It's quite obvious whenever Lexi is pooping. She stands very still, gets very quiet, and grunts. But 9 times out of 10, when I ask her if she went poop, she says no. Why? Maybe because she hates having her diaper changed. But I think it is more likely that she lies about poop because of the Fall. Not the season, but the doctrine. Lexi, like all of us, was born into sin. And as a fallen human being, she lies about things. Things like poop.
Today after she pooped, and after she lied to me about it, I got things ready to change her diaper. She wouldn't come to me; she just stood next to the recliner and rested her head on the seat. I went over to her, scooped her up, kissed her cheek, and said, "I still love you even when you're poopy." And for a split second I pondered the fact that that is how we, left to our own defenses, smell to God. We smell like fresh poop, and he loves us anyway. He loves us enough to send his Son to replace our poopy odor with the scent of lilacs or fresh baked cookies or whatever it is that tickles His fancy.
And I bet He's glad He did that, for His nose's sake.
12.28.2008
12.26.2008
Slumpy
I haven't felt like writing.
The surprise date from my husband was most excellent! We went to my favorite restaurant, Houston's, where I ate my favorite dish, Spinach dip, and then went to see my former favorite band, Retrospect. I say former favorite band because they broke up 2 or 3 yrs ago. It was a sad day in Memphis music history. But then they decided to randomly have a reunion show, and my husband found out about it via the all-knowing Facebook network. It was a wonderful show, and they even had a "new" CD for sale of old songs they had once recorded but never released. After the show I was treated to a night of not having to get up and tend to Lexi. I even slept in til 9 AM!
I still don't feel like writing.
The surprise date from my husband was most excellent! We went to my favorite restaurant, Houston's, where I ate my favorite dish, Spinach dip, and then went to see my former favorite band, Retrospect. I say former favorite band because they broke up 2 or 3 yrs ago. It was a sad day in Memphis music history. But then they decided to randomly have a reunion show, and my husband found out about it via the all-knowing Facebook network. It was a wonderful show, and they even had a "new" CD for sale of old songs they had once recorded but never released. After the show I was treated to a night of not having to get up and tend to Lexi. I even slept in til 9 AM!
I still don't feel like writing.
12.17.2008
SURPRISE!
This morning I found this note stuck to the TV:
"No questions...Get Lexi packed for the rest of the day and into tomorrow. Your mom is expecting you at 2 pm. Come home and take a looooooong nap. Be ready to leave at 6:45 and to eat at 7:30. Casual dress.YAY for surprises!
Love you,
Elian"
12.09.2008
New Due Date: July 26th
I went to the doctor yesterday to hear the baby's heartbeat. The ultrasound said many wonderful things: there is only one baby in there, it is in the right place, it has a great heartbeat, and all is well. The ultrasound also said one not so wonderful thing: I am only 7 weeks and 2 days along, 11 days less than originally thought.
The reason this is "bad" is because I hate being pregnant. I hated it the first time, and I hate it this time. It's true that you forget how horrible it was once you have that little miracle in your arms, because if it weren't true, I wouldn't have purposely gotten pregnant again. In fact, I would have had my uterus completely removed immediately after Lexi's birth.
I haven't thrown up yet, but I am nauseous. All day. And all night. The doctor gave me some anti nausea medicine, but it hasn't helped yet... I am mentally prepared for this to last up to 20 weeks. I was excited because I thought I was almost to 9 weeks, which is almost halfway to 20, which almost sounds bearable. So I was pretty deflated when the ultrasound only measured Baby #2 at 7 weeks and 1 measly day. Sure, it is only 11 more days, but 11 more days in morning sickness time is like 2.5 months in real time.
Feel bad for Elian, too. He just got handed 11 more days/2.5 more months of coming home from a full day of work to a house that needs cleaning and a little girl that needs playing/feeding. My hero.
The reason this is "bad" is because I hate being pregnant. I hated it the first time, and I hate it this time. It's true that you forget how horrible it was once you have that little miracle in your arms, because if it weren't true, I wouldn't have purposely gotten pregnant again. In fact, I would have had my uterus completely removed immediately after Lexi's birth.
I haven't thrown up yet, but I am nauseous. All day. And all night. The doctor gave me some anti nausea medicine, but it hasn't helped yet... I am mentally prepared for this to last up to 20 weeks. I was excited because I thought I was almost to 9 weeks, which is almost halfway to 20, which almost sounds bearable. So I was pretty deflated when the ultrasound only measured Baby #2 at 7 weeks and 1 measly day. Sure, it is only 11 more days, but 11 more days in morning sickness time is like 2.5 months in real time.
