Wednesday, February 04, 2009

What’s different this time

Some things are the same, some are different (so far).

1. Different: Morning sickness. Last time I was sick in the evenings if I didn’t eat dinner soon enough. This time, I’ve had more problems in the morning, which involved throwing up in the ICU when I was seeing a patient. It was the second most mortifying thing that ever happened to me at work. Fortunately it seems to be completely gone, and not to have lasted as long or occurred as frequently as before. I didn’t need to carry crackers with me, so this is in the direction of goodness.
2. Different: Less achy. So far, but I’ve heard this changes. The shower doesn’t hurt my boobs this time around, which is a victory.
3. Different: Less worry. I have a better idea what to expect, so it makes me a touch less paranoid. I am still afraid to eat peanut butter (what if they expand the recall?) and have been avoiding cold cuts after reading about a Listeria outbreak (it was Canadian lunchmeat, but you never know… we’re not that far from Canada, right?). But otherwise, things are more mellow (so far).
4. Same: The sleepiness. Growing a baby from 2.5 cm to 6.5 cm = 2 naps on a Sunday. Or maybe I’m just turning into my father’s daughter, as he is a champion napper.
5. Same: The urge to blog.
6. Same : The urge to nest. We’ve already cleaned the office and cathouse. We got some pictures framed for the walls. Next I need to move the rest of my medical books to work, so the guestroom books can come live in the office.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Introducing D2


Estimated arrival date August 13, 2009!

Monday, February 02, 2009

What Owen's Reading

OK, actually having them read to him. But he’s getting picky, so some books have fallen out of favor (goodbye Brown Bear, Brown Bear)

1. Hand Hand Fingers Thumb, by Al Perkins. Still very popular with Owen. Cool 1970’s monkeys complete with sideburns, playing the drums. Dum ditty dum ditty dum dum dum.
2. Gingerbread Baby, by Jan Brett. A cute story about a gingerbread baby that escapes the oven. It’s set somewhere that looks Scandinavian and the art is fantastic. It’s the longest book he’ll sit through right now.
3. Things that Go. No author, but published by Tucker Slingsby Limited. Full of photos of tractors, trucks, airplanes, balloons, boats, and fire engines. We read this every day, so now Owen will be able to identify a snowblower if he ever sees one.
4. Clarence Goes Out West and Meets a Purple Horse, by Jean Ekman Adams. Clarence the pig goes on vacation to Arizona, to a dude ranch, and makes friends with a purple horse. Very cute book. All part of Angus and Julie’s master plan to convince us to move to Arizona.
5. Busy People, by Joe Kaufman. This was my book, back long ago when I was Owen’s age. Mom and dad read it to me a lot.It has a separate section for Zeke Zookeeper, Peter Policeman, Trudy Teacher, Fred Fireman, and Doris Doctor. That’s right people, an early 70’s childrens book with a female doctor! The book shows what each person does at work and all their gear/clothes (ie Fred fireman’s helmet, ladders, etc). Owen wants to read this book every night.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

s-h-o-w-e-r

This is Owen’s favorite thing in the world. If we’d let him play in the shower all day, he’d love it. We typically spell it out, so that he doesn’t quit what he’s doing and immediately race up the stairs to the bathroom. As we were discussing our plans for the day this morning, I spelled out s-h-o-w-e-r and O started yelling ‘shower shower shower!’ It’s not the only word we spell out, but I guess he’s realized the letter pattern of his favorite word (despite not knowing the alphabet). I guess it’s time to brush up on the Spanish.

Croup Sucks

Owen (knock wood) doesn’t get sick that often. Maybe it’s the lack of daycare or just luck, who knows? He just got croup for the first time, and wow does it suck. He’s been waking up 20+ times a night with a barking cough that sounds like a seal. We have the humidifier, he plays in the shower every night before bed, but the little dude just feels puny. The coughing scares him, which makes him cry, which makes the barking cough worse. Rocking him back to sleep helps, as does sleeping in Travis’s arms in the rocking chair, which we haven’t had to do Owen was very new and tiny.
On the plus side, O has picked up some new words. He now says ‘bless you’ any time someone sneezes or coughs. He also says ‘temperature’ (tim-puh-tuu) when we use the thermometer now. It’s pretty cute to hear, even if he is all congested.