Every Wednesday I write a post to reflect on any big events in our family’s life, along with all of the small changes and new developments I notice with Annabelle during the week. Life moves so quickly, and this is my way of keeping track – my virtual scrapbook, if you will. If you write a post, or put together a collection of photos, to record the happenings with your own children or family, I’d love to have you link up so I can follow along. There’s a link-up at the bottom of this post for anyone who would like to join. This year, I’m also participating in Mamatography, a 366 day photo challenge, started by Luschka at Diary of a First Child, and this weekly update seems the perfect time to post the photos I take during the week, so you’ll see them scattered about in each post.
Oh, what a week it has been! Poor Annabelle ended up with a stomach bug of some kind on Sunday night that, between the illness itself and the lack of sleep, had her looking, and probably feeling a bit pathetic up until today. Right after I wrote about how smoothly sleep was starting to go, this came on and threw it all out of whack, and also brought the need for some days at home to recover and keep the germs to ourselves. Staying at home all day is not what it used to be now that we have only a table and a bed for furniture, and little entertainment.
Fortunately, we have not lost our rhythm completely, and we had the good sense to keep the spare sheets behind rather than send them with the movers. All’s well that ends well, right? Tonight and last night, Annabelle went to sleep after calling me in just one time during the drifting off process. She really seems to be comfortable with this new way of doing things, and it feels great!
I began my third trimester on Saturday, and boy can I feel it! It seems as though my uterus is taking up my entire abdominal cavity and it’s difficult to imagine it growing any more, though I know it must. This baby’s movements are so much different from Annabelle’s, and I actually find them downright painful at times. Until recently, I could almost forget I was pregnant sometimes, as I went about the business of the day, but of course the jabs to my ribs are wonderful reminders that I have a thriving, developing human in there, so I’m happy for them to continue all the same!
I had a prenatal appointment on Thursday and Annabelle talked from the time she woke up about how the doctor was going to measure my belly. I casually mentioned her enthusiasm as my OB was getting her measuring tape, and she invited Annabelle up to the exam table to help. She was thrilled! I had bloodwork done in advance of this appointment and was happy to learn that my iron levels have returned to “normal.” What’s interesting is that my platelets, obviously another very important part of my blood, are low. They’re not alarmingly low or anything, but still something to be aware of. I followed all the rules while pregnant with Annabelle, but this time have been drinking coffee and tea in moderation, and I think that may be the difference. I have cut those out again, mostly, so we’ll see if that makes a difference.
Annabelle has been obsessed with construction vehicles. Every time we’re in the car, she talks about how she’s “wanting to see a tractor,” and she is thrilled by every dump truck and cement truck she sees. She loves climbing into and out of the car by herself lately, but when she gets into the larger of our two vehicles, she often needs a boost. I put my hand under her bottom and offer a bit of a push when asked, and lately her method of asking has been to say, “Mama, scoot you [me] up like a tractor!” My hand plays the tractor, and she’s the dirt pile, I guess. When we were out for a walk on the weekend and she saw this pile of rocks, she immediately climbed on it and started, “digging like a tractor!” She was incredibly happy!
I’m not sure if it’s the illness and the exhaustion it has brought, or the unsettled nature of things in the midst of this move, but it has definitely been frustration central around here lately. Annabelle gets very upset when I put something down in the wrong place, say something she doesn’t want to hear, or otherwise stand in the way of what she wants, when she wants it. I am trying to meet these behaviors with gentle consistency. Responding with things like, “I’m having a really hard time understanding when you use that voice. Can you think of another way to tell me what you want?” or, “are you thinking, ‘mama, can you please help me do xyz?’” Sometimes I just have to look at her, and say, “Mama,” in a calm and questioning voice, and she’ll pick that word and tone up and use it to tell me what she’s needing. Other times I’m not so patient, or she’s not so responsive, or both, and we end up in a bit of a rough spot, but so far we’re making it through them.
Through it all, though, we’re having fun. Her jokes involving what things are (“That’s not a tree! That’s an apple!”) have evolved and she now prefers to laugh about the attributes of different things. A favorite has been, “The ocean doesn’t have arms to hold you! That’s funny!” She also talks frequently and enthusiastically about the new baby and the new house. The baby’s nursing habits are a topic of great interest, and I’m also asked frequently to pull up you tube videos of mammals nursing their young. There’s plenty to pull us all through the frustrating moments, I suppose!
What has been happening in your house this week? Feel free to link up with your own update post below, or just use the comments section to fill me in!