Introducing Tové Pureza Sparkman AKA the Elmhurst Car Baby
Story coming soon
Every now and then, I am reminded of this. And in a few days, I will be blessed with twice the love. It's a beautiful feeling.
After a minor scare yesterday, both Mommy and T-Time were on the move today.
I am in full nesting mode as I try to pack, move and finish up things at work. I literally cannot stop doing stuff, so yesterday I was completely wrapped in work. As I was getting ready to go to my prenatal appointment, I realized I hadn't felt the baby move all day. Trying not to panic, I kinda jiggled my belly and ate a small dinner. Still nothing. When I got to the office I let them know and right before my midwife got ready to listen to the heartbeat, T-Time started moving. As a precaution, I was sent to the hospital for fetal monitoring, but T-Time has not stopped moving since.
And I'm loving every kick and punch!!!
I've been very open about my feelings towards the crying it out method. It's just not something I can do, but we continue to struggle with the bedtime routine. Todd asked me to put my Beats on to drown her out because "she has to learn."
I wanted to fight and protest and put my foot down. How dare he say MY baby has to cry it out?!!?!!? Who does he think he is?!?!?! Oh wait, he's her father. *sigh* So to honor his wishes, I did just that tonight.
First, I could still hear her. Second, she cried nonstop for at least four or five songs. Third, I looked up to find a crying, flustered Temi running towards me full force.
Catch that?
Let's rewind.
I put her in her crib. I closed her door. She ran to me in the living room.
So much for crying it out.....
T-Time is officially full-term or in the words of one of my midwives: "Bring on baby!!!"
Of course I'm asking and pulling for her to wait till April 26. There's something in it for Mama.......
I'm 1 cm dilated
T-Time's head down
Midwife says avoid all contraction-inducing stimulation.
And I kept getting compliments everywhere we went.
Could it be?
On Wednesday, when I picked Temi up from school, her teachers told me she peed on the potty a little. I, of course, got super excited and proud.
Apparently, it went down like this:
She pooped.
They changed her.
She ASKED to go to the potty.
They told her she was just changed.
She INSISTED.
They put her on the potty.
She peed.
Mommy's big girl!!!