It is late...

It is late and I should be sleeping but I can't. I feel drowsy and comfy at the moment so I don't mind. No aches and pains and no RLS (restless leg syndrome). My husband who is fighting a cold is lightly snoring beside me. If I do decide I can sleep that will have to stop. Baby is churning up a storm inside of me anxious to meet the world. I am anxious to meet him too.

What is he like? Some children are so different and some are very much the same. Will he be rowdy and hyper all the time when he is older or will he like to play with toys like Dassa? I do pray that he has no allergies or tummy trouble. I also hope that he isn't shy because though I have to keep an eye on Dassa at all times I really enjoy how outgoing she is. It makes group settings fun.

There are so many things to wonder about. His weight, his personality and his looks that I don't mind already knowing (or maybe knowing) his gender. I love talking to him and using a name. He is as much a part of my life now as he will be after birth. Of course I can't forget about him. I take him everywhere with me and he is a mover so he likes to let me know he is there... often.

I was told at the last ultra-sound that he is going to be a fair sized baby, even being born at 38 1/2-39 weeks. I don't know how right that is but the Gyno figured he would be about 8lbs to 8lbs 5oz. Hadassah was born at 41 1/2 weeks and weighted 8lbs 2oz and was 22inch. She was born looking like she was, an overdue baby. So if anybody wants to start guessing on weight and length go ahead.

Big girl bed

Tonight is Hadassah's first night in a toddler bed. Today we picked her up the Disney Princess Canopy bed from walmart. She cried but that isn't uncommon for her. She often cries at bedtime. After getting out twice she has remained put for 45 minutes. Hopefully it goes smoothly tonight but I can tell you I am filled with all sorts of doubts. I hear her chatting away in her room (as she usually does) but I really want to go and peek in on her but I am controlling myself.

I find that these big steps in parenting for me are filled with so much doubt. Everyone has a different opinion on when a child is read for this or that. Of course many people admit each child is unique and you as the parent will "know".  It is that knowing that I struggle with. Is Hadassah old enough for a toddler bed? Is Hadassah old enough to know she has to eat the food she doesn't like? Is she old enough not to know she shouldn't suck her thumb? Everyone will have a different opinion on it but you as a the parent make the decision for your child. It is the decision making that I struggle with. The guilt that I am asking too much or too little. The knowledge that as a parent I am going to make (and have made) mistakes troubles me.

But for now, Dassa is safe and sound in her bed (I hope) and I am ready for my own bed. The decision to put her in a toddler bed is made (and to avoid the change happening when Baby is ready for to graduate from the bassinet). Now let us see if I can actually get sleep tonight.

80% chance

of a boy...  honestly, I think that he (my gyno/ob) randomly picks a percentage. He said not to give away any girl clothes yet and he also told the ladies at the desk to make another appointment for me in 5 weeks. So, he can't be that sure. Which makes me unsure. For now we are saying baby is a boy, Eugene David Klysko.

Busy avoiding a poopy bum.

A few months ago my darling daughter pooped in potty. She would sit and poop and sometimes pee in her potty then put her arms out that she was done. We then cheered and clapped over her accomplishment. (ah, to be young and bowel movements in the toilet be "cute"). Then she got sick and we lost the toilet training we are working on. In fact, if she is having trouble pooping all I have to do is put her on the toilet and voila, she poops after I take her off and get her diaper back on.

Now, I am not worried. My daughter isn't even two yet. But for quite a few months I rarely had to change those vile toddler poops. I got spoiled. But children don't always do what we want. And sometimes, I find for myself at least, I think they purposefully do the opposite of what we want. While this can be true... it isn't always. Yes, kid's are smarter than we often give them credit for but I know, as a reasonable adult, that my child doesn't poop her diaper just because mommy has to change her then.

What an interesting post this is after not blogging for a time.  Once again, I planned for my blog to be deep and meaningful, even profound. Instead I talk about my daughter's poopy bum.  And enough talk, time to deal with it.