Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Nothing About It

We started the month with one last Easter celebration at my Grandpa and Grandma's house. It was the perfect day, filled with family, sunshine, and candy.

The highlight of the last few weeks has been celebrating 4 years of this cool kid!

I was persistent that we were not going to have a Paw Patrol birthday. I didn't think I could bring myself to do it. But then I realized that this was Trevin's last birthday as an only child. He needed a party all about him. And right now, that means Paw Patrol. (Also, Party City did the work for me. Coming from an 8-month pregnant woman, that was the most exciting part.)

Ashton made the cupcakes for me (a huge help!) and I tried my hand at a piping bag for the first time. I started off with something easy enough to boost my confidence. 

All the decorations are still up. I don't know that Trevin will ever let me take them down. "Welcome to our Paw Patrol themed basement."
The popcorn bar was a hit!

We were so grateful for all the friends and family that helped us celebrate Trevin. 

Sometimes throwing a birthday party when you're 8 months pregnant can make you go a little crazy. Thankfully, I was on the verge of insanity already, so it didn't affect me too much. 

We took a trip to the park on his birthday and played at home with all his cool new toys. And then there was this moment, when Trevin tried to dive off the play equipment and Ashton successfully caught him. 

Last week Trevin saw a picture of Darius Rucker and asked if it was John the Baptist. I don't really know what to do with that, but I'm still laughing. 

His new favorite phrase is, "Nothing about it." I'm not sure what he thinks he's saying, but he responds with this line 25% of the time when asked a question. "Trevin, what are you doing?" "Nothing about it." "Trevin, do you want to come with me?" "Nothing about it." Now he has me saying it. 

At 37 weeks pregnant, there's been some days where I've not felt great. One morning I said to him, "Trevin, I'm not feeling awesome today." His response, "You could play with me, then you'd be awesome." 

One day I noticed Trevin was acting suspicious. I was in the kitchen and he took the long way around to the hallway so I wouldn't see him. (I noticed, of course, because I am a hawk.) I turned around and asked him what he was doing. Instantly, he jumped and claimed he wasn't doing anything. He had his hands behind his back, so I assumed he found some candy or something that he was trying to sneak to his room. I demanded that he show me what was in his hands, he refused several times before finally showing me. Friends, it wasn't candy. He had a booger on his finger. I asked him where he was taking it and he replied, "To my bed!" "Why are you taking it to your bed?!" "Because I have to put it in the screw hole." I lost all color in in my face and said those two horrifying words, "Show me." That was the longest walk down the hall. I didn't know what I was going to find; well I had a good guess, but I was praying that I was wrong. Sure enough, there's a screw hole on the frame of his bed that he had a nice pile of boogers in. I don't know how long this has gone on. Decades maybe. To say I was "grossed out" would be putting it mildly. I mean this kid was so dedicated that he was going to walk past 3 trash cans and a toilet just to take it to the screw hole.  Nothing about it. (sigh) 

Regardless of the boogers and tantrums, this kid has been the biggest blessing in our lives. It is unbelievable to me that he is four. This birthday has hit me the hardest of all. It's the last birthday he'll have as an only child. These are the last days of him being my baby. Soon he's going to be promoted to big brother and things are going to change drastically. I'm thrilled to watch him thrive in his new role, but my tender mama-heart wants to hold him close and not let anything change. I love his goofy stories, his crazy hair, his giggle, and his curiosity. He's a great helper and a has a strong personality. He sleeps great, chooses not to eat, and bath time always turns into WWIII. He's learning to write his name and recognizes numbers and letters. He loves fishing, farming, and playing outside. He loves being read to and is learning new things every day. He gives me kisses whenever I want and lets me snuggle him. He made me a mom. I can't wait to see who he will become, but I'm going to desperately miss the boy I have today. 

I was checked at my appointment last week; I've started thinning and have dilated 1.5 cm. I'll get checked again tomorrow, hopefully I've made even more progress this week. Bags are packed, carseat is ready, labor playlist is made (If James let's me listen to Can't Feel My Face, Midnight Rider, Worth It, and Feels Like the First Time, while I give birth to our daughter.) Really, I'm just twiddling my thumbs waiting for some contractions. I've been drinking red raspberry leaf tea, which has helped bring on some Braxton Hicks. I'm still adamant that I won't be pregnant in May, but I may have sold myself on that a little too early. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you that have been praying for my SPD! After 3 trips to the chiropractor and one intense massage, I'm practically pain free! I've had a little soreness in the last week, but the sharp pain has vanished. I feel like I'm 6 months pregnant and not 8.5. It's been a huge relief and been much more enjoyable! I'm still seeing the chiropractor every week to keep that pelvis locked in place. The first several times it cracked hard when he adjusted me, but yesterday it adjusted much easier and without pain. I'm so grateful to be able to walk without waddling. (Maybe I'm still waddling, but I'm 8.5 months pregnant; there's no way around that.) 

We finally got out and took some maternity photos! 

We can't take a romantic picture without us both cracking up. 
Trevin got an owie while we were taking pictures. Ashton caught this sweet moment and I fell in love. 
The real life photos are always my favorite. 

We're waiting patiently for you, sweet girl. We have so many kisses to give you. 

A 4-year-old is in the house, growing on the farm...

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Band-Aid Victory

We enjoyed a wonderful Easter!

 Except for the time it snowed and cancelled the Easter egg hunt... 
We ended up doing one inside to make up for it. 

I'm trying hard to soak in Trevin's last month of being three. I have no idea what happened but I'm not taking it well. I'll go ahead and blame that on the hormones too, because, why not? 

