3rd trimester....and other stuff. :)

I planned on updating at least weekly, but so far it seems to be more like a monthly thing.

Things have been progressing well with the pregnancy. I've actually been doing so well in Physical Therapy, that I am now just going in as needed, rather than scheduling an appointment every week. I've managed to continue going to the gym regularly, which has helped quite a bit....with everything EXCEPT weight gain. At my 28 week appointment I had gained 28 lbs. Apparently, not going to the gym = less weight gain. Seriously. The one week I didn't go AT ALL because my hips were hurting, I only gained about half a pound. Next week I was back in the gym, eating the same amount, and gained twice that. Should be interesting to see how the backwards progression happens after he's born. :)

I currently have a 4 inch separation between the edges of my abs, so that's making things difficult...it's not being helped by the baby in the least. He insists on lying transverse at this point...which wouldn't be a problem, except that when he's stretching out, he's pushing the edges of my abs further apart.

Health wise, other than allergies I couldn't be better! I've had no edema at all so far. My wedding rings (which were on my necklace LONG before this point last time) are still loose and easy to remove. My blood pressure has stayed roughly around 110/70 give or take a few points...with the exception of one evening when it dropped to 102/62 causing some dizziness, but adding more salt into my diet took care of that.

Speaking of allergies, they've been making me completely miserable. Yesterday Kadence asked me if I was ok. I told her not really, because I couldn't breath, and my head and tummy hurt. She said "Ok I will build you a purple airplane with sparkles, and take you to the hostible (hospital), and the doctor will make you feel better." :)

I've mostly been taking pictures every 2 weeks. Now that I'm in the 3rd trimester though, I'll be doing it every week.

Kadence has started asking repeatedly if her baby brother can come out now...and usually gets upset with me for being mean and telling her no. She interacts with him a LOT...always rubbing my belly, singing to him, talking to him. One morning she crawled in bed with me asked to watch a show, and kept her hand on my belly for an hour waiting for him to wake up and move so she could feel him.

She and I were talking about him the other day, and I referred to him by one of the names we've been considering. She looked startled and very confused and asked "What did you call him?? I thought his name was Jack Black!!" I told her that his name wasn't really going to be Jack Black...that was just a nickname we were calling him right now. She thought about it the rest of the day, then came back with some alternatives. Flynn Ryder, Bad Guy, and Alishus Gary. Yeah....we're just as likely to use Jack Black as we are one of those 3. :)

She found my nursing wrap one morning, and I found her "being a maker food" for her baby.

There's a local farm where I get my eggs and honey. They have a strawberry field, and they let you come pick your own strawberries. Kadence and I went and picked a boxful, and she had sooo much fun. Granted, she squished quite a few before she got the hang of it. :) Between the picking and the eating after they were washed, she was covered in red...and refused to eat anything else that day...not that I blame her...they're REALLY good.

We were on our way to the gym a few weeks ago, and I received an indignant lecture...from my 3 year old. I had to slam on the breaks and go around someone who stopped in the middle of an intersection. Kadence asked if we were on a roller coaster, and I said "No, someone was just being stupid." Her response? "Mommy, we don't say that! We don't say stupid!" then she muttered disgustedly "Someone was being stupid." and then resumed her lecture...."We don't say that! I'm not upset with you, I'm just 'pointed with you. Don't say that ANYMORE!" Getting through that without laughing was actually painful.

At one of my appointments with Kathleen (our midwife) Kadence had to go to the bathroom with me, so she was in there when I used the strip to test my urine for glucose and protein. The next day she was in the bathroom and told me "I need a stick. Can you go find me a stick to pee on?"

She has quite an active imagination. She brought me one of her play plates with a rubber floppy frisbee disc that has "hair" around the edges. She told me "I made a tomato hat. It's not for looking at. It's just a tomato hat. It's for God." She also makes up quite a few of her own songs...one of which went something like this..."And I will shout! And I will shut my mouth! And I will born the baby! And I will cut the baby, because I'm Spiderman!" I asked why she was going to cut the baby, and she said "Because that's how you born it." Apparently, she meant the cord...but I never did figure out how Spiderman was involved.

Speaking of Spiderman and her imagination...She was pretending to be Sleeping Beauty the other day...and she was waiting for Spiderman to come save her.

For that matter, she wanted to be Superman when we were at a playgroup, and since there was no Superman outfit, this is what she came up with.

I was letting Patrick sleep in a little one Sunday morning...but Kadence had other plans. She went and woke him up rubbing a handful of cold lotion on his back. The resulting reaction had me laughing the rest of the day.

We were on our way home from the gym, and Kadence was playing with a piece of paper. She folded it up all nice, and then held it up for me to see...and informed me "This is 20 bucks for Starbucks and the bookstore." She's only 3, and she's already blowing all her (fake) money on books and coffee...good girl. haha

She FINALLY had her 3 year checkup...4 months late. She had to get one booster shot, after which she informed me that her blood hurt. She kept trying to play me with it...whenever she wanted something and I told her no, she'd say "But I have a boo boo! My blood hurts! It will make me feel better!" I'm not that easy...but I do appreciate the effort. :) Her excuse for not taking a nap that day was "I got shot. Taking a nap will make it worse."

We were in the car, and Patrick had given Kadence a licorice stick. She started misbehaving shortly thereafter, and he told her "Dad gave you candy, so you at least need to be a good girl." I told him "Yeah, you can't bargain with her AFTER the fact." and Kadence said "Stop trusting me." I think we got him straightened out. lol

I overheard an short adorable conversation...

Kadence: Daddy, I want you.

Patrick: What do you want me for?

Kadence: I want you to be a prince.

We had a short, but very bad storm the other night, which included a lot of hail. Patrick went up to Kadence's room to get her when it started hailing so that she wouldn't freak out when she woke up. She was perfectly calm, and cuddled with him in the living room until it passed, and then went right back to sleep when he put her back to bed. The next morning I asked her about it, and she said "I was scared cause it was really loud, but Daddy was a good saver. He came and got me." Guess Daddy is her prince after all. :)