Thursday, July 12, 2012

Week 31

We had our 30 week check-up yesterday.  My blood pressure and heart rate are good.  I had a 6 pound weight gain in the last 2 weeks, which brings my total weight gain for this pregnancy to 15 lbs.  I'd been trying to eat more over the last couple of weeks after comparing Adam's estimated weight to our baby girl's estimated weight at around the same age.  Baby Girl is estimated at about 1 pound lighter than Adam, so I have been determined to do all that I can to try to help our little one gain as much as she can in this last trimester.

The only thing I can do is make sure I eat my meals, take my prenatal vitamins, drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest.  I'd been doing pretty well in all those categories except for making sure to eat my meals within a reasonable time frame.  It's too easy for me to put off eating, because I'm either not feeling hungry or busy with work or both.  Since I've made a point to eat more, I've managed to eat when I'm supposed to be eating.  The effort seems to be paying off.  We'll have a better idea if it's helping Little Sis at our next ultrasound appointment, to be scheduled at 32 weeks.

Our baby girl's heart rate was good and she remains an active tenant.  She is a strong girl.  Earlier in the week, she was kicking so hard and over so many hours that my abdomen was hurting.  It made it impossible to sleep and hard to work when it continued into the morning.  She finally settled down to more gentle movements after a day of her inflicting an internal beat-down--about the time that I threatened to lock her into drum lessons for her entire childhood.

While Matt and I were at this week's appointment, Adam asked about us.  He'd been napping when I left.  The nanny told him that we were at the doctor's office, checking on Baby Sister.  That prompted Adam to ask the nanny if Baby Sister is okay.  Our sweet boy brings her up in conversation quite often, asking how she's doing, looking for her under my shirt and asking if she's getting bigger, bigger, bigger.  He also likes shining a flashlight through my belly and talking to her.  I think he's more than ready for the new addition to our family. 

Monday, July 9, 2012

My Name is Poop


There is no doubt that our boy is a comedian.  He'll do many things for a laugh, even when he is the only one amused.  His favorite go-to is using the word poop.  It all started (in my opinion) when Matt and Adam we're waiting for me in the Socorro Walmart parking lot over Easter weekend.  Matt tried to call me on my cellphone while I was inside the store.  After repeatedly getting my voice mail greeting, Matt said, "Oh, poop!"  Adam found the exclamation delightfully funny and never to be overused.

Weeks passed and Adam gradually started working poop into his everyday word fun.  He was encouraged not only by our initial giggles, but also by our later attempts to get him to stop using the word so often.  We really didn't think it was anything to worry about until the infamous MyGym class where he decided to unleash his public use of the word.

Matt and my mom took Adam to MyGym on that Saturday.  Adam is normally a little shy about saying his name during class introductions and a few weeks prior, he'd gotten flustered and said his name was "Momma" which resulted in the parents laughing.  Laughter doesn't necessarily scare off our little funny guy.  He tends to think he's hit a gold mine when something he does or says makes someone laugh, even if that wasn't his original intention.

During introductions for this particular class, Adam was on one side of the teacher (Brittany) and a little girl (Annie) was on the other side of the teacher.  This was Annie's first class and she was having a very fussy time.  When Brittany asked Annie to say her name to the class, Adam answered, "Poop!"  In the same moment, Annie started crying.

Adam understands that the introductions always start with a child seated next to the teacher, what he didn't realize that it could be either child sitting next to the teacher.  He thought that he was going first, but it didn't work out that way.  We're pretty sure that he didn't intend to call Annie, Poop, but was meaning to answer that for his own name.

When it was finally his turn to say his name, he used his second chance to say his name:  Poop!  This repeat got a few laughs from the crowd.  Not good.

Since that class, Adam has come up with various word combinations (not limited to those listed):
poop soup
dog eat poop
Poop Mama
Poop Daddy
Adam Winter Craig Poop
poop face

He's also gotten into a habit of answer poop when asked a question.  I've found that repeating the question and offering him choices of acceptable answers (and for the love of God, not laughing when he says it) is the best way to encourage him to be serious.

In MyGym class, Adam reverts back to his poop name when Brittany is teaching the class, but will answer "Adam" (very shyly) when anyone else is teaching.  This revelation has embarrassed poor Brittany most of all.  We'll work on this, but I think the key is taking the power out of the word.  He also thinks the word obnoxious is hilarious.  Go figure!