+Trevin has always had a fear of band-aids. I think one might have got ripped off when he was really young. For years he's been happy with bleeding out instead of putting on a band-aid, because he thinks those things are evil. He had a nasty wagon crash this month and was bleeding in several places, some pretty badly. Yet, through the tears, he refused a band-aid. I had an idea to cut off the sticky part of the band-aid and just use the pad to cover the wound. Then I taped it on. Apparently that was different than a band-aid, so he allowed me to do it. As we replaced the bandages each day I slowly convinced him that it was the same thing as a band-aid. I'm happy to report that we have finally overcome the fear of band-aids. I'm calling it a mom-win! You might not be that impressed, but this was a 3 year battle and I have come out victorious. All the glory to God. "You armed me with strength for battle; you humbled my adversaries before me." (Psalms 18:39) Amen and Amen.

The Paw Patrol obsession is in full swing. 
+We're still reading through the Bible during breakfast and it seems like we've been in Psalms for about 7 years now. We finally made it to Psalms 150, the very last chapter. I told Trevin we were on the last chapter and read it to him as usual. It ends with, "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord!" After I read it, he looked at me with a straight face and said, "Praise the Lord it's over." I laughed for days over that one. 

+One day Trevin and I were eating lunch at Freddy's. He was studying the lady in the booth next to us and then he said to me, "Mom, she didn't pray for her food." I explained that it was ok, thinking he'd let it go. Nope. He turned around to her and said boldly, "You didn't pray for your food." My cheeks grew nice and red. I turned to apologize, but she must not have understood what he said because she started talking to him about french fries. Then I shoved a bunch in his mouth. That's how I handled it. 

Celebrating Luxy's 2nd birthday! 

+I really can't even handle his vocabulary. This isn't where I brag to you about how my 3-year-old uses the word ambiguous or exponential, because that's not real life. But he daily uses terms like winch, crops, GPS, trench, and compost. I can't take credit for any of that. I can take credit for his dance moves when Uptown Funk comes on and knowing that Guns N' Roses sings Sweet Child of Mine... He is going to be well-rounded. 

He's getting lots of practice with the new swing. He'll be a pro by the time his sister gets here. 

+His current obsession is about his teeth falling out. He has several cousins in that stage of life and it's freaking him out. He asks about it often and we've tried to explain that new ones will grow in, but it hasn't put him at ease. Today he asked me, "So when my teeth fall out I won't be able to brush them?!" He is so concerned. 

+His honesty is certainly something that we've um... appreciated... It's no secret that I'm almost 35 weeks pregnant and sometimes it's a struggle to get my clothes on.  One morning I was in a predicament with my pants. I must have been huffing, puffing, and grunting more than usual because Trevin walked by, stopped, looked at me and said, "They don't fit, Mom." Then he kept walking. Guess what happened next? My hormones took it to heart and I cried a little. He was right. 

My sweet friends threw me a baby shower to help us celebrate our little girl. It was fun to take a morning to talk everything baby and add a little pink into this house of tractors.  They all love me so well and I'm extremely grateful for each and every one of them. Life is much more fun with them in it. 

+Cravings: Cuties (oranges) and Andes mints 

+I'm measuring right on track and have one more biweekly appointment before starting weekly appointments. 

+Baby girl has turned! Shortness of breath and increased bladder pressure are the norm. 

+We're officially moved in upstairs! I'll share transformation photos when we're completely settled. I'm so grateful for a short walk to the bathroom, because apparently that's 3 times a night now. We still need a nightstand and to finish the closets. Oh and we still don't have a door. (It's a long story, and I don't want to talk about it.) Curtains just went up in both rooms, but our clothes are all sorts of everywhere. The nursery is 90% done, just needing a few finishing touches. My nesting has slowed down, thanks to the progress. I've gotten to a point where I suddenly care a lot less about the to-do list. 

+The biggest low of the month has been dealing with SPD (Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction). When you're pregnant your body produces a hormone called relaxin that causes the ligaments holding the pelvis together to loosen, to allow for a larger birth canal. Sometimes there's too much of this hormone produced too early, causing the pelvis to be able to rock back and forth without being held in place. A couple weeks ago I started feeling a strange pain, but I thought I pulled a muscle or just overdid it. It got worse with each day. I had pain whenever I did something that caused my legs to split, such as putting on pants, rolling over in bed, and climbing stairs. Even walking was hurting. I took my symptoms to google and came across SPD, but wasn't positive that it was what I was experiencing. As the symptoms got worse, I started to realize that it was probably the reason for my pain. One day I was folding a sheet on the floor and went to step to the side of the sheet, my foot slipped and I went into a partial split. Horrible pain shot through my pelvis and I could hardly walk the rest of the day. I'm experiencing pain daily. I'm scheduled for acupuncture, chiropractic adjustment, and a massage. (The massage is courtesy of my sister. She's really nice to be willing to massage my undercarriage. You should all think very highly of her.) Hopefully that can help with the discomfort. My doctor said some women have bad pain for a couple weeks and then have relief from it, but others have it through the rest of the pregnancy and into recovery. Obviously I'm hoping it's short-lived. After my appointment this week, my doctor confirmed my suspicion and said I had self-diagnosed accurately. I called James after the appointment and told him, "The doctor said that I have SPD." James heard, "The doctor said that I have an STD." Needless to say he was concerned and confused. It was a strange conversation, but thankfully we got that straightened out. 

We're looking forward to celebrating Trevin's birthday this month and maybe even bringing a baby home. I'm cherishing these last few days with Trevin as the only child, but look forward to seeing him thrive as a big brother. 

Finally accepting that my pants don't fit, growing on the farm...