on kids

The baby pooped on me today. I was in a bit of shock. I had watched the baby poop three times, I was so sure I'd be in the clear to bring him, commando style to the bath. After 3 poops, there shouldn't have been anything left in reserve. But oh no. 1 step short of the stairs, the baby hits me in the hand and shirt with that yellow, runny poop. You gotta live for moments like these....

The husband thinks my older son stresses me but he has it backwards. Older son is a piece of cake. He's fun now. You talk to him and it's crazy cool to see the things that a 5-year-old can come up with. Plus he's potty trained [though nights are still hard] and can entertain himself in the mornings versus my nusing the baby, changing the baby and trying to time my shower between feedings, so I can feel human.

I shall always be curious to see how the two boys turn out. Older son does well in both reading and math, which is such a relief to his dad and me. He's a ham but he's bookish enough to listen to the teacher. Baby is too young to evaluate but my prediction is he's the serious one. He's not a contented baby the way his brother was and he is a lot more fitful. And it's interesting that he chooses to sleep with one eye open. One of the nurses said our baby had an old soul. Interesting, that.

Googling pregnancy gripes

I tried googling pregnancy gripes and was surprised that morning sickness and back pain came up. Nothing came up along the lines of pregnant woman loses sanity during weeks 37-40, which was a letdown since that's where I'm at. Da belly is so painfully big now that I truly require the audible safety beeps that you hear on the back of dump trucks, when I'm attempting to walk [da belly is so biiig and scary]...I've lost any illusion of grace that I ever had and my husband has to help pull me out of bed. And my feet easily resemble the feet of the Botero sculptures, if I'm foolish enough to sit without elevating my feet.

Even with 2 weeks left, it doesn't feel like I can make it. All this time, so close and yet so far. I may wind up buying the rose hips to try and accelerate things. Baby Jack is still moving quite a bit. I can't imagine he's still happy with the cramped quarters. Who knows? Maybe folks could film a new reality show: Pregnancy in the Final Weeks. Bet it would make Bridezilla look tame. Will the couples be able to handle these hormonal times? Where's the Valium when I need it?