And Baby Makes FOUR!!

I don't have more than a few minutes at a time these days to do anything on the computer, so I will be writing as much down as I can before I have to get back to my kiddos. Here is the story of Lucas entering our little family:)

Some background info. My intention was to try and have Lucas via vbac (vaginal birth after cesarean). It was planned that I go in to be induced on the 25th of February. My doctor was pretty sure that I would make it until then because of my history ( having to be induced at 41 weeks with Cole and my failure to dilate on my own). So, here we go...

Feb 18th- I was telling my sister Sarah how huge I was and even took a picture with my cell phone and sent it to her as proof. She told me I didn't look that big (liar), she's sweet. That night I was up until midnight trying to get comfortable enough to go to bed and I was having a really hard time. I was just sitting there thinking of the days when laying down felt good. When I could stretch out on my back and feel tension leave my body as I drifted to sleep. When you are 38 weeks pregnant, no position is comfortable, least of all on your back. I even got a little weepy at one point and tried to wake up Travis, telling him how totally uncomfortable I was and how badly I wanted to get to sleep. He mumbled something but, of course, didn't fully wake. I finally straddled my body pillow and shut my eyes.

Feb. 19th- I remember Travis leaving for work around 5. He kissed me and I heaved my belly to the other side of the bed to stretch out:) At 5:30am, I woke up again, not realizing what had woken me. I had a tremendous urge to pee, so I pulled myself up and out of bed. Before I could get to the toilet, there was a gush. I was still half asleep, so I wasn't too sure what was happening but I did say to myself, "Am I seriously peeing my pants right now?". I hurried sat on the toilet and tried to stop the stream but I couldn't. Then I peed and tried to stop the stream and I could. I suddenly had the thought that my water may have broke. I sat there for a while trying to get my bearings and wake up a little more. More gushing. My water broke when I was in the hospital laboring with Cole but the sensation is so odd that I wasn't positive that it was the same as last time. I stood up...gush. I went to the phone and called Travis. "Hey honey, I'm pretty sure that my water just broke"
"WHAT?"
"I think my water broke."
"You think? Should I come home?"
"Yeah, we should probably go to the hospital"
I hear him yell to a co-worker "Hey dude, I gotta go!!"
"Is it your wife?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna have a baby!!"

