Sorry I am such a bad blogger, not that I am really too busy its just that I would rather read what everyone else writes on their blogs during my internet time. So I just reached the 34 week mark, only six weeks left to go and only three until baby "Fiona" is considered full term. No that isn't her name, but we can't find a name for her and refering to her as #2 just seems rude. All is well with the pregnancy, do not expect any photos of me in my pregnant state, sorry I am not into having proof that my body stretches to that size. I plan to work til the baby comes and return after my 12 week maternity leave. I have been busy, I feared bedrest with Megan and the same fear returned with this kid, so I made sure that Christmas is bought, and that I have all the baby provisions for the first few weeks. Just in case.
This is the crappiest year to have a baby, there is so much hype about sickness, truly there does seem to be alot of sick people though. I understand the rationale behind the visitor restrictions, but there are those that really get their feelings hurt by not seeing newborns. I promise that it really is in the best interest of the infants and the best way to show your support. I just hope that my baby comes home after the 24 hour hosital stent because Megan is so excited and it seems so mean to make her wait...... We are ready to go.
Megan is potty trained and has been since August. We tried all summer, my problem was the pull-ups, yeah they are great for night, but they're too similar to diapers. (what finally worked for me was just taking the pull-ups away and telling her she was a big girl and that I would be sad if she peed her panties. We took 2 days to be at home then we started to get out, no fears of public restrooms for this girl. After 2 weeks she told me that pull-ups were itchy and she wanted to wear panties to bed.) She even goes indepedently if she has to, but she gets a kick out of the response she gets from me and dad when she says potty and we drop everything and scoop her up to the bathroom.
One last thing about my grown up girl that I think is just too cute. She is really into the Pillsbury biscuits and cinnamon rolls that come in the tubes that pop,(you can tell what we eat at my house) On Saturday I was changing clothes to go to town and while I was in my room Meg got out a muffin tin and a roll of buscuit dough and placed all 10 buscuits in the pockets. She was making lunch for Daddy, she said.
The pictures of of meg this summer, She was helping me clean out my car, and found some latex gloves and a stethoscope and said she was a "nurse". Then she helping dad fix cars. Yes Wes already has a hunting buddy, she loves to shoot guns. This is Meg at the Zoo, she cant decide if she wants to put her head in the lion's mouth or not.
