Surgery is scheduled and other unexpected news...

The nurse called yesterday to schedule my c-section. Apparently, December 5th is a popular day to have a baby. She could not get me on the agenda until 12:30pm. So put it on your calendar! Normally they do them first thing in the morning. It doesn't really bother me, though. That's one last day to [attempt to] sleep in. I show up at the hospital at 10am, and before 1pm, the world will have its newest person! Now, my history is that it will not go this smoothly, but since I am an eternal optimist (who am I fooling, here?), I think this is how it will go.

However, what might throw a little kink in my plans, is my new diagnosis...

gestational diabetes.

I am not happy about this diagnosis, but when she told me my glucose number (206), I agreed that maybe it was accurate. Well, not at first. At first, I fought her on it. And rebelliously told her I would not come back in for another screening and that I wanted to talk to someone else. Funny thing about that is, after convening with Dr. Desautels, he agreed. He is sending me straight to an educational class to get some learnin' and a glucometer. Yay me.

It's not that big of a deal. But it could mean a really big baby. Which could mean an earlier, surprise, delivery. Anywho. I won't think about that now. Now, I have to focus on limiting my carbs (really hard) and sweets (not as hard) and increasing my protein (easy!) and veggies (easiest!). The best news is that cheese has lots of calcium and it seems to be pretty diabetic friendly! Wa-hoo! That's a diet I can live with!

I've got a nautical themed pashmina afghan!!

Parker turned 2 last weekend. We took the boat down the river to his birthday party! (Hence the lyrical title in the words of the great T. Pain from the song "I'm on a boat".) Avery had a blast! The hayride rocked! She was such a little trooper, but was pooped by the time we left. Happy Birthday Park!!

Yesterday, we went on a Mommy-Daughter date to Chicken-Play, known by the rest of the world as Chick-fila. Either way, its her favorite lunching spot! She pitched a small fit when we left, and pitched a MAJOR one when we got home. Too much fun=a not happy Avery. I think this is part of being two. (Does it go away by three?? Holy Moly, I hope so!)

Hello? Hello?

Me: Who are you calling?

Avery: GiGi. On my foot phone.

Duh.

Some Avery Stories:

1. The other night, Avery saw a tiger in a store window. She pointed to it, and I told her it was "Aubie" the Auburn Mascot, who she had seen the weekend before at the season opener. She said, "Yeah, Mama, Aubie has the best job!" I was a little confused. So I asked what job he held. She said, "The walk!" Clearly someone has been talking to her about the Tiger Walk. I don't know who. But someone.

2. Last night, Avery and I were picking up Zoes for supper. She had made friends with some rather muscular looking ladies (who were super nice, but wanted to buy her some chocolate milk after I clearly stated she couldn't have any because she hadn't eaten dinner yet) who thought she was pretty cute and funny. We were all sitting around waiting on our food, and Avery kept making them laugh. But really the best moment was when she passed gas (which of course reverberated off of the plastic chair she was sitting in, oh so lady like) and then announced to everyone (kitchen staff included) "I TOOTED!!!!!" and then she said it over and over again after her audience (everyone but me, that is) giggled and smiled at her. MORTIFIED. So thanks, to the 3 or 4 important people in her life that would applaud this behavior. You know who you are. I am in massive never-let-this-happen-again mode. Avery and I had two discussions about when and where potty language is appropriate. Ugh.

3. I (mistakenly) asked Avery's teacher if she bosses around the other kids. She smiled so sweetly and said, "No, she isn't bossy, but she is very outspoken. We never wonder what she is thinking about." Not sure what Avery has been telling them, but I am sure its interesting. At least she added at the end, "But we never have any behavior problems with Avery!" At least we have that going for us.

Here she is discussing the finer points of gummy bears with me.

And here, she is helping clean the fridge. I got desperate for an activity! Mom used to let E and I "clean" (shaving cream) the appliances on cold rainy days, so I thought I would try it on a 95 degree day when I was 7 months preggo and couldn't even begin to contemplate going outside to push her on the swing. Anyway, she had fun...not as much as I remember having, but I think next time we try it, she may get more into it. The house was pretty cold, and I made her strip down so she wouldn't get her dress messy. She may have been more concerned with keeping her body temperature up than making a big squishy mess.

In honor of 9/11

Thank you for your sacrifice to our country, all the men and women who served and who died 10 years ago.

I dont have much to say.

Between potty training, sleep deprivation, mommyhood, wifedome, and work, I don't have a lot of time to think up creative blog posts. I am in get-it-done-so-I-can-rest mode. Third trimester started yesterday, along with the aches and pains of carrying around additional weight and the emotional strain of wondering how in the #$%* I am going to be a mom to an infant and a Dora crazed toddler who won't sleep, but shows great aptitude in a number of other areas. That was a run-on.

It's not that she won't sleep. It's that she won't go to bed 2 nights a week. For whatever reason, and it seems to differ each week. One night, she's scared, the next, she's cold and needs water. And last night, she just couldn't settle down, even after her soothing lavender bath, reading time, and rocking routine were complete. Any moms out there know what I'm doing wrong? We have got to get this thing under control before John Mills gets here!

Speaking of John Mills, he is doing great, hiccuping, dancing, and jujitsu-ing his way into my ribs and heart. I think he is going to be an active one. I meet with my new-new doctor (Desautels) in 2 weeks, and then I start the bi-monthly visits with him. Not sure if I mentioned that Dr. Sullivan and I didn't jive, but lets just say it was bad.