Next I called my sister Sarah, no answer. I called my sister Lou, she answered and I explained what was going on and if she could come over and watch Cole while we went to the hospital. She was on her way:) I called my mom, no answer but I left her a message telling her that we were going to the hospital. My mom was planning on coming to the birth and had been at the ready for over a week, even though I was pretty sure that she would have to wait until the induction (oops). Cole woke up because of all of the hubub. He was still pretty tired but he was in a good mood, which made everything much easier for me. Travis came home and I decided to take a shower and eat a big breakfast because who knew how long it would be before I'd get to do either of those things again. Travis didn't understand why I wanted to shower, he truly thought that we needed to be like in the movies and screech through traffic because my water had broken. He's so funny. He kept telling me that I needed to hurry and kept asking me why I was acting so calm. I finally had to explain to him that there was a possibility that I would be pushing a small bowling ball out of my vagina, so I didn't think it would do me any good to rush around and get all freaked out. I told him that I had been prepping for this for 9 months now , so I was ready for what was going to happen. He didn't quite get it:) I took my shower (with Cole of course) and felt really good when we left for the hospital. I had started having contractions soon after my water broke and I realized that it was a contraction that woke me from my sleep in the first place. We made it to the hospital in record time and went to the labor and delivery floor to check in. I explained that I thought my water had broken and told them about the gush. They were pretty sure that I was right, so they admitted me and got me in a room right away. They were in the middle of a shift change so the nurse in triage, Lisa, was in the room with me having me fill out paper work while I was breathing through my contractions. They got a hold of my doctor and they started me on a very slow drip of Pitocin. At one point, Lisa, the nurse that was getting off and the nurse that was coming on were all in my room. Lisa was filling out stuff on the computer concerning my pregnancy and she asked me how many times I had been pregnant. Two.
Were there any complications with the previous pregnancy?
Well, other than having to have a c-section, no. The room fell silent and all three of the nurses just stared at me for a moment.
THIS IS A VBAC?!
Yes.
You should have told us this when you first got here.
I didn't know I had to.
If you have any more babies, the first thing you tell anyone when you get to a hospital is that you are trying for a vbac.
Good to know.
They all started to hustle and bustle and all three of them left the room.
After about 20 minutes, the head nurse came in and told me that I wouldn't be able to have a vbac because my doctor was going out of town at 4pm and there was no way that I was having the baby before he left and I couldn't have it after he left because he was the only doctor at the hospital that performed vbacs. I burst into tears. I was so ready for a vaginal birth. I was ready to see my baby be born, to have Travis cut the cord, to keep him in the room with us as he is weighed and measured and cleaned up. I wanted that experience so badly with Cole and I had a really hard time dealing with what had happened with his birth. I also did NOT want to have to heal from another c-section while having to take care of an infant AND a toddler. I knew that the transition was going to be tough enough for Cole just bringing a baby into the house but for me not to be able to take care of him, would just make it harder on him and me. I was laid up for almost two months with my previous c-section and I DID NOT want to do that all over again. The nurse left the room and I broke down. Travis tried to console me and told me that we just needed to do what was best for the baby and me. I knew he was right but I was devastated. I just kept saying, "I don't get to have my baby the way I want because my doctor is leaving?!" It just didn't make sense. Almost an hour later, I was having some intense contractions and I had dilated to a 3 ( all on my own, which I never did with Cole). The nurses kept popping in and telling me that they were still waiting for my doctor to come and see me. I just kept hoping that Luke would drop down and keep things going, so that I could try and have him before my doctor left but he was still really high in my pelvis. At one point, a nurse (can't remember her name) came in and told me that she would NEVER have a vbac because of the risks involved. Okay great, thanks. I hate it when people try to push their opinions on me, so I just smiled and nodded and told her that I deserved to have this baby the "right" way. She just shook her head at me. Whatever. My doctor finally made it in and explained that he was leaving on a family trip to Brian Head and he hadn't seen his family in two weeks because he had been so busy delivering babies. Before I had a chance to hate him, he told me that he would do everything in his power to help me get my vbac and that if he had to leave late, he would. I love that man:) I stopped crying immediately and really started to focus on getting my baby to drop and keep my contractions going strong. I got out of bed and rocked back and forth. I breathed through my contractions (which were getting ridiculous) and refused to get an epidural until I was at least 4 cm dilated. They came in to check me over an hour later and I was still at a three. Boo. I kept breathing and suffering:) Finally I had had enough and asked for my epidural. I was still at a three and in the back of my head I was convinced that the epidural was going to stop everything and I was going to have another c-section. By this time, Lou had made it to the hospital to be with me (her fiance Sam was watching Cole). I was happy to have my epidural but soon after, every time I had a contraction, the baby's heat rate would drop. I turned from side to side, to see if it would help but his heart rate decreased with every single contraction. It did pop right back up after the contraction was over but the decrease meant that he wasn't getting enough oxygen and that was scary. They put me on oxygen but nothing seemed to help. The nurse came in to check me and I was still at a 3 and although he had dropped a little, she told me that by the way his head was positioned against my cervix, that it didn't look like he would make it out on his own. Then she said, "Here is the best way to put this, you have a tiny vagina and big babies. Impossible combination." That made me laugh:) She said that it doesn't matter what you look like on the outside (basically she was calling me fat, lol), my pelvis was just to narrow to fit