...my children would grow up to be well-loved and held in high esteem by their peers.

Kinda like these guys.

See the similarities?  Born leaders?  I hope so!

...this would be more recent.

Another post from the other blog on 11/20.

I post stuff on Facebook all the time because it's quick and easy and more of my friends and family see it than they do my blog.  But I don't want to forget any of it...so here I go.  :)

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9/12/12 –

Me: Miles, we need to do your homework for the week after dinner.

Miles: Yay! I get to stay up late to do homework!

Haha! Nice try small fry! Hated to ruin his excitement about homework...

10/7/12-

Miles at Salsarita's:

"I like big butts and I cannot lie. When they get in your face you get sprung."

Yep. I've created a monster. This. Is. Not. Good.

10/30/12-

Watching Charlotte's Web with Miles.

Miles: Mommy, we don't kill pigs.

Me: That's how we get bacon and sausage.

Miles: Yeah, but we don't have to kill them!

So I guess he thinks we just shave the bacon off them? Yikes. Looks like we'll have to clarify that someday...but not today.

10/30/12-

Miles told me yesterday his new nickname is "Magic Mike". Fortunately he has his mother's rhythm...should have NOTHING to worry about.

11/4/12-

Well it happened. Miles asked how Calvin was made. Yep...HOW. I hesitated and he said "Did God make him?" I took the out. No further explanation necessary...thanks God!

11/15/12-

I didn't post this convo earlier because I wasn't sure how it would go over, but it's too hysterical NOT to share.

Miles: What's inside a pea?

Granny: Pea-ness

Miles: Eeewwww! I don't like penis. I'm never gonna eat penis!

Granny: Thats not the kind of pea-ness I was talking about!

Funniest conversation ever had in our kitchen.

11/16/12-

Awwww! It just happened. Miles said he wants to marry me. *tears*

I burst his bubble by telling him he'd want to marry some other beautiful blonde one day. ;)

11/17/12-

Miles is big into rhyming right now. Like REALLY into it. I'm waiting for an F-bomb any day.

So Brad brought him a stuffed monkey from Vegas. I asked him what he wanted to name him.

Miles: Uhm...chimp?

Me: Ok. That's pretty simple.

Miles: Uhm. Chimp Pimp?

...I would post on here more often..but alas...here I am dumping a bunch of stuff.

From another blog I have...but I meant to post here...

This is from 9/20/12.

Mr. Calvin will be here in 6 days or less.  His eviction day is 9/26...unless he decides to jump ship sooner, which Mama is hoping for.  :)

We've had a lot of comments about his name.  The polite people kindly say "Oh is that a family name?" which translates to "Why would you choose that unless it's a family thing?"  The not as polite people say "Oh." and leave it at that.  So just like I did with Miles, I'm going to explain where we got his name for all the naysayers.

Calvin Emerson C.

Calvin is a family name on my Mom's side.  Her father's name was John Calvin.  I am also a HUGE Calvin & Hobbes fan.  It's also not a popular name.  We're not trendy people, as you know.  ;)

Emerson is a nod to me.  With Miles we made his middle name "Brady" after Brad.  So Calvin will have Emerson after me.  Coincidentally, after we decided on Emerson, I found out that the sweetest, cutest little old man I've ever met (Mom's youth group leader from when she was in high school) is named Emerson. 

Our last name obviously starts with a C.  So his initials will be CEC, which is a nod to my Dad, who we lost in March to cancer.  So his name is very special and very well thought out.  It is a strong name that will always remind me of my Dad.  Hopefully he'll be as strong as Dad...perhaps not as stubborn (God help us!), but strong and compassionate would be great.  :)

Now he just needs to get here so we can snuggle him.  haha.  :)

...this pregnancy would be as easy breezy as Miles' pregnancy.

