Heartbeat

I heard a heartbeat, and the doctor says I am measuring as expected.

Then, I returned home and got an electric shock. Anxiety all over again.
The on-call doctor says the baby should be fine.

Things I have asked my doctor about so far:
1. What if I drank wine before I knew I was pregnant?
2. What if I got kicked in the stomach by a four-year-old?
3. Can I take Airborne, because I don't want to get the fevery-headachey-cough-and-runny-nose symptoms that my kids and husband have?
4. I measured 11 cm when I went for my check-up. Aren't your measurement numbers supposed to match your gestational number? If I am 13 weeks, shouldn't I measure 13 cms?

Things I have CALLED the doctor about so far:
5. What if I got an electric shock? How will that effect the baby?

I might be a little obsessive. (?)

Swords

My son, Z. He is an odd one.
Whenever he has too pee, he stands. When he poops, he sits. Standard behavior, to be sure.
So, I hear him in the bathroom, peeing, and then, "Now I have to sit to poop..."
Don't guys just sit to pee, if they have to poop too? How will this work in a public restroom? Does one stand to use the urinal and then stuff "it" in only to walk two steps to the stall so one can finish the job?
Then, "Mah-om! Wipe my buh-utt!"
Finally, "Does my poop look like a big ol' sword? That is cool, isn't it?"

And I am ashamed to say that I looked, and I was slightly amused that it indeed did look like a sword.

Baby # Five

The story goes like this:
Mid-Novemberish: K and I tried TWO TIMES to get pregnant. Trying means we didn't try not to.

A couple weeks later: I got my period, and then I felt a great sense of relief, because "What WERE we doing? What if we have multiples again! (No, we weren't on Clomid this time, but still, anything is possible, right?) We can't afford multiples! We don't have room! We better not try anymore, until our kids are alot older, just in case."

Two MONTHS later: The Day after New Years, I started feeling sick. The kind of "this broccoli dip that I loved yesterday? I hate it today" kind of sick. I thought maybe I drank too much wine at my mom's on New Years day, even though it was only a glass and a half.
When I still felt sick the next day, I supposed I was getting the flu.
And then I was tired. So, yup, the flu was surely coming.
For two weeks, I wondered why I felt like crap. It really didn't register until EVERYTHING at the grocery store made me want to puke. Cheese, meat, jelly, milk, coffee...jelly beans, everything.

So I took a pregnancy test, fully expecting it to be negative. "Of course I wasn't pregnant. I had had my period the month after K and I tried our luck at baby-making."

It was positive.

So, baby # five is 12 weeks old, and on his/her happy way to....hmmm, I guess I'm not sure, growing fingernails, maybe?

K and I are exited, now that we know it is ONE baby, although my anxiety about all the things that could go wrong sometimes outweighs my excitement. I guess my last pregnancy taught me that baby-growing doesn't always go how you expect it to. I might be better at my 20 week ultrasound. But until then, you can all be excited FOR me!

Cups and Snow

Recently, our kids have noticed that their dishes come in a rainbow of colors.
They started asking for specific colors.
I was ok with that.
They began demanding specific colors, and I reminded them to ask nicely.
I was ok with that.
Lately, they have been fighting about a favorite color.
I wasn't ok with that. The new rule goes like this: "If you ask for a color, you WILL get a different color than the one you asked for."
Today, when I was scooping oatmeal, B said, "Mama, I want the.....oops. I won't ask you for a color."
I knew he wanted pink, so just to drive the point home, I gave him the pink bowl.
Z said, "Mama, I want green!"
I gave him the orange.
He smiled sweetly, and said, "I asked for the green bowl, because I wanted you to give me the orange."
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Today, we went outside to play.
You'd think, on a day like today, with 12 inches of snow, I would get a break from having to push kids on the swing, right?
Nope.
I shoveled a path to the swing set and then dug out another pile under each swing.
Who does that? I guess moms who are tired of dragging their kids (and sleds) up the extremely steep hill that the "Plow Guy" made just so they can take two seconds to slide back down again.