a baby through. She then told me that the entire staff was pulling for me and my vbac:) After another hour or so, the nurse came back in and told me that it was up to me but she thought that the baby was in distress and that the best option was to get him out as soon as possible. I told her that I agreed and that they should get my doctor to come and give me another c-section. I felt a little bit better about it this time because it was my decision but it still bothered me to know that I probably could have made it a little farther if Luke's heart rate had been steady. I also, again, blamed my failure to have a vaginal birth on my failure to cope with the pain. I really think that the epidural caused a lot of problems with both of my attempts at labor. So, they stopped my pitocin and prepped me for my c-section. Travis got into his scrubs and we waited for the doctor. The nurse came back in and told me that my doctor was really great at c-sections and that most of his patients had a really speedy recovery time. I thought, "Yeah right". My doctor finally showed up and asked me how I felt about everything. I told him that I wanted to get him out, so that he could have some steady oxygen:) He agreed. I also asked him to do an extra good job on me because I couldn't afford 2 months to recover. He told me that he would do his best job on me:) They rolled me back to the operating room and increased my epidural to go through my entire body. This was the part I truly hated. Last time, the epidural didn't bother me too much. But this time, the numbness was so intense throughout my entire body, that I felt like I couldn't breathe. I seriously felt like I was suffocating. At one point I told the anesthesiologist that I couldn't breathe. He told me that my oxygenation level was 99%, so he was positive that I was breathing well. He told me that I just couldn't feel my chest, so it felt like I couldn't breathe. That didn't make me feel any better. It was horrible but I just kept breathing and waiting to hear my baby cry. After a while, my doctor said, "okay, here he comes". Next thing I knew I heard him cry and he told me to look up. He held my baby boy up right when he came out, so that I could see him (I didn't get to see Cole like that, so it meant so much to me). They also kept Luke in the room while they were sewing me up, so I got to here how much he weighed and how long he was, 8lbs. 4oz. and 19 1/2 inches! My doctor also left the cord long so that Travis could cut it:) After they were done checking Luke out, they gave him to Travis and he got to come sit by me again, so that I had something to focus on, other than the fact that I couldn't breathe:) After they were done putting me back together, they put Luke in bed with me and wheeled us back to my room where my family had already started to gather. Luke was adorable right out of the womb and he was also extremely hungry! He was wagging his tongue around and was turning his head toward everyone that held him, trying to get a nibble:) I was able to get most of the feeling back into my body while everyone was oohing and aahing over him. After a while, we kicked mostly everybody out and I tried to nurse. This kid jumped at my boob and latched on like he had been doing it in the womb. He is seriously the most voracious eater EVER! After I finished feeding him off both sides, he passed out and we were moved to another room. Early the next morning, the nurse came in and told me that I needed to get out of bed and go for a walk. I remembered the last time I had to do this and all I could do was stand up after several minutes of trying, just to sit back down again. It was so painful, I refused to do it again for a while. This time, I got up slowly and I walked with the nurse out of my room and down the hall to the nurses station. I was thrilled that as much as I was hurting, it was a world away from the last time! Every day in the hospital was better than the last and I knew that I would heal so much faster than last time. While we were in the hospital Travis was on high alert! It was hilarious. Normally the guy could sleep through a tornado but he was waking up and darting to Lucas' side every time he made the tiniest noise:) I was kind of doing the same thing for the first few days. I had forgotten how much noise newborns make. Adorable but noisy! Cole tells me that Luke is laughing every time he makes a noise while he is sleeping:) Anyway, we left the hospital on Sunday night and I felt really good. Sore but good. I had my prescription for Percocet and Motrin, so I was set;) Cole was thrilled to finally have me home and he could not keep his hands or his mouth off of his brother! He kisses and hugs him constantly! He asks about him first thing every morning and always wants to give him a kiss goodnight. When Luke wakes up from his naps Cole tells me to GIVE HIM MILK MOMMY! He is quite fascinated that I can feed him from my boobies:) But the novelty is definitely wearing off. The other things he always says to me are, "ohhh, look at him mommy", "wuv you baby Wuke" and "kiss him mommy, right now!". I love how much he loves him:) He is also having tons of patience with me. When I am feeding Luke and Cole wants something, he waits very patiently for me to be done. Luke is a pretty chill baby. I consider myself pretty lucky to have had two such relaxed and low maintenance babies. Luke's only problem seems to be at night (around 8pm) he gets really fussy but only because he either has to fart, poop or burp. As long as we walk around with him and work the gas out, he is golden and will sleep for a 3-5 hour stretch! During the day, he sleeps a lot! He only wakes up to eat and be changed. I can keep him awake for a little while to get some exercise and tummy time but he pretty much just wants to crash. He sleeps best when I am holding him but he is getting used to being in his swing during the day to sleep. He pretty much refuses to sleep in his bassinet, which Cole loved, so at night he sleeps in bed with me. I don't worry about rolling over on him because I sleep like a statue when he is next to me. I just make sure to keep him on the opposite side of Travis because he WOULD totally squish him. That whole waking up at every sound wore off really quick once we got Luke home:) So, that is the story of my little Luke. We love him so much and can't wait to see what he'll be like when he gets his own little personality. We're pretty sure that he will have blue eyes like his brother but I guess we'll see:) He is very skinny compared to his chunka monk brother but that could change too, I guess. Cole had quite the booty when he was born and it is a struggle to keep Luke's diaper on over his nonexistent butt:) I'm sure I will just keep comparing the two of them as Lucas grows but I'll try to keep my observations to myself. Maybe that will help keep the 2nd child syndrome in check, lol.

