Monday, January 30, 2012

vintage Grayson time!

One of my favorite series of posts on this blog is Grayson Says. I haven't been doing as many lately because he's actually starting to communicate and whatnot. But they were huge fun when he was too young to really tell us how he felt.

I thought I'd highlight a few of my favorites for all my newbie readers. *waves*. Plus, you get to see vintage G is all his glory, complete with stubby legs and really short hair.

G versus Grass


When Daddy walks into the room...



Grayson's first snowman



I'm on a Bed!


Aww, all of these baby pics of G make my ovaries hurt... that is, they would be if one ovary wasn't already producing hormones for another baby while the other is moping that it didn't get a shot at producing an egg.

I can't wait to hold a squishy new baby in my arms. I hope they're as fun as G is. The kiddo? He has such a sense of humor.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

to talk or not to talk

Baby #2 is quickly approaching second trimester (yay). But our first baby - a baby no more - is rapidly approaching two years. Next week, he'll hit 20 months.

Babycenter sent me a 19 months and 3 week update. One of these days, I should cancel these weekly emails as they can kinda make me go crazy. It stated, and I quote: "Don't worry if your child doesn't say much: A vocabulary of anywhere between ten and 50 words is normal for this stage of development."

Whaa? 10-50 words??

G has one. "Moo."

If you ask him what a cow says, or if he sees a picture of a cow, he says, "Moo."

Almost two months ago, we had him evaluated by Early Intervention. In all of his other categories, including speech in terms of how much he understands, he scored high, even high enough to qualify for the 24 month evaluation. She said to call back sometime around 22-24 months if he still was having problems.

Of course, I'm not being all that patient. It's so frustrating to have your toddler only grunt at you when he wants something or babble in a way you can't understand. We received some tips on how to encourage him to speak, such as refusing to understand him even if you do get what he wants, but nothing seems to be working. This is made all the more frustrating by the fact that I'm currently taking a class on how to teach young children to read. We learned how speech is mostly a natural skill learned without actually being taught it, while reading must be taught.

I told myself, well, if I can't teach him to speak, then I'll teach him some sign language. He now recognizes and often uses the following signs: more, all done, milk, and diaper.

More - tapping of fingers together.


All done - holding out both hands with palms up, then turning them palms down.


Milk - squeezing hands into fists.


Cute, right? It's not talking, but at least it's communicating.

I know that his understanding of language is right on par for his age. He picked up these signs pretty easily. But he can't use signs forever. Eventually he's gotta form his lips into the words and really communicate with us.

In two more months, if he hasn't stepped up his talking game, I'll definitely be calling TEIS back. For some reason, our efforts just aren't working. At that point, it'll be time to hand it over to the professionals. I do feel guilty, wondering what about my parenting skills is so lacking that my child won't speak. I'm a quiet person by nature, but when G was born, I stepped up my efforts to talk more. It became habit to narrate actions and name things throughout the day; we also read a ton starting from a very young age.

I can't help the mommy guilt, though.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

double digits, baby!


Oh man, I look tired. Oh wait, I am. I also think I look 4 months pregnant. Ahem.

I didn't post this yesterday in honor of the SOPA blackout, so it comes a day late. Ah, well.

I'm 10 weeks pregnant!

I threw up for the first time a couple nights ago. I just couldn't fight it anymore. I've had pretty bad nausea since about 5 weeks, but I've been able to fight it off by using my wrist bands, candy, and distraction, but not this time. I'm hoping that's the first and only time I throw up. A couple more weeks and I'm out of first trimester - maybe the nausea will start backing off.

Now that I'm further along, I'll start filling out these little charts about how things are going.
  • How far along? 10 weeks. Double digit time!
  • Total weight gain: 3 pounds. I gained 36 pounds with G - hoping for a little less this time.
  • Maternity clothes?  Not really. I'm wearing a Bella Band, but that's it.
  • Stretch marks? Nothing new.
  • Sleep: Okay most of the time. I'm using a pillow between my legs already. I'm usually up for 30-45 minutes a night because I get stuffy. Stupid nose.
  • Best moment this week: Eh, nothing super awesome. Still feeling pretty crappy most of the time.
  • Miss Anything? Amaretto sours. :)
  • Movement: Baby was moving like crazy on the ultrasound, but I can't feel it yet.
  • Food cravings: Meeeaat. Chicken enchiladas. Cheesy things. Gravy.
  • Food aversions: Peanut butter. The after smells of food, especially eggs.
  • Gender: No idea yet.
  • Labor Signs: Nothing.
  • Symptoms: Bloating, aches and pains, fatigue, nausea, hot flashes.
  • Belly Button in or out? In. Last time, it just disappeared and smoothed out, but didn't pop out.
  • Wedding rings on or off? On.
  • Looking forward to: Losing the nausea and feeling some baby movement!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

first baby appt

We had our first prenatal appointment this morning. It was, by far, the worst day for all-day nausea I've had. I did ask for a prescription for anti-nausea meds. I only have three more weeks in the first trimester (wow!), so I'm hoping it'll be over soon. I was nauseous for at least 14 weeks with G, though, so who knows.

But, drum roll please.

Introducing, baby #2!


Yes, there is only one baby in there. The ultrasound threw me at first because we caught some glimpses of the egg yolk sack, but she said there was definitely one one. Yay. I think baby #2 is thrilled to inhabit that uterus all by itself, judging by how much it moved on the ultrasound. G wasn't even 8 weeks when we first saw him, so I wasn't prepared for how large this baby was at almost 9 weeks.

I know it's way early to feel any movement, but I swear I've felt a few flutters now and then. I'm holding my tongue about it until at least a few more weeks have passed, but I wouldn't be surprised if I felt kiddo 2 even just a tiny bit right now. That kid can move.

See that little foot sticking out there? Dave was like, aww, it's waving to us, but the ultrasound technique was all like, um, that's a foot. haha. Sure, kiddo, wave with your foot. That's fine by us.

The heartbeat was pounding away like crazy. My OB was infinitely pleased. She's pledged to be the one to deliver this baby, since she missed G's birth by about 5 minutes. I'm just relieved that everything checked out okay. We can breathe easier now that our miscarriage rate has dropped to almost nill.

Anyway, I'm going to go lay down before I puke. If I can make it this whole pregnancy without throwing up once, I'll be sooo happy.
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