My not so fun yesterday

My uneventful pregnancy took a turn yesterday, but luckily it was a short-lived turn...

Monday night at 2am, our little baby decided it was time to kickbox and he sure was living it up in there. So Tuesday morning I get ready and go to work, noticing he wasn't bouncing around like he usually does while I drive. I get to work and as the day goes on I realize I still hadn't felt him that day. I drank some Coke in the morning and then a little bit of Mt. Dew at lunch, still no movements. Around 2pm I tried a pack of Skittles, and still nothing. So now I'm getting a little paranoid since my little man has never been this quiet. I chug down some water and try to sit still, and still nothing. Finally around 3pm I tell my friend Amy that I'm concerned because I haven't felt baby move since during the night. I sat there poking and prodding my belly hoping to make him do something in there, but still nothing. Finally around 3:20pm Amy convinces me to call the Dr's office. So I left a message for a nurse about my concern and got a returned call fairly quickly. The nurse asks everything I've done/tried to get him to move and if I've had any cramping or bleeding, which I hadn't, thank goodness. But then she asks how close I am to the office and I said about 10min and she said "good, can you come in ASAP?" Of course I said absolutely and hung up. Then reality hit at how genuinely concerned they were and wanting me to come in ASAP, so I freaked out and started crying. Amy ran over and decided to come with me to the Dr's office since Scott was 2hrs away.

We show up at the Dr's office about 10min later and they take us right back to a room - an ultrasound room. I wasn't prepared for that. Then it hits me - they're worried they won't find the heartbeat on the doppler, so they're preparing for the need to do an ultrasound. *GULP* So I lay down and after 3 tries with the doppler, there it is... the heartbeat!!! And I had to laugh when Amy responds "So that's what it's supposed to sound like". Despite all she's been through, she still keeps her humor and was able to come with me for this appt and help calm me down. So the nurse got the rate (146bpm) and I was sent home. And boy was I relieved!!!! I guess Baby just decided to take a day off and rest.

Baby still wasn't too active for the rest of the day, until he decided to do more kickboxing around midnight. Of course now I'm worried that this baby will never sleep at night once he's born LOL But anyways.... all's well that end's well! And hopefully this is my one and only freak out during the rest of the pregnancy.

And I can't post without mentioning Colin. His latest and greatest? The word NO! Actually, he doesn't just say "NO!", he gets all into it. He'll get a stern look on his face, points his finger at you, and says "NO!". He learned this from his babysitter - apparently it's what she does to the dog when he's done something wrong, and Colin seems to have picked it up. So although we have to be parents and tell him not to do that to people, that it's not nice, we definitely have to hold back the laughter because it's hysterical to see ;)

24wk PG update

Well I'm 23w2d pregnant today and had my 24wk check-up. I'm still gaining weight - too much weight if you ask me, but the Dr isn't concerned. My blood pressure was on the high end of normal, but again, the Dr isn't concerned. Baby's HR was 152bpm, which is perfect - he even kicked the doppler a couple times for us.

The bad news is that I'm measuring 2.5wks ahead. Baby was measuring right on track at my ultrasound 4wks ago, so I guess he either had a growth spurt or was laying funny today that threw the measurement off. But the Dr did warn me not to get my hopes up for a smaller baby this time around. I'm a bit frustrated with that, not because it means I might have to have a c-section again, that I don't care about - I'm just looking for a healthy baby in the end. But I know what it means to have a "big" baby. Colin was made out to be some sort of a spectacle on the labor & delivery floor when I had him because he was so big. All anyone focused on was his size. Yep, he was big, so what. I guess I don't really know what the fuss was about, it's not like he had a third eye or something crazy like that. He was perfectly healthy and I just don't see what the difference was if he weighed 8lbs or 11lbs. But then again, I'm the Mommy and of course everything about him was perfect in my eyes ;)

Peanuts and a cold :(

It's been a rough few days for Colin. This past Saturday we decided to try peanut butter. Our Ped recommended to wait until he's 2 yrs old to give it a try. But since we don't have a history of peanut allergies in either of our families, we figured that 20 months old is close enough. Plus, it would be nice to give him a peanut butter & jelly sandwich once in awhile for lunch. So we gave him 1 cracker with some peanut butter on it. Within 5 minutes he was vomiting. We thought maybe it was the consistency, maybe some got stuck in his throat. Within about 10min he had hives from head to toe. He was scratching so hard he was bleeding :( We gave him some Benadryl and a bath and that seemed to do the trick. Thank goodness because it could've been so much worse! But it was enough to make me feel horribly guilty for even trying. I guess we had to find out somehow though and it's better that we were at home when we did it.

Then yesterday he wakes up throwing up uncontrollably. After about 6 rounds, he calms down and almost seems like himself. I put him down for his nap and 2.5hrs later he wakes up crying and throwing up some more. I get him cleaned up and we head downstairs. I noticed he was stuffed up pretty bad and not really into playing or anything, so we took it easy. Around 5pm the vomiting starts again. I felt so bad for him. At one point we were both crying and he was just sitting in my lap in the middle of the kitchen. It breaks my heart when he's that sick. The rest of the evening we just cuddled on the couch until Scott got home, and then he took over. By then Colin could barely breathe through his nose and he was chugging water like crazy. When it was PJ time, Colin willingly laid there while we got him changed (which is a rare occurance in our house). We gave him some cold medicine and off to bed he went and slept for the night.

Scott's home with him today, so hopefully it's a better day!

Please...

Please give your {{HUGS}} to Amy today. No one needs it more than her right now :(

Bedtime

Bedtime in our house is actually one of the best times of the day - and I don't mean that because it's the time when Colin goes to bed ;) I mean it because it's the only time that Colin will actually sit on our lap and cuddle.