36 weeks and counting...

This boy is beating me up on the inside! As much as I will be happy to see Lucas when he gets here, I will be a little sad to not be pregnant anymore. Yes, I'm exhausted and yes, I am DONE being uncomfortable and huge but there is something very comforting about having your baby inside of you. I know that he is safe and healthy and I love that I get to feel him moving around all day long:)

Travis finally got the room painted and the crib put together over the weekend! I'm super excited to see everything coming together for this new little kid:) We really just have to put the changing table together and set up the room and we'll be done. He will be staying in our room in a bassinet for the first 3 months but it still makes me feel more prepared to have his room all put together. I'm so happy that my mom is coming down to help me for a few when he gets here. It meant the world to me to have her here when I had Cole and it was especially wonderful that she was here because I needed A LOT of help because of my c-section. I'm hoping and praying that I will not have to have another on with Luke but I am also trying to prepare myself for anything and everything. I just think how hard it was for me when I had the c-section with Cole and I cannot even imagine going through all of that AND having a toddler running around!! So, I'm trying to stay positive, positive, positive:) I'm also hoping that he comes on his own (a tad early), so that I won't have to be induced. If he doesn't come on his own, I'm being induced on the 25th!! So, there is a chance that I will have him on my dad's birthday (the 26th), which would be pretty cool. But I am definitely pulling for an earlier date, so that he is smaller and so that I won't have to be stuck in a hospital bed for hours on end being induced. So, wish me luck!! I can't wait to meet my boy!! Cole keeps telling me to "get Luke out!". Believe me kiddo, I'm trying:)

The Slacker is Back...

But who knows for how long, lol. I just thought I should pop on here and update some things. I am 8 months pregnant today, which is WILD! It has gone by so fast, I swear I feel like I just found out that I'm pregnant. We've decided to name our second son, Lucas Jordan. We both like Lucas (and Luke) a lot and Jordan is Travis' middle name:) He is definitely a mover and a shaker!! He is constantly on the go inside me and his favorite organ to abuse is my bladder. My doctor told me, at my last appointment, to start counting kicks and make sure I get at least 10 good kicks a day. I was like, "Uh, piece of cake. He just kicked me 10 times while you were telling me that!". I love that he moves so much, it always makes me feel more secure that things are going okay in there. I want to get a 4d ultrasound done this week but Travis says he doesn't want to "waste" the money and that we'll see what e looks like soon enough. He's such a butt! Not only do I want to see him but I also feel like it is only fair to have those pictures and videos for him to see when he is older. We got them done with Cole and I think we should for Luke as well. I just don't want to set a precedent. I know what it's like to be the second baby;) So, I'll probably make the appointment and tell him if he doesn't want to see his son, then he doesn't have to come! I'm starting to get Luke's room in order and I need get clothes and receiving blankets washed and ready. Two months is not seeming like a very long time to get everything done:) Especially because my doctor is going to start trying at 37 weeks (only 5 weeks from now) to get my labor going. I've had a few people ask me if I need anything for the baby and I feel a little weird asking for anything because it is my second boy. But I talked to my sister and decided to register for a few things (mostly basic stuff) at Babies R Us. My step-mom is buying my crib (which is really nice). I found a super inexpensive one online at Babies R Us. We spent SO much money on Cole's room and as much as I love all of it, I am also trying to be more practical with this baby (sorry Luke). I am also NOT ready to hand down Cole's crib. He still hasn't figured out that he is totally capable of climbing out of his crib, so I'm keeping him in it as long as I can. Plus, he will be going through a big enough transition just having a new baby in the house. Anyway, I am super excited and kind of freaking out about this new baby!