But alas...it's not.  First of all, this kid apparently is a giant.  He's measuring 2 weeks ahead and is on track to be at least 9 pounds.  We'll see how that turns out.  Second, I'm enjoying the lovely disorder called Pubic Symphysis Disorder this time around.  Many second time Moms get to enjoy it...I suppose because of either having had a baby (vaginally) or (in my case) everything having been stretched out before...things stretch a little too much the second go around.

Last night by the time I got in bed I was nearly in tears.  Everything from my mid-back down to my knees was hurting...seriously hurting.  It hurt to roll over, even with a pillow between my legs it hurt to lay down.  I took a hot (not too hot) bath to hopefully ease the muscle tension...no luck.  Then I was just hot...too hot to be under the covers.  I tried sleeping with the Snoogle, but had to abandon that in the middle of the night and sleep sitting up.  That did help a bit.  It didn't hurt quite as bad to get up after I'd slept like that for a while. 

So anyway, I'm ready to be done.  I want my body back.  I'm at THAT point...the one where you're just ready to have an outside baby and be back to doing what you did before.  Having a c-section, I know it will take longer than a few pushes to get there...but I'll take that over this any day. 

I want to be able to play with my first little man.  Fortunately he is 4 and smart...so he understands I can't play because Calvin is in my tummy and it hurts to get down on the floor.  So he understands, but I see the way he lights up when I do get to play with him.  It makes him the happiest kid ever.  So I'm ready to be able to do that again.  I made him a fort yesterday out of the couch and ottomans and a blanket.  You would've thought I built him a replica of the Taj Mahal.  It was fabulous.  Highlight of my very long day for sure.

So that's where we are.  32 weeks today.  C-section scheduled for 39 weeks and 3 days.  So we have another 7 weeks ahead of us...if we make it that long.  He's pretty big and pretty active.  Some days it feels like he's trying to bust out of there Alien-style.  Let's hope THAT doesn't happen without a trained surgical professional handy to clean up the mess!

17 weeks and cooking!

Had another doc appointment Monday.  Baby's heartbeat is right on track, albeit slower than Miles' (does that mean it's a girl?).  We scheduled our anatomy scan for my birthday.  Brad and I have decided to find out that morning and then keep it a secret until the following Saturday where we'll have a "Sex Party" to announce to our close friends and family. 

I'm very excited!  I wanted to do that with Miles, but I never got to it.  This is our last hurrah so why not go all out?  On top of all that our family has been through hell for the last 7 months.  It's time to celebrate something...even if it is something silly.  So we're gonna. 

Here's the bump at 17 weeks.

Little babe is right on track!

Had another great appointment today.  Over the weekend I couldn't shake the feeling that there was no heartbeat and when I went in this morning I was going to find out that the baby had stopped growing.  I know, I know.  I need to stop worrying about nothing.  Brad says if I could find a way to capitalize on how much I worry we'd be rich.  Sadly, I can think of no way to manage that.  :-)

So the baby, which I like to call "she", is back on schedule.  They originally moved my due date back a few days because the early ultrasounds were consistently 3 days off.  But today she was measuring exactly 13 weeks.  So they moved me up to 10/1 from 10/4.  So we're right back to where we started.  :-)  We had our NT scan this morning that measures the nuchal fold on the back of the baby's head to guage the risk of chromosomal abnormalities like Down Syndrome and two others that I can't think of right now.  We measured in the "normal range", but they sent off my bloodwork to get a better idea of if we're in the clear or not.

I feel great though about it all.  Very reassured, which is just what I needed after losing our last baby in October.  So this little fighter is doing great.  Such a huge relief.  On the ultrasound I got to see her flip around and kick her legs and wave her arms.  It was fabulous.  Brad couldn't get away from work this morning so he missed it, which makes me sad...but we're both relieved by the good news.

Here's a pic of our little babe from this morning.  They wouldn't give us a gender guess like they sometimes do...this ultrasound tech said it's too early and she wouldn't feel confident guessing right now.  So I'm good with that.  I'd be so disappointed if she told me one thing and then in May we find out she was all wrong.  So it's for the best!  :-)

The belly - 12 weeks

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