As you know from the last update, we ended the 36th week in OB Triage at the hospital. A part of me was ready for the baby, but most of me is glad he stayed in.
Well, here we are... 36 weeks and 4 days prego. I am actually a little in awe that Baby 3 has held out this long. Riley was born at 34 weeks and 5 days, so I was a tad worried we would find ourselves in the NICU again. Along the way, I have had mini-goals for this pregnancy:
I do still have a few more mini-goals. The most important to me is that Baby does not mess up Riley's birthday next week. Poor kid, he's already not getting to hang with friends (cause Mommy is a ticking time bomb and exhausted), I really don't want him to have to share a birthday, and I don't want to be in the hospital on his birthday. But clearly, we are at the mercy of the baby.
I have been thinking about what to write about for a while now. I knew I wanted to share some of my favorite baby items and must-haves, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to present them. As a soon-to-be Mom of 3, I know a thing or two about what you need for baby and what is just a waste of money and/or space. Lucky for me, my daughter is obsessed with making videos AND with anything related to her baby brother.
Reagan was more than happy to go on camera and take you through my hospital bag and the baby's diaper bag.
First, let's go through my bag.
This summer brought many changes to our household and the way we do business.
As you know by now, I am 15 weeks pregnant with our 3rd Stu. We could not be more excited about it (extra credit for you if you read that like Chandler Bing). The first trimester was rough. Really difficult. I kid you not, I spent almost the entire month of June in bed. My body was utterly drained. I have never experienced that kind of exhaustion. I survived on saltines and peppermint candies and naps. My husband picked up the household slack (he's never more attractive than when he's doing laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking for the kids). The monsters didn't seem to mind my daily afternoon snoozing... I think Riley was just happy I wasn't yelling at him to put down the iPad.
I am happy to be back in the land of the living.
New School Year
It has been quite a ride. We have been in a tornado of sick and tired.
It all began two weeks ago with Reagan. On Sunday night she went down hard. It was like she hit a wall. Totally fine one minute. The next, she was down on the couch. Both kids had just returned from a weekend trip to North Carolina with their grandparents. So I attributed it to exhaustion, and I decided to keep both kids home and resting on Monday.
On Monday night, Stu and I talked about how it struck us as odd that Reagan had been spending so much time just laying on the couch. Usually she is cartwheeling, handstanding, backbending all over the place ALL THE TIME. Something was clearly up. The next day, we sent Riley to school and took Reagan to the doctor.
It turned out her ear needed to be drained. This was the first time we've ever experienced such a procedure. Let me tell you, it is utterly disgusting. I nearly threw up when the nurse showed me what they got out of Rea's ear. YUCK!
Oh man, I love this song. I've been a tad obsessed with it this week.
Reagan has been navigating awkward social situations at school lately. She's a smarty, like VERY intelligent. And the entire class knows it. Sometimes she feels singled out for it. And it makes her uncomfortable. I have been telling her to just be her. She can't be anyone else, just do you babe. It will all pay off later...
Thunder, by Imagine Dragons, is perfect. We were singing and dancing to it on the way home from gymnastics. I hope the lyrics will sink in and permeate. (Lyrics and song below)
Who says homework has to be done inside?
We have had several days of completely gorgeous weather. The temps are amazing, the sun has been shining. Heaven on earth. So I suggested that Reagan do her reading on the patio inside of at the kitchen counter (as is the homework custom). She jumped up and ran out. It seemed like a great time to grab the camera.
*sigh* I love this girl, this photo, everything. The BFG is one of my favorite books. I remember reading it as a kid. Then Reagan and I read it together when she was in first grade. Now she is rereading it for school. Just the fact that she is happily rereading it speaks volumes of her love for literature and this particular book. I hope that love never fades.
I saw this circulating Facebook. I thought it deserved more from me than just a copy and paste. So, I am putting it here for the world to read, for my daughter to see.
1. Don't knock it 'til you try it.
2. Send Thank You cards for every act of hospitality. (I myself am still working on this habit.)
3. Travel light through life. Keep only what you need.
This is a sponsored post. Rest assured though, all the opinions are mine.
My daughter loves being in the kitchen. This interest started when we first began homeschooling... I used cooking as a means to make science and math more interesting. Since then, she has assisted me with dinners and lunches countless times.
But now, her absolute favorite recipe book is Cook by Colours. As it says on the cover, it's targeted toward a younger demographic* (Reagan is 9). But the food is delicious, and that is good enough reason to continue using this book.
I'm so happy to tell you that both kids will be going back to a brick-and-mortar school in a few weeks.
As you know, we pulled Reagan out last October. And we pulled Riley out when we moved in April. Reagan and I had many conversations about school. She decided that she would rather be in school. She is ready to give it a go.
Words fail me here. I am beyond proud of her for her decision.
I am so grateful to my husband for pulling her out in October. I know removing her from her surroundings last year was the right move. The Reagan she is today is confident and more self-assured. The Reagan we withdrew from school was struggling and breaking from peer pressure.
She needed an environment where she felt safe to be herself. And homeschool/virtual school gave her exactly that.
So, it is with extreme pride (and quiet, internalized fear) that I get ready to send her back out into the world.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11 and my son Riley is 9. Baby 3 should arrive in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!