Christmas with Cole this year was AWESOME! He loves to talk about Santa and his reindeer. He was thrilled that Santa came to his house and gave him some presents:) In fact, he said that every present he got was from Santa, mom and dad got no credit what so ever! Oh, well:) He, of course, got way too many presents and our house feels overrun and even smaller! My sister, Sarah, came to town for Christmas, so I got to see her cute little pregnant belly. She is having a girl 8 weeks after me! Her name is Georgia Grace. It is crazy how much bigger I am than her!! 8 weeks makes quite a difference and the fact that this is my second and her first. It was fun to have someone to hang out with that knows exactly how all of this feels:) Her visit was short and I was so sad to see her go. I'm debating on whether or not try to go to her baby shower or if I should wait until she has her baby. I guess I'll just see how I feel after Lucas is born.

New Year's Eve was pretty uneventful but I was proud of myself for staying up and ringing in the new year, even if it was by myself. Travis couldn't even make it;) I ate a bowl of popcorn and some ice cream, so it wasn't too shabby. It's weird that it is 2010. I'm having a baby, my sister is having a baby and my little sister is getting married! so many things to look forward to this year! Oh, I have also come up with a New Year's Resolution. Although some may say that they are made to be broken, I'm really going to try and accomplish mine! I want to run in and finish the Las Vegas Marathon (which is in December, I think). I have been thinking about it for a while now and I think I'm ready for the challenge. Granted, I'm totally out of shape, I HATE running and I have to have my baby before I can even start to train. What can I say, I'm ready to go!!

Halloween...finally:)

So, for the sake of my kiddo (and my own horrible memory), I am posting about Halloween. It might be a month late but I wanted to make sure that Cole knows (when he's older) that we celebrated it and that he was the cutest little dog in the world!! My mom came down to see us and we went trick or treating at The District (the shopping center next to Green Valley Ranch Casino). They had little booths set up that all the kids could go up to and say trick or treat and I'm happy to say that by the end of the night, Cole was a master at saying it:) We also stopped by quite a few of the stores to t.o.t as well. Everyone, of course thought Cole was adorable but I have to admit that my man stole the show! As you can see in the pictures, he went as a very pregnant lady (in honor of our impending babe)! He was incredibly unattractive and turned many heads. Dudes called him very brave and ladies mostly just laughed and pointed. Some people even stopped him and had him take pictures with their confused children! I was a clown, my mom was a cowgirl and Louisa was a fairy. We started t.o.ting at around 5pm and were done by almost 7...it was perfect! And so much better than wandering around our depressing neighborhood looking for a house that was handing out candy. I am quite disappointed in the down turn that our little neighborhood has taken over the years. I remember when I was a kid in this neighborhood and would come home with a TON of candy. Nowadays, it's pretty dark and gloomy and pretty much no one is walking around. But I am happy at how successful we were at The District. I also feel more comfortable about the kind of candy that they were handing out. Oh, I forgot to say that earlier that day, we went to a "kid" fair in the parking lot of Sunset Station to find a pumpkin. Cole and I had gone the day before but I didn't end up getting a pumpkin because we had too much fun. Cole got to pet some animals at a little petting zoo thingy and he rode on the swings (a mini version of the kind that spin around) and a choo choo train:) Cole was hilarious on the swings and the choo choo train! When he is SUPER excited about something, he almost shuts down completely. You can see a smile lingering behind his eyes but it's almost as if things are too awesome and he doesn't know how to handle it. He was also SO excited about the petting zoo. It was his first encounter with live goats, bunnies and chickens (he's seen ducks before, although he had never pet one). I explained to him that he couldn't chase them and that he needed to be nice and slow but he could pet them if he wanted. He was such a good boy. He pet EVERYTHING over and over (except for the chickens, they just ran away). He kept saying, "hi goats" over and over again and would walk up to them very slowly and pet them:) I think the bunnies were his favorite. He called them bunny...pause...rabbits:) They were sleeping in the sun and pretty much didn't move a muscle, even when you touched them. I actually would have thought they were dead if I hadn't seen their noses moving:) So anyway, we decided to go back the next day with Travis and my mom and got to do it all over again (minus the petting zoo, which they had taken down...bummer). Back to that night...Cole was thrilled with his candy but I gotta tell you, the kid is an anomaly. He is the only kid I have ever met that will take a single lick of a sucker or a bite of a mini candy bar and then tell me he's done. He does it with bowls of ice cream, popsicles and other savory treats. I definitely appreciate his restrain but I have no idea where it comes from:) Needless to say, he went through his candy pretty fast and really only ate about a 1/3 of it. Eventually, he stopped asking for it all together after we'd get home from work. So, that's the story of 2009 Halloween...enjoy the pics!

