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.
No comments:
Post a Comment