Another reason the date was changed was so that the midwives could put off induction in case the baby wasn't quite ready. They usually induce if you are 10-14 days late. You can post a comment with your guess of the babies birthday, plus what you think it is and what it's weight will be. Good luck!

Jericho LIKES!

This is the toy we gave him for Christmas and Jericho enjoying it thoroughly.

I'm not THAT hungry...

On two separate occasions today I had people ask me if I was pregnant. Uh, yes. What did you think? That I swallowed a watermelon or something???? Seriously.

Today

I am tired. I pretty much am tired all the time so really I shouldn't have to say it anymore. People probably just know. I've tried to nap when Jericho naps, but the house is so gloriously silent I can't help but take time to work on whatever needs working on. But, many have told me and many more will continue to tell me that I will not sleep for the next 6 months, so I better get my sleep in now. And even 6 months is being stingy.

I guess I should look into some magic device that hooks up to your face and automatically makes you fall into some sort of deep and luxurious sleep. The second you hear your kid, or something - it jolts you with a small electric shock. I could deal with that. At night I sleep alright, but if Jericho wakes up at any point, it takes me a long time to fall back to sleep. The nights he doesn't wake up I do very well and wake up feeling super rested.

Speaking of the child, he's currently in the bath with dad making quite the fuss. He hasn't been himself lately, so I'm hoping he snaps out of it soon.

Remind me not to post on my blog when I'm tired as it comes off sounding whiny and annoying. When really, I'm excited about the baby and love Jericho to bits. Really. Ok, eyelids are starting to droop - MUST find toothpicks.

Box Boy

I bought an office chair. We took the box and made it into a little house for Jericho to play in. He just gets a little upset when he can't escape through the window. Hmmmmm.

Dreaming

Ok everyone, get out your dream interpretation books cause this one is a doozy. Last night I dreamt that Nate and I went sailing on a Tuesday. Apparently it was the only day of the week that you were allowed to sail, so there were millions of sailboats in the water. Then as the day came to an end, and we were docking all the sailboats.. people started having babies. I ended up having twins - a boy and a girl. Nate also had a twin boy and girl. Luckily for both of us, the babies were so tiny they had to be put in petri dishes. Um, okay.

As I think about it, this is what I think the dream means:

I'll give birth on a Tuesday and it will as if I'm sailing. (I wish)
I'll have one baby, but it will be so much work it will feel like 4 babies.
Nate will be so helpful, it will be as if he gave birth to the baby himself.
My baby will be small.

I know I don't have prophetic dreams, but I just thought it was so odd and yet hilarious. What do you think my strange dream meant?

Going Green

Lately Nate and I have been coming up with ways to be more environmentally friendly. I'll admit, I wasn't completely on board at first... but it's been easier with every change. At first, we started recycling everything we could. It was annoying having this monstrous pile in the corner of my kitchen, but we adapted and bought shelving... I even help sort once in awhile. Then we bought those lightbulbs and switched out all the ones that were costing us 1000x more in hydro every month. They aren't as pretty, and the light isn't quite the same, but I am getting used to it so much so that to switch back would be like putting those huge makeup lights all over my house. Then in December we bought the Maytag Duet laundry pair. It was the most expensive price tag for going green so far, but the money we're going to save will make it worthwhile. Now since we have the machinery for it, the time has come for the change I dreaded the most. Cloth diapers.

When I was 11, my mom had her last child. I was practically the built in babysitter. It didn't help that my mom developed some joint problems soon after he was born so she couldn't do as much - but I was happy to help. Until it came to changing his cloth diapers. I can still remember the horrors of cleaning those awful things in the toilet. Sooo ew. Too ew as my friend Nadine would say. And now the time has come to put Jericho in these horrid things. It hasn't been as bad as I remember so far. But I think there's a difference both in being 11 and being 28, and also in changing your brothers diapers over your son's. Mind you, it's only been 2 days. I haven't had to wash too many as I have a wonderful husband who says that since it was his idea, and since I have such torturous memories of the whole affair - he has cleaned the first load as well as most of the horrid ones.

Did I mention how much I love him?

So here's to the green journey and to me continuing to think it's not really that bad.

Unbelievable.

I just wanted to write a small, simple post expressing my SHOCK at the fact that my son is STILL sleeping. He woke up around 7:30 and seeing as Nate and I were super tired from being up until 1:30, we tried giving him a bottle to see if he would go back to sleep. It worked. He's been out cold ever since. He also has a bit of a cold, so he a little out of sorts, but I can't believe it. He never sleeps past 9 am usually, and here it is 10:42 am and he is snoring away. So, might I add, is Nate..hehe..