Cole is TWO!

Okay, so I haven't blogged in approximately forever:) I pretty much don't go on my computer at home any more since I got $1400 stolen from my bank account through Ebay. It was a lame fiasco and I finally ended up getting my money back, disconnecting my wireless router and buying a new home computer. It is decked out with security from head to toe, so let's hope that nothing like that ever happens again:) Anyway...almost a month ago, my boy turned TWO!! I cannot believe how fast time has gone by. Cole is amazing! He is putting together three & four word sentences and is such a great little helper. He loves to take out the trash and he helps me change loads of laundry from the washer to the dryer. He also likes to help sweep the wood floors and put towels away in the cupboard. I know that when I have this baby, he will be such a good helper with him as well. I'll definitely be putting him to work and I'm pretty sure he'll love it:) Anyway, for his birthday we had the whole family come over (minus my mom and sister Sarah) and celebrate with pizza and, of course, a bundt cake! We had a Mickey Mouse candle for him to blow out and he blew it out all by himself. He LOVED when everyone sang Happy Birthday to him:) He has gotten pretty used to going to birthday parties because we have about 10 a month with the Stanleys;) So, he was extra excited that HE got to open the presents at this one. He loves to play with his cousins (oddly enough, he loves to play with his oldest cousin, Jaden, the most). I think she is just more interactive with him because she is older and besides, she is cute as a button, and Cole has always had a thing for the ladies;) Cole got some pretty cool stuff for his birthday that he just LOVES to play with. He got a lawn mower, a fishing pole, a cool tow truck magnet puzzle, a fire truck, some jets, balloons, a walking dinosaur and some other fun stuff I can't remember right now:) Travis and I got him a horse that he can ride (you know the kind with springs that has been around since forever)! He loves it! It makes trotting and neighing noises and he's gotten used to riding it pretty hard. He is honestly just too cute for words sometimes. He has also been throwing some legendary tantrums! Talk about the terrible twos! I feel so bad for him sometimes because I can tell that he has no idea why he is so upset or what he even wants, so it is impossible for me to help him. We have implemented short bursts of time out on the couch or on the kitchen chair. He only sits there for about 20 or 30 seconds but it definitely gets the point across. I explain to him what he did and that he shouldn't do it again and he usually responds with an "okay" and then he can get down. He usually gets time outs because he is being too rough with the dogs or just plain not listening. But usually after his time out, he changes his behavior (at least for a little while) so I think that time outs work pretty well for him:) My mom came to visit over the Halloween weekend and they had a great time together. I love that even though he doesn't get to see my mom or Sarah very often, he still just loves them to pieces:) I'll try to get some pictures up in a few days of his birthday and Halloween but right now I have to go play ;)

Blogging again...

