Chill

Jack, could you be anymore laid back right now? Probably not.

The Doctor is IN

So I'm standing in the kitchen talking to Matt when Jack comes upstairs holding his doctor bag. He puts the bag on the coffee table and comes into the kitchen and grabs my hand. "Mommy, lay down. Mommy, lay down." Who am I to dash the hopes and dreams of my adorable young man? So I grab my heating pad, and lay down.

Between each 'check' he would say "one second". Sometimes he felt the need to be extra encouraging and he would say "You okay, Mommy" (You are okay). I was very impressed with his bedside manner.

At the end of my visit I was informed that I had a "boo-boo" and I was given a bandaid.

It's so nice to have quality medical care provided in our own home!

A man and his bear

At the Pool

We had big-fun at the pool yesterday!

You can barely see jack sitting on the slide (at the top). It was quite tricky, but I told him to wait patiently while I got around to the bottom and he did!

So I was able to catch him before he flew into 3 1/2 feet of water.

The slide was quite the hit! Over and over, again. And the best part of all is every time I asked him to sit and wait till Mommy said "Go!" he did. I honestly didn't expect that. We're definitely going to have to go again!

35/35

Today, my friends, is an auspicious day. It is known in the pregnancy forums as my 35/35. I am 35 weeks pregnant, with 35 days to go till my due date. Since the c-section is scheduled for 12 days after my EDD (April 19th), my maximum number of days still pregnant is 47.

35 weeks is a big deal because it's the "if-you-go-into-labor-we-will-do-nothing-to-stop-it date" at least the one that most doctors/midwives go by, mine included. So magically my pregnancy has morphed from a waiting pregnancy to an it could happen anytime pregnancy. Do it think it will happen anytime soon? Nope. I'm definitely thinking April, not March. And if I got to choose, I would prefer April over March... not for any real concrete reason... just cause April seems, better.


So thanks again, baby, for turning head-down so I can now focus on things like red raspberry leaf tea, spicy food, primrose oil, stair climbing and other such nonsense to get things going. Do I think these things are nonsense? No, but I consider the internet not-appropriate things nonsense... so if I refer to nonsense, I'm trying one of those cockamamie methods ::cough::.

Ready for school?

Jack is now singing his ABCs... sometimes he drops a letter or two, he's counting to 12, he knows Earth is 'his' planet, he identifies species of fish and other aquatic life (including a few we have taught him are 'delicious'), and he 'reads a few of his more familiar books to himself.

I think he's ready for school! Right?! Good thing we signed up for a quicky little school session through HoCo this summer!

Overboard?

There is no such thing when it comes to our children, right?! (Okay, there is always such a thing as overboard, but whatever.)

So the temporarily named 'First Mate' has been head up for several weeks now. Since perhaps 30 weeks give or take a few days. Now at 30 this is no prob bob, but at 36... it's crunch time. Since my midwives want to give me the best chance at a VBAC when I went in for the 34 week visit they said "Hmm... still head-up, eh? If he doesn't turn by 36 we'd recommend an ECV." Which meant I needed to go in at 35 weeks to confirm the little troublemaker is still head-up, and then they would schedule the ECV for 36 weeks.

Needless to say, I panicked. I heard "ECV" "Chance of emergency c-section" and "hospital" and I started to relive all of the emotions after Jack's delivery.

I had been hitting the acupuncture (without moxibustion), spent hours in crazy positions, took pulsatilla (homeopathic) twice daily, went to the chiropractor and had her perform the Webster technique (sorry no link.. couldn't find any good pictures of that one), laid on a heating pad to help open my hips, meditated, and even burned my Naval Chackra candle to help channel my energy. Yeah, I went a little overboard, but it's a small price to pay to get a chance to really do this thing.

Saturday morning I was laying upside down and decided to poke around at him a little bit. Well, low and behold he flipped! I was pretty confident that he did flip right then and there, but I didn't want to break out the sparkling cider quite yet. All day Saturday I felt kicks up at my ribs and had that oh-so-fun pelvic discomfort. Sunday it was more of the same. Since I had a chiropractor appointment today I needed to get into the midwives to see if my instincts were right. They were. He is, in fact, head down!!! To quote my midwife "his head is huge, he's probably going to be a big one." Well Jack was 8.11 at 11 days past due, so I'm thinking we may have a 9 pounder on our hands. Gulp!

Now it's time to celebrate. Grab the sparkling cider!

p.s. Thanks for being so cooperative "First Mate," Mommy is so proud!