It is 5:55 am.
I have been awake for a few hours. I made a good ol’ attempt to fall back asleep, and short of that I decided to get out of bed and eat something.
I didn’t eat very well yesterday.
I can hear Ronan coughing in his room, and it’s breaking my heart. My throat hurts so badly I don’t want to swallow, and I know he feels just as sick as I do – but he can’t tell us.
We have had a bed time breakthrough. (Thanks to Brock!)
Apparently, we thought we were being good parents by going and checking on Ronan every 20-30 minutes after we put him in bed, despite his having difficulty falling asleep. We didn’t want him to think he was alone, or that we didn’t care. We would offer him a drink, a snack, a diaper change and a cuddle.
Apparently, children as young as 23 months are able to manipulate their parents into giving them a reason to stay awake. As of Sunday night, when he is put in bed, we do not go in again. As of LAST night, his 2-3 hour bed time sleep battle lasted a short 25 minutes. When he realized we weren’t coming in, he stopped playing and yelling, and he went to sleep.
Win.
My baby girl changed positions last night. She’s always been laying down my right side with her feet at the left. Now her bottom is straight up the center, and I don’t know where her feet are. Suddenly, my belly feels weird. Things are changing!
I haven’t gotten much in order since the last time I shared any updates. I started taping off the moulding in the baby room so I could paint it PINK! I say PINK! because it’s not a calm, quiet little pink. Baby, that pink is PINK! I still want to hand paint flowers on the wall, so I have to get around to that as well.
I packed a birthing bag. One step in the right direction!
My midwife visit yesterday was rescheduled to today. I always look forward to them, even though they are weekly now – which seems VERY frequent.
Today… TODAY we find out if Ronan got in to the 2-year program at the preschool down the street! I am very excited! Classes don’t start until September, but it would be great if he got a spot.
Mom and Dad bought their plane tickets. They get here on the 16th of February. My due date, in case you have forgotten, is the 12th of February. It has added a whole new level of joy and anxiety to everything. What if I haven’t had her by then?! What if I don’t have her before they LEAVE??
No! We still don’t have a name picked out. HONESTLY.
Man. Writing all this stuff out really helps.
I am really, really happy lately. In love with my life. I am enjoying every moment, and looking forward to the future. I don’t write words like that very often… and it feels really nice.
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I am 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant, and Ronan is 23 months old.
