And on Fridays, we wear our matching railroad Carharts




Another revelation at my OB appointment yesterday was that they’ve always considered my due date to be September 28, not 29, so by the time I walked into their office, I was already overdue. I’m thinking that date came from an early ultrasound but I stuck with the 29th because I know better than they when this baby was conceived. It is only to my advantage that they think I’m farther along than I do because they’re more likely to act earlier.

I’m still frustrated and ready to be done with this pregnancy. I have had to pull away from Facebook because I only get anxious when I see women who were due after me having their babies yet mine is stubbornly staying on the inside. I can’t even check the pregnancy forums anymore because its too depressing.

I spent some time explaining to a friend (without children) the different factors that affect when a woman goes into labor. It’s not just the dilation that the doctor is keeping an eye on but also how thinned, shortened, and softened the cervix is at the time of the exam. I may be dilated more than most women are by the time they hit active labor but for some reason, the rest of those factors aren’t falling into place. I’m hoping that this means that once I get to laboring, it will be short. I must be close and has some fantastic contractions last night but today everything has been pretty quiet. We keep praying and hoping but it isn’t easy.

I experienced significant cramping and (TMI) diarrhea this evening, just in time to miss Ben’s bedtime. Now I’m laying in bed and baby is bouncing all over the place. What are you doing in there, Son?!


40 weeks


All I have to say about 40 weeks is ugh.

Just kidding, I have lots to say.

I honestly never thought that I’d make it to this point. Ben came earlier than this, I’m an efficient laborer. It couldn’t happen to me. Oh yes it can. Second babies are here to show us we know nothing. I am frustrated out of my mind that simple daily living is so dang hard. Washing dishes hurts, taking a shower leaves me winded. Forget about chasing a toddler!

I’m less miserable that I could be, I suppose, but I am very much over being pregnant. The end goal wasn’t the pregnancy but the baby that should be here soon and I want soon to be now. He is definitely carrying really low and makes it hard to sleep through the night. A good night is two bathroom trips, a bad night is waking up with Ben, B snoring, 3+ bathroom stops, and not being able to fall back asleep because I’m so uncomfortable.

I go to my 40 week OB appointment this afternoon at 3. If you all could be praying for that meeting, we’d appreciate it a ton. Ideally, I would naturally go into labor before my appointment or a third membrane sweep will trigger labor and we won’t have to plan any sort of intervention beyond that. I’d be happy with a sympathetic doctor who will listen and help make a plan within the next few days for me to be induced. In my mind, worst case scenario is being told they won’t do anything until after 41 or 42 weeks. I literally don’t think I’d be able to walk by then! I’m afraid of the pain of the sweep and that it will be wasted (I’d rather have labor contractions!). I’m afraid of being told that I haven’t progressed at all since the 3-4 cm I was at 38 weeks. I’m afraid of being induced. I’m afraid of something being wrong with Baby 3 and that’s why he hasn’t arrived yet. There’s nothing I can do until the appointment but pray so that’s what I’ll be doing today.

I had yet another cervical check and the OB said I am 5cm (ish) and 70% effaced. This is enough progress that she didn’t believe that another membrane sweep would do anything but not enough progress where she was willing to break my water today. She didn’t want to schedule any sort of medical intervention until after 41 weeks but was willing to see me again in 3 days and just maybe I’ll have made enough progress to break my water and let me labor from that point. I’m frustrated with this child’s resistance to being born and how hard everything is right now. I’m trying not to think about how much this week is going to suck.



Still here, still pregnant. The waiting seems pretty endless at this point.

Ben has been sick for over a week. The doctor confirmed that it really is just a cold and that we’re doing all we can to make him comfortable and help him heal but it’s lingering. B seems to always get Ben when he’s happy during the day but I’ve born the brunt of angry, upset, snotty, crying toddler for the last week. He isn’t sleeping like usual so we’re both awake earlier than normal and dealing with a crying boy during naps (so there’s no chance I can nap). I keep praying Baby 3 will show up soon so I can have a bit of a break.

I know, labor isn’t a break but it’s the closest thing to one that I’m going to get for the foreseeable future.

Lord, please convince this baby to come soon!


35 weeks


35 weeks seems like a lot and it kind of is. I know that this is the beginning of the end. I’m no longer traveling far from home, I don’t have any overnight trips planned between now and when I show up at the hospital, B and I stay in much closer contact.

Baby is supposedly over 5 lbs and 18 inches long. Friends of mine have had nearly full-term babies that have been smaller than what New Baby is now, which is a little mind blowing. He wiggles up a storm, especially when I go to bed, and seems to react to sweet treats by having hiccups. All the hiccups originate in the lower curve of my belly, just above my pelvis. I think New Baby has dropped a little but I still find myself short of breath so there is room for improvement.

If I don’t keep my feet up throughout the day, I have swollen feet by night although they look nothing like how bad they were with Ben. Nothing I could do at that point made a difference and they were so swollen they hurt. I can still see tendons and ankle bones this time so I’m feeling pretty good about that. My blood pressure and baby’s heart rate were good at my appointment this morning. New Baby is still head down and since he’s really run out of room, we’re not anticipating any more flips. Considering how early I dilated with Ben and how quickly my labor progressed last time, starting next week I’ll be monitored closely to make sure that labor doesn’t catch us too off guard. I go back again a week from this Friday (almost 2 weeks but I get to see my favorite doc who is not on call!)