We bring Colin's PJ's downstairs, along with a new diaper and some lotion (for his eczema). We ask him if he wants to put on his PJ's and usually get responded with "nope" - yes, he's too good for a simple "no", he's moved on to "nope" now. We say "please?"... yet again, "nope". This goes on for about 5-10min until he finally decides to cooperate and we get him ready for bed.

After the PJ's are on, we move into the kitchen to get his sippy cup of milk. He feels he's old enough now to help pour the milk. So we sit on the floor together and he helps me pour the milk into his cup. He'll take his cup and drink some of it and then we move upstairs. We brush his teeth and head into his bedroom and pick out a book to read. Scott and I usually rotate who puts him down for bed, although lately it's more Scott than me, since he usually gets home late and it's his only time to spend with Colin for the day.

So last night we went through the bedtime drill and Scott decides to put him down. Colin just cuddled right up to his Daddy, who seems to be his favorite person right now. I just stood there looking at the two of them. All was right with the world at that moment. Colin had his Daddy, Daddy had his little man, and they were both just smiling at each other and at me. It was just one of those moments where I realize just how good I have it. I couldn't ask for 2 more beautiful guys in my life (although I'm about to add 1 more beautiful little man to our family in 4 short months). I am so lucky!!!!!!

The night my childhood dream came true

As a young girl, I found my first "love". His name? Joey McIntyre. Yep, Joey from NKOTB (New Kids on the Block). I had posters of him splashed all over my walls and closet. Not to mention a life sized silk poster of him on my door. In my mind, he was it - the one for me. So many girls can relate because we've all been there. Fantasized about meeting that one celebrity and what it would be like to marry them. For me, Joey was it. I saw them in concert 3 times and I remember thinking "if only I could meet him after the show..." But back then, that was near impossible. Us crazy teenage girls were out of control for the boys of NKOTB.

Fast-forward approx 18 years.... Dancing with the Stars. I love this show. For that reason, I bought tickets to the tour, I couldn't resist - it had Drew Lachey, Joey Lawrence and the one and only Joey McIntyre starring in it! So this past Saturday I went, along with my friend Rebecca, my Mom & my aunt. During the show, we noticed a sign advertising Joey's new CD. Attached to that sign was a note saying Joey would sign autographs after the show!!!!! It was a no-brainer - we were staying so we could meet Joey. The show ended and off we went to get in line. My Mom even went ahead of us to get in line quicker since my PG-ass can only move so fast. About an hour later there we were, in front of my first "love", Joey. I asked to take a pic with him, which he agrees to because he's so incredibly nice, and Rebecca's camera doesn't work. She tries for a second time, still no luck. I'm obviously panicking at this point because I need that picture!!! And you know what Joey does?!?!? He asks for the camera and fixes it for us!!! So I got my picture, Rebecca got hers and we were all smiles for the rest of the night (and weekend for that matter LOL).

Now of course I have to mention that yes, I got all tongue-tied when I met him. Other than asking for a picture and thanking him for fixing the camera, no other words were spoken by me. I could've at least told him he did a great job that night (not only did he dance, he also sang!!!!). Or I could've told him the obvious - that he was my baby's daddy ;-)

For that night, I got to live my childhood dream, and it was so much fun! I may not be the true Joey-crazed fan from before, but I think he appreciated that LOL Had I met him 18yrs ago, I would've been the annoying screaming & crying teeny-bopper that probably drove him nuts! Anyways, here's a picture of Joey - I had to cut myself out of it because at 22wks PG, I look HUGE and just well, not attractive!

Not much happening around here

First and foremost, make sure to send Amy a huge congratulations and oodles of sticky dust!!!!

As for me, well there's not much exciting going on. I'm currently 21w4d and feeling great. Our newest little man still loves to kick like a mad man (and is kicking me as I type). I'm not really having any issues or concerns at this point. I've noticed my back being a little more stiff when I stand up after sitting for a long time, but nothing to complain about really. Sleeping hasn't become an issue yet - sure I'm getting pretty big, and I toss & turn quite a bit during the night, but nothing too bothersome. I have noticed that if I wake up during the night, I'm usually awake for quite awhile and have a hard time falling back asleep. I'm not sure if that's PG related or I just have a lot going on right now and things just keep running through my mind. That's pretty much it with pregnancy news....

Colin is still the same old Colin. Cracking us up constantly with things he does. This past weekend we put together his new toy box. But the little stinker that he is, he won't let us put toys in it - maybe these pictures will tell you a little more why:

Yes, my son has decided the toy box is his new bed. He will sit in there for 1/2 the day pretending to go "night night" with his blankie & stuffed sheep (he calls him "Baa" - how original LOL), or he'll bring his toy drill & screwdriver in there with him and try to fix it. So it's nice to know he likes his new toy box, but I'm wondering if we'll ever be able to put toys in it??? ;)

Colin's talking is getting really good. He just started putting 2 words together not too long ago, maybe within the last month. And last night he put 3 words together. Granted he was saying "Mama all done" because apparently I needed to stop eating my spaghetti, but he's gotta start somewhere LOL He's becoming quite a Daddy's boy lately. Last night he was crying for "Dada" to put him to bed, but Scott wasn't home yet. Colin would not let me put him to sleep until he got to see his Daddy. And lately, Scott's the only one that can put him down for naps too when we're both home. Sure it gives me a break, but I loved the cuddle time before naps and bedtime since that's the only time he seems to sit still with me. Oh well, I'm willing to sacrifice my cuddle time to watch him cuddle up to his Daddy.