It's funny that I read other blogs and get annoyed when they aren't updated at least weekly:) I'm a hypocrite. Not too much has been going on with me and I guess my only excuse for not blogging is that I have been extremely sick, extremely tired and my brain is mostly mush. This pregnancy is seriously kicking my butt. I'm starting to think it might be a girl, not only because she's already giving me grief but I don't crave junk food like I did when I was pregnant with Cole (maybe she's trying to watch her figure, lol). I actually haven't gained a pound since I became pregnant. I gained 80 pounds with Cole, so it's kind of nice to think I might not become a whale:) If it is a girl, Travis and I are definitely in trouble because we cannot agree on a name to save our lives. We have a few boy names that are in the running, so we'd be set if it's a boy. Oh well, I guess we'll find out in approximately 9 weeks:)
Cole got a big boy short haircut last weekend and it made me sad. He is , of course, adorable as ever but it makes him look so much older and so much like other little boys. I loved his curly hair and nothing about him looked like a girl to me, so it annoyed me that people gave me such a hard time about cutting his hair. That kid is ALL boy:) I'll get around to putting pictures up sometime soon...I hope, if I have the energy, lol. Cole has one of his two year molars in and a second one is on its way. He was a big ol' crank when the one came in but this one doesn't seem to be too bad. Except he hates having his teeth brushed on the bottom. He is such a spunky kid!! His vocabulary is growing and he has conversations with me all of the time about random things:) He saw a small part of the movie Evolution two weeks ago and he is still talking to me about the dinosaur flying through the mall and it getting shot down. There is also a big nasty blue money thing that gets shot too. Here is what he says to me on pretty much a daily basis, "Mom, mom, mom...dinosaur, bird, gun, BOOM, monkey, monkey, gun, BOOM!" He repeats this a few hundred times and I agree with him and tell him, yes yes they shot the dinosaur with the gun, it went boom and yes they shot the monkey with the gun and it went boom. Probably not the ideal movie I would choose for my kiddo to watch or hold in his little brain bucket but Travis is an avid hunter and I know that he will be exposed to guns eventually, so who cares if mythical creatures are being blown away:) I wouldn't want him to see people being shot with guns, not yet anyway. I'm sure cowboy movies are right around the corner. Cole is still potty training himself quite successfully. I let him run around naked and he hasn't had a single accident in forever. The only problem is that when he he is dressed, he doesn't usually tell me that he has to go. If he is in a diaper, he'll take it off to go on his potty. I'm sure he'll grasp the concept eventually and I am already so proud that he pretty much potty trained himself and he's not even two yet! Such a smart boy:) He also definitely loves his mama:) He is so loving and cuddly. I'm soaking up as much as I can and I don't try to think about the day when he won't want to snuggle with me any more. I love my boy so much, sometimes I just sit and watch him while he is playing and I can't believe that he is all mine, forever:) I think he is going to make a wonderful big brother! He LOVES babies! In fact, he calls everyone that isn't an adult, a baby. He saw a little girl in Home Depot that had to have been at least 7 or 8 and he walked up to her with his arms out stretched and his little head cocked to one side and said, "baaaby". He's too sweet. Well, my brain is officially mush again and I can't think of anything else to write:) So, to sum up: Cole is awesome, I'm sick as a dog and dog tired (I'm a dog) and I can't wait to find out what sex this baby is:) Nigh night peeps!

Baby A

Now, I'm not having twins. In fact, according to my ultrasound tech this morning it was never confirmed that I was having twins, even though they told me I was. I'm sad a little but mostly just annoyed that I wasn't told that there was a chance that I wasn't having twins. I went to my regular office today and saw my regular ultrasound tech (she was on vacation when I had my first ultrasound). She came in to the room and gave me a hug, told me congratulations and said, "so, were looking for twins maybe?". I said, "maybe?" and she just asked me to lie down and said she would take a look. Baby A came up on the ultrasound and I saw its heart flickering away and she said it was a good size. Then she moved over to "Baby B" and said that there was nothing inside the gestational sac. She asked me if I was okay and I said I was. She said there is a possibility that she can't see an yolk sac inside the gestational sac because it could be pressed up against the wall but she's pretty sure that there is nothing inside of the sac. She asked the girl that was taking down the measurements what the measurements were for the yolk sac for Baby B the last time. She said that there were no measurements for either yolk sac from the last time and that it said they were not visible and could not be determined. So, she told me that there was probably never really anything in Baby B's gestational sac. I'm angry that no one bothered to tell me this the last time. Don't I have a right to know what is going on inside my own body?! Even if it is a little disheartening to tell me that they don't see anything, isn't that better than telling me I'm having twins when I'm not. I'm a little saddened but also a bit relieved. One is definitely easier than two. And I think Cole will have an easier time with only one baby taking over the spotlight for a bit:) I'm am thrilled that the baby is doing well and I guess that's all I can really ask for.