Friday, February 27, 2009

Baby Skotch update...

No big news yet, except that he/she is really in there. It's so wierd to me to hear the heartbeat of someone I can't feel yet. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday which was (thankfully!) VERY routine. I've had a couple of not-so-routine visits during this pregnancy, the details of which I won't bore you, but it was great to finally get down to the mundane part of the pregnancy visits.

Baby's heartbeat was 166 and the nurse found it immediately. It is so silly, but I always get nervous when they bring in the doppler. Especially since I have actually begun to feel as though I might survive. I'm still pretty fatigued, but I haven't felt sick in 6 (count 'em) days. WOOHOO! Up until last Thursday I had not had a sick free day since week 6.

We find out what we are having on March 20th at 8:00am. Emory stills calls baby a "baby sister" but that's completely my fault. I'm convinced we'll have nothing but girls. Guess we'll see soon enough, huh? Potential names, you ask? We're that type of couple who have their children named before they are even conceived (not like others I know who wait until hospital dishcarge, AHEM!). If baby is a boy his name will be Ethan Benedict; Ethan because my husband likes the name and Benedict is his father's name. If baby is a girl, then Murryn Elizabeth it will be. Murryn is a name my husband has liked for years and Elizabeth is my middle name, as well as my mother's middle name. We thought we'd keep the tradition going.

I think I may have felt baby move once or twice but that was a couple of days ago. Nothing lately. And, apparently I'm big. Dr. McKenzie's exact words when he measured me were, "You are really popping out there big and fast this time. But, I told you that would happen this time around." Apparently, once your uterus knows what it is doing, it gets the job done more quickly.

The biggest difference in this pregnancy than that of Emory's is my fears and my cravings. With Emory I was terrified of losing the baby. Not that I'm not concerned at some level about that, but it isn't always present in my thoughts. With this baby I am more afraid of being put on bed rest and therefore missing my last few months of having Emory all to myself. I feel my time with her is slipping away and I want to soak up every minute of it before my attention is divided. And my cravings? I can not get enough fruits and vegetables. BUT, they have to be raw. No cooked veggies for me, please. I could eat my weight in salad these days. I never knew you could over-eat salad enough to be uncomfortable, but I have. And fruit is oh-so-good... especially MELONS! I can't get enough cantaloupe, honeydew, or watermelon. When I was pregnant with Emory I couldn't stand vegetables and stuffed myself full of carbs every chance I got. Sadly, it does not seem to have a big difference in my weight gain this time around. I think I'm an easy gainer. I'm doing what I can, but we'll see in the end, huh?

Monday, February 23, 2009

Questions that I frequently ask Emory...

Do you need to potty?
Are you sleepy?
Would you like to read a book?
Guess what we're doing today?
Do you remember what happened last time you did that?
Are you finished with your plate?
Would you like some fruit snacks?
Do you need a kleenex?
Are you playing with the computer?
And my new personal favorite...
Are you inside this house?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sarah's top ten....

Here is my top ten reasons for why I love Thursdays...

10. There are usually leftovers in the fridge, so I don't have to cook supper.
9. We are one day closer to the weekend.
8. I've usually gotten the bathroom and kitchen clean by now, so the house feels clean.
7. The laundry I did on Monday has a good chance of making it back into the drawers today.
6. It's the day I vacuum and I love the instant gratification cleaning the floors brings.
5. The litter gets changed on Tuesdays, so the bathroom won't stink for another 2 days.
4. The Office! Need I say more?
3. Since Eric has music team practice, it is the first day of the week I actually have a chance to get in bed by 9:00.
2. It's Emory's preschool day, so I get to listen to John Mayer while I put up the clean clothes.
1. They feed Emory at school, so I get to indulge in a toddler free lunch!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

the Skocelai Valentine's day...

was more of an afterthought once it was confirmed that daddy had the flu and Emory had pink eye. I was afraid to go near either of them, much less cuddle and think lovin' thoughts. Emory slept in until 7:30, which was HEAVENLY, and we surprised her with her basket soon after her awakening. There are no pictures to document the event, but rest assured she enjoyed all her goodies immensly. I think her favorite part of the day was candy hearts and jelly beans for breakfast.

To top everything off, I had a thoroughly pregnant day complete with intense nausea, incredible fatigue (I had to sit and rest after blowing my hair dry... and I didn't even use a brush!), and a whopping headache. I did manage to drag my carcass out of the house to limit our exposure to daddy's nasty germies and Emory and I headed out to McWane Center.

After lunch I gave in and took a new headache med that my OB prescribed and it KNOCKED ME OUT! Of all days, Emory did not choose to nap. At one point, she was sitting on the potty and I laid down on the floor and slept while she did her business. I was awakened when she asked for "PAPER, MOMMY!" at the top of her lungs. Let me remind you that the daddy is running a 103 degree fever at this point, and is nothing short of delirious.

After 6:00pm the meds finally wore off and the world began to right itself again. Emory had a fine meal of hot dog, cheetos, and craisins while she watched Wizard of Oz. Since she had not napped, she went down at 7:00pm. WOOHOO! So, I celebrated by ordering a ribeye sandwich from Steak-Out and Eric joined me in watching Nights at Rodanthe. In bed by 10:00, you really can't complain at all!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

don't mess with the mama...

Apparently, I am not an easy person to be around when I am pregnant. My husband often comments to this effect. My inability to be a decent human when I am carrying another within me may seriously limit the number of offspring we have. How terrible can I be, you may ask? Well, to date I have already told my husband to go away and sit down because I was tired of looking at him. Yes, I know, terribly indecent of me.

Today, my irritability crossed over into the possibly unacceptable. We were at Chick-Fil-A for lunch and Emory was playing happily in the play place. She was the youngest in there by far. There were a couple of older girls, probably about 7 or 8 years old. They were inside the gym and slides and Emory crawled up there to play. The "big girls" immediately started hollering, "Ewww baby! Go away, you wear stinky diapers!" Now, I am not sure if it was pride in my daughter's recent toileting achievements or anger at the percieved mistreatment of my baby cub, but I quickly retorted, "She does not! She wears big girls panties!"

The 8-year-old then responded with another "Eeewww! Big girl panties!" And I, being ever the adult that I am, asked her "Why is that gross? Don't you wear big girl underwear? Are you gross?" She then changed tactics as Emory began to taunt her and say "Baby, baby." to the big girl. With a small pout the big girl told me, "She's calling me a baby." And I informed her, "That is because she is copying the bad habit you taught her, to call other children babies." At the moment, my husband walks in from having disposed of our trash. He takes in the scene, sees my heavy breathing and flushed face, takes me by the arm and says, "Go home and take a nap!"

See, it ain't pretty. And we have 26 more weeks of this?

Monday, February 9, 2009


Emory has a new favorite movie that I've been letting her watch almost daily. It helps me get dinner on the table with fewer tears and it's a classic so it's hard to deny her. Let's see if you can guess the movie by the following clues:

Clue #1 - She now frequently refers to me as "My pretty"
Clue #2 - When she was reprimanded today for slow obedience she told me she was "just biding her time".
Clue #3 - She got confused when I told her we were going to the ATM; she thought we were going to get to visit Auntie Em.

So... what movie does this girl love? The winner gets some Valentine goodies. You have until Wednesday to make your guess.