Feel bad for Elian, too. He just got handed 11 more days/2.5 more months of coming home from a full day of work to a house that needs cleaning and a little girl that needs playing/feeding. My hero.
12.02.2008
Big News
Levatino Baby #2 is now underway!
We discovered I am pregnant again about 2 weeks ago. We had a doctor's visit to confirm and told our families on Thanksgiving by dressing Lexi in a shirt that said Big Sister on it.
Although Baby #2 was not a surprise (I was off birth control), Elian and I were not intentional about getting pregnant this quickly. They say it takes 3 months for the pill to get out of your system. So we were thinking January. Apparently, God was thinking October because we got pregnant after 15 days!
We are all excited and nervous about what life with two small children will look like. Lexi will be 2 years and 2.5 months old when Baby #2 gets here around July 16th.
My mind is spinning a To Do List:
- clean out and paint guest room
- buy new furniture for Baby #2
- potty train Lexi
- move Lexi to a twin bed
- get maternity clothes back
- buy more maternity clothes
- register
- go to a gazillion prenatal appointments
- get all baby stuff (swing, bouncy seat, clothes, bottles, etc.) out of storage
- clean all baby stuff
- don't let loving on Lexi or Elian fall to the bottom of this list (Doh!)
I have plenty of time - I am barely 8 weeks along. And most of this stuff can't be done until March, when we find out the sex. Of course, Elian wants a boy. He is already praying prayers like, "God, please make our baby grow a penis." I follow those prayers with, "Unless our baby is a girl - we don't want a hermaphrodite." I really think I have no preference on the gender. I'd love for Lexi to have a little sister she can grow with and be the best of friends with when they are adults. But I'd also love for Elian to have a son he can have male bonding with.
When I was pregnant with Lexi, I was sick for the first 5 months. Just a general nausea that never really went away. I probably vomited 3 or 4 times each week. It sucked. With this pregnancy, I am having hot flashes at night. Weird. I've had just a touch of nausea most mornings, but it has been a walk in the park. Until today. Today I have been nauseous for about 5 hrs, and eating isn't helping. Hmm. As bad as I might feel physically, though, the worst part is having to park Lexi in front of the TV while I lay on the couch. She loves TV, but hours on end isn't good for her. We need to be playing and running around outside, and reading books, and going places. I guess this is just the beginning of a mother of two's guilt that she can't give her best to both children at the same time, all the time.
Either way, I am excited.
We discovered I am pregnant again about 2 weeks ago. We had a doctor's visit to confirm and told our families on Thanksgiving by dressing Lexi in a shirt that said Big Sister on it.
Although Baby #2 was not a surprise (I was off birth control), Elian and I were not intentional about getting pregnant this quickly. They say it takes 3 months for the pill to get out of your system. So we were thinking January. Apparently, God was thinking October because we got pregnant after 15 days!
We are all excited and nervous about what life with two small children will look like. Lexi will be 2 years and 2.5 months old when Baby #2 gets here around July 16th.
My mind is spinning a To Do List:
- clean out and paint guest room
- buy new furniture for Baby #2
- potty train Lexi
- move Lexi to a twin bed
- get maternity clothes back
- buy more maternity clothes
- register
- go to a gazillion prenatal appointments
- get all baby stuff (swing, bouncy seat, clothes, bottles, etc.) out of storage
- clean all baby stuff
- don't let loving on Lexi or Elian fall to the bottom of this list (Doh!)
I have plenty of time - I am barely 8 weeks along. And most of this stuff can't be done until March, when we find out the sex. Of course, Elian wants a boy. He is already praying prayers like, "God, please make our baby grow a penis." I follow those prayers with, "Unless our baby is a girl - we don't want a hermaphrodite." I really think I have no preference on the gender. I'd love for Lexi to have a little sister she can grow with and be the best of friends with when they are adults. But I'd also love for Elian to have a son he can have male bonding with.
When I was pregnant with Lexi, I was sick for the first 5 months. Just a general nausea that never really went away. I probably vomited 3 or 4 times each week. It sucked. With this pregnancy, I am having hot flashes at night. Weird. I've had just a touch of nausea most mornings, but it has been a walk in the park. Until today. Today I have been nauseous for about 5 hrs, and eating isn't helping. Hmm. As bad as I might feel physically, though, the worst part is having to park Lexi in front of the TV while I lay on the couch. She loves TV, but hours on end isn't good for her. We need to be playing and running around outside, and reading books, and going places. I guess this is just the beginning of a mother of two's guilt that she can't give her best to both children at the same time, all the time.
Either way, I am excited.
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