My Little Nurse and Baby on Board

To anyone on Facebook, this is not a surprise, but we're expecting Baby #3!!!  We've had one ultrasound at six weeks and everything looked good (as good as an itty bitty little poppy seed can look, I suppose), and I go back next week for a 10 week ultrasound to check growth and see if everything is still on track.  We're super excited, still a little nervous, and just incredibly thankful.  While being pregnant is amazing and I don't really want to "complain" about this little miracle, I'm in the middle of the toughest part.  At least, toughest for me; being large and in charge can be tough, too, but the first trimester for me is always the hardest.  I get SO SICK.  James is convinced we're having another girl, since I'm SO SICK yet again.  We'll see, though!  We're going to wait until the midpoint ultrasound to find out so we have awhile to wonder.

It's definitely a different experience being pregnant with a toddler running around.  At this point in my pregnancy with Cami I would come home from work, make cheese quesadillas, and park on the couch to play Final Fantasy (true story...I didn't have to move, but was entertained) until I had to make dinner.  Now, I get done with work, pick up Cami from Grandma and Grandpa's, make her dinner, give her a bath, get her ready for bed, put her to bed, and then immediately make our dinner while attempting to not be sick from smells associated with all of these tasks.  Somewhere in there we play and tickle and laugh, too.  In some ways, this is harder, but in other ways, I'm distracted by everything I have to do, so I'm not sitting around moping in my own nausea (or playing enough Final Fantasy to rival one of my 8th graders).  It also makes things go really fast, and makes me feel like Baby on Board will be here before we even know it.  If it's a girl, no biggie, we're ready.  If it's a boy, well, he might just have to wear some pink until we get it together enough to buy him his own stuff.  

Another thing that's funny about being sick with Cami on the loose is her complete and total understanding that something is amiss when I'm getting sick.  The first time she saw me get sick, she came and gave me pats on my shoulder until I was done and then bent down to look me in the eye to make sure all was well, and then leaned in for a hug.  Sweetest baby EVER.  Last night, she saw me get sick again, and this time just came over, gripped my arm and put her head on my shoulder until James was able to call her away.  She's totally calm, too, while this is going on.  Just my little nursemaid lending her support.  She was upset last night, though, that she couldn't see that I was okay before she went to bed.  She saw me get sick, but then, while James got her ready for bed, I was in and out of her room and then James put her down.  Cami started bawling.  This was not just "I don't want to go to bed" toddler fussing, this was "something is wrong and I can't figure it out and need help" bawling.  After a few minutes I want back in (which I NEVER do) and gave her some hugs and the poor little thing had tears streaming down her face and just leaned in and put her head against me.  I assured her everything was fine and left (to the restarting of the bawling) and finally she calmed down and went to sleep.  My sweet, empathetic little girl.

Rubber Legs!!

Wow, I haven't written anything down since December!  There's time flying by for you.  Cami is a drastically different baby than she was at Christmas time (although I probably should throw out the term baby in reference to her....full blown toddler around here).  She is well into her Terrible Twos, despite only being sixteen months old.  Her opinions have recently become the MOST important thing in the world and she's testing out the "if I cry really hard maybe they'll just let me do what I want because I really want it" tactic.  Her other favorite is the "jelly leg" in which she is being guided to a certain destination and her legs suddenly give out.  Being as how we, literally, NEVER give in (since these dramatic attempts usually involve non-negotiables such as diaper changes and bedtime), we're hoping this is short lived.  Naive?  Probably.

Despite all of the brief theatrical episodes, Camster is also SO incredibly loving, and becomes sweeter and sweeter all the time.  Yesterday morning I got my first "love you" back after saying I love you to her, and she loves to give a big hug and then lean back and grin at you and give another big hug.  It's adorable.  She loves to be tickled and collapses to the floor in a fit of giggles.  She's also recently started looking for my toes and/or neck to tickle.  

Cami also still LOVES her books, and, funny enough, some of her favorite ones are the ones that just have pictures and words about the world around her.  I think she likes categorizing all the words in her little mind so that she knows what we're talking about.  Not that she doesn't love a good story....two favorites are her Sofia the First and my old Little Mermaid story books.  She's become a true Disney baby and loves the princesses, especially Ariel and Rapunzel.  That might have something to do with MY love of Disney and her massive exposure to these characters.  Maybe.

Lastly, she's learning new words all the time, but her current favorites are "EAT!!!" (said loudly, repetitively, and with almost all lack of a "t"), "Papa", and "Peeaase" (please).  I told her once there was an L and drew it out like "Puh-lease" and go a "Puuuh-eeeaase" in return.  :)  Crazy baby.