I have less than FIVE WEEKS to go on the baby invasion countdown.  I am now 35 weeks preggo, and the days are ticking steadily by. This baby somehow has not quite sunk in yet as I continue to carry on with my life managing to quite ignore the large protruding thing that is now my middle.  

 

Just for fun, here’s a look back around this point with my other two belly bumps…

Somehow I found the least possible attractive shirt to pose for this picture.  Nice.  Although, in my defense, I do remember that this was taken LATE one night while Chris was out of town and mom was helping me pack up the house before our big move.  We were crazy enough to MOVE this late in pregnancy.  Hmmm… sounds almost as crazy as… um, I dunno, starting an monstrous addition right after your baby’s born. 

 

I managed to find a bit more attractive top this time around, but also had a nice hazy smoodge all over the lens.  :) 

With #3, things just don’t seem real to me.  I think because I have no beautiful crib set up displaying my proud new bedding purchases to constantly remind me that like it or not, things are changing. No bassinet with soft blankets ready for the sleepless nights.  :)   Wade is still sleeping in the crib and the bassinet is being borrowed but since we really have no room for it… getting it sooner rather than later is not really the best choice. 

Haylee had a beautiful room all set up just for her every whim… fully decked out with all things Suzy Zoo…

…and though Wade did not have the luxury of coming home to his very own room, he still had the cutest little bedset ever with matching mobile (Which he later decided to yank off and actually snapped the plastic!).

So since this poor deprived middle child is just going to have to wait like his momma for his own space, the reality of his quickly approaching invasion has somehow managed to escape our minds. 

He is now the size of a Honeydew.  Our little Honeydew that in only two more weeks will be considered full term… Ready or not, this honeydew is coming.

I got my call back from the doctor with the verdict on my hemoglobin levels.  The nurse was all very doom and gloom-this is bad news, letting me know that my levels were a 10.  Which I guess is low and all, but at my last check I was an 8, so I thought getting up to a 10 was good news!  Apparently, a 10 isn’t bad enough to do the iron injections, so she tried to convince me to take the iron supplements.  When I let her know that I just couldn’t do that since they DID NOT agree with me, I mean REALLY did not agree with me, she recommended just taking two Flintstones vitamins a day. 

Well, let me just say that I don’t know WHY my kids love taking those because I ate one and thought it was absolutely revolting.  I am going to try and see if they’ll just let me take two prenatals a day since I can handle swallowing a vitamin more than chewing one up.  Ick.  Making me sick just thinking about how gross it tasted.

What’s weird is that I’ve been anemic with all three pregnancies, but normally they tell my I’m anemic, give me the iron supplements, I don’t take them, and they never say anything else about it!  Somehow I didn’t manage to get away with that this time.  Some of the bad things that can happen with anemia are lots of bleeding during delivery which can mean needing blood transfusions as well as not being able to to get an epidural… not to mention a total lack of energy in the meantime.

In other news, we are attempting to potty train the Wild Wadester which mostly just means we decided to bite the bullet and buy the ridiculously overpriced pull ups instead of diapers.  

We also put the little stool in the bathroom to help him reach the toilet. He just scoots his little booty back and tries his best to balance himself while not falling in… though he has come close.  :) 

I am not stressing about potty training at two.  I’d rather wait until he is closer to three and better at understanding as well as communicating. I would rather deal with diapers for a while longer, then add the immense stress of a newly potty trained 2 year old who decides they have to go at the most inconvenient times, and oh did I mention, they have to go NOW!

What’s funny is that lately he has started saying, “I need to go to the bathroom!” all proper like.  I think somehow my mother has influenced him subconsciously all the way from Florida since she abhors the word “potty.”  Though I think her pet peeve really applies to more of the 6 or 7 year old that is still using the “p” word.  Mom, you would be so proud.

So we are just easing into potty training without really making a big deal out of it, but he is slowly making some progress.  He has woken up dry from his nap, and in the morning too.  I have read that is one of the signs they may be ready to potty train… when they can wake up in the morning dry.  Sooo, maybe we are getting closer to this elusive potty training goal. 

We shall see…