Funny bone

Today I told Gregory about his funny bone. I told him that when you hit your elbow on something and it makes your whole arm hurt you are hitting your funny bone, but it really isn’t funny because it hurts.

After I told him he got down off of the chair and went to his little table and hit his elbow. I am sure he did this on purpose. Then he came right back to me and told me he hit his funny bone.

Now that was actually funny about a funny bone.

I guess he wants to experience all he can. He could have waited for that a bit longer though.

I do love my funny child.

Pregnant and tired

I have been quite tired lately. All my energy goes into Gregory and making sure he is fed and has had a chance to let off his energy. Usually we go to the playground for that. Potty training is going better. We give him a hot wheels or matchbox car when he goes poop in the potty. That has been the only thing to work. We have been able to give him quite a few cars lately. The only thing is those cars are one dollar a piece. It is worth it though. I am not going to change anything now with potty training, because Gregory still has accidents and the baby coming. We will probably wait till Gregory has adjusted to being a big brother before we stop giving him the cars. I am guessing Gregory will probably start having more accidents once the baby comes. I am hoping not, but expecting some regression.
Gregory’s face is healing up pretty well. He still has a few little spots that are healing, but I don’t think there will be any scars.

With my exhaustion I haven’t done much around the house. So most of the cleaning has fallen to Cullen. He has been great too.

This past week I got worried about the baby and went to the hospital to check. Her movement had slowed down so much, two days in a row. I went from having a very active baby to one that was hardly moving. All checked out ok. I was just very concerned. Since then she is moving like she was before the slow down. I don’t know why she slowed down but I am glad that she is back to moving like crazy.
I know movement slows when the baby gets bigger, but not that dramatically. I have eight weeks to go, May 16.

It is amazing what you can’t prevent your child from doing.

031509 Gregory with boo boo's
Originally uploaded by smileahug.

A couple of days ago Gregory ran away from me when we were coming home from the playground. He tripped and ended up skinning his nose, forehead, and hands.

His face is healing up pretty well, but I still feel bad. Why is it so hard to get three year olds to listen?

There are good parts to rough weeks

So much has been going on, some good stuff and some not so good. The not so good has made it hard for me to get through the day. I think if I had the option I would stay in bed all day. So it is good that I have a three year old. I have no choice but to get out of bed. We are going to be moving in about four or five months. I am not sure exactly where, but I am sure we will find a place to rent. I don’t want to go into anymore detail than that. The good part is that we have a plan and it will all work out. Even so, it is still very stressful.

Now moving on to the good. Cullen, Gregory, my friend Caitlin, and I all went to the zoo on Monday. The weather was pretty nice. It was a bit windy though. The most memorable part of the trip was when Cullen got peed on by an orangutan and then later got splattered on by some cow pee. After that Gregory wouldn’t stop saying “Someone’s going to pee on daddy” and “a monkey peed on daddy (laugh)”.


Other than that not much is happening, just getting a bit bigger pregnant belly. I will be around when I can.

Oh it is March

Sometimes life seems like a bit too much. If you give things time all will work itself out. That is what is happening right now. Things are working themselves out. Getting things figured out along with being pregnant is tiring to me. It also leaves me with worries. Sleeping and worrying are hard to do at the same time. So that makes the tired part even more so. I have been trying to keep moving and my goal every day is to get at least one thing done. Today I just want to get the clothes in the dryer out and folded. Pregnancy hormones are not pleasant for me. You could say I have prepartum depression instead of postpartum depression. I am pretty sure I will be feeling much better after I have my sweet baby in my arms. Pregnancy is not my cup of tea. I am so grateful to be having this baby, but pregnancy is wearing on me. My right hip hurts and some days I can barely stand on it. It feels like my hip is going to give out. It is the issues not related to pregnancy that makes life so worrisome right now. The good thing is that there will probably be a plan by the end of this month. I will feel better once we come up with a solution. I always feel better when there is a plan. That is why I have written so little lately. I can’t get my worries off my mind to focus on much other than the current situation. It is that much more worrisome because I am due in less than three months. I just don’t know what will happen. All I know is that I love my husband for better and for worse. Gregory is a ball of sunshine even when he keeps turning off the lights when I have told him no. And that my unborn child keeps letting me know that she is in there and has strong arms and legs. A person needs more than just love to live on, but love sure does make life that much easier when everything else isn’t.
I am thankful for the hugs, kisses, and I love you’s. I have also been trying to keep a positive outlook on everything. I try to look at the positive side of life. I have gone through plenty in my life and even blindness hasn’t stopped me from seeing the good and trying to make the best of things.
Life isn’t all that bad when you have a reason to smile and laugh every day even if you also end up crying.

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Smile moment from yesterday

Gregory decided it was a good idea to put a blanket over his head and run down the hallway.
He ran into one door frame. I helped him get up, but he ran off before I took off the blanket.
He then ran into another door frame.
He has a cut on his upper lip from that.
I am thinking it is a good thing he isn’t blind like his mommy or we just might end up in the hospital more than I would like.
Jokingly Cullen said that Gregory was trying to be like me.

Goodness!!!