We are slowly crossing things off our pre-baby list. B and I drove to the nearest Ikea on Friday to pick up a chair for the baby’s room (the Jennylund chair in cream and gray check) plus a small table and chair set for Ben and our contribution to his play kitchen birthday present. I have diapers out of storage and organized. I got all the itty bitty clothes out and picked a coming home outfit for the hospital bag. Once B packs underwear and shirts for himself and I figure out where my spare bobby pins are hiding, our hospital bag is basically done. I need to switch out the buckle portion of our infant car seat (thanks to a Graco recall) and that’s ready to go in the car. It seems a little unreal that we’re to this part of preparation already!

B and I had the most productive “let’s name the baby” in the car on the way home from Ikea on Friday. We both agreed on a middle name immediately but the first name is tricky. There are two names: one I like best and one B likes. My name has a more awesome nickname but is a little less traditional. B’s name has nearly as many nicknames as Benjamin but none of them have the same pizazz as my name. As much as I like my name, I think B’s favored name would be less awkward for the kid as he grows up so that’s tentatively what we’re planning on. It is nice to know that we’ve made that much progress before baby makes his appearance!


Does He Get It?

One of the questions I’ve asked most often during this pregnancy, besides “when are you due” and “is it a boy or a girl,” is some variation of “does Ben understand what’s going on?” My answer used to be that he has no clue but for the last month, different things we’ve been doing have started to click.

We have been reading Ben’s big brother book¬†for several months already and that has opened the door to talks about how babies are different than big boys. Babies can’t play toys, eat snacks, or brush their teeth. Babies like to take lots of naps, be wrapped in blankets, and snuggled. We practice being gentle with Ben’s baby doll and giving kisses and soft butt-pats when baby fake cries. Ben loves to get in on the swaddling action by being wrapped up too. He thinks it’s hilarious and giggles constantly (did you know that the Aden and Anais swaddle blankets are big enough for a toddler?) and requests I carry him to daddy to snuggle like when he was a baby.

Now that we’re more settled in the new house, we’ve been working on creating a physical space for baby brother. While the master bedroom was being cleaned, stripped of wallpaper, and repainted, we talked about how our painter was working in Mommy and Daddy’s room, and how Ben has his own room with his bed and toys, and now baby brother will have a room with little baby things in it. Ben’s changing table and large toy/diaper organizing shelf are in the baby’s room now so we go to “Baby Brover’s” room for diaper changes. Ben likes to try to sit in the infant car seat but laughs when he discovers that he is too big to fit! We talk about how Baby Brother has little diapers and little clothes and show Ben how little they are compared to his clothes and diapers. Ben helps “fold” the tiny laundry and put the clothes away.

In more practical ways, we’re trying to encourage Ben to be as independent as his age allows. He is usually quite willing to help put his dishes in the sink, drop his clothes down the clothes shoot in the hall, pick up books or toys, help start laundry, climb into a chair to get his shoes on, or get into the car and be clipped into his car seat. There is always a decent chance that I’ll have to have a c-section and won’t be able to lift anything heavier than New Baby and it won’t be as much of a shock for Ben if he’s used to doing some things on his own already.

We are also trying to help Benny adjust to sleeping in a twin bed. We knew a long time ago that we didn’t want to buy a second crib nor did we want Ben to feel like New Baby has taken something as important as his bed from him. Right now, we’re working with a mattress on the floor with an extra long rail on the side. Ben slept amazingly in his crib and we figured we’d be taking a quick reduction in quality and hours as soon as we switched but I think we underestimated it. We went from Ben NEVER trying to climb out of his crib to almost constant attempts to escape from the big bed and run around the room. For the last few days, we have taken turns sitting in the room and only acknowledging his presence when he steps out of bed. The only behavior we are working on right now is staying in bed; what he does while he is in there is and always has been his own business. It takes him anywhere between 30 and 90 minutes to fall asleep for nap and bed time plus he is waking up earlier in the morning. I’m hoping that by his birthday in September, I’ll be able to report a huge improvement.

(For future reference for me: this was the month of the sudden and intense obsession with Toy Story 2 aka Woody-Buzz. He’d rather wear his Woody shirts than anything else. The movie MUST be watched at least once a day. There are worse things he could have this kind of love for but I’m getting a wee bit tired of it!)


Ben had a quick bout of Hand Foot Mouth disease this month. I totally didn’t know it existed until the week prior. Apparently the annual resurgence of HFMD has come early to our area. We got off lightly: 24 hours of fever with lots of snuggles and Advil, a very light rash, and only a few mouth blisters. It could have been worse!


Breakfast at the toddler table (we’re totally buying a new table from Ikea this week that is easier to keep clean!)


Feeding himself


“Cheese, Mommy! Cheese!”


We took Ben to an awesome zoo about an hour away from our house and had a wonderful time. The weather was cool enough that I wasn’t miserable, the crowds were light, and Ben had a blast!


Ben asked to be wrapped and brought to Daddy to snuggle


I can’t quite capture what word he uses for sunglasses but he loves to wear his around the house (for 30 seconds at a time) and get his picture taken


I bought him a calculator from the dollar store because he’s developed a love for pushing buttons (both literal and figurative). It only lasted about a day before it was completely destroyed but the look of joy on his face when I handed it to him was worth the $1.06


After many months of puzzling, I still can’t figure out how he got so big!


We discovered that Ben is to the point where he can focus on playing in the yard if there is something to focus on. We now have a stash of yard toys on the breezeway and have discovered that a bucket of water, dish soap, and a scrub brush can keep him entertained longer than anything else.


Family photo with 2/3 of the family looking at the camera. Not bad!


See the intense joy? Comes from the “butties” on B’s spare keyboard


Ben loves to climb behind me on the couch and play with my hair


Making the bed with a cat and toddler is nearly impossible


“Mommy, ou’! Mommy, ou’!” At least he tells me when he’s done napping instead of crying?


This boy loves his ice cream (like his mama!)