Baby C updates

So lately Baby C has been beating my stomach up from the inside out. She's has literally kicked me all day and all night. Not only that but I've been having some upper stomach issues - not my stomach, but the actual muscles. Someone at work finally convinced me that I was having Braxton Hicks. Yea team.

The good thing is the last two days that they've calmed down. But I've also had more strain in my pelvic area. I've resolved to just not workout because it's not worth the three days of recovery. I am struggling to pick Reagan up or hold her for any period of time. I hate that. I'm so used to being super woman - nothing stops me. Well, nothing until I got pregnant again.

But, I look at it this way. I have a little baby growing inside me. That is just a miracle. I'm 40 and had no problems getting pregnant. I'm grateful. So another 12 weeks to be selfless and just take care of myself is all I can do.

I'm looking forward to the end of the pregnancy for a lot of reasons. But am patiently waiting her arrival.

If you feed my boots, it will feed the baby

Tonight, Reagan was eating goldfish crackers as a snack after school. After some period of time, she reached up and said "I want to feed the baby". So I grabbed the cracker and started to put it in my mouth. She yelled "no mommy, your boots". Hmmm. She reached up and put her hand in my bra and left goldfish crackers in there.

Now what?

I turned around and quickly removed them and ate them. Yummy!

She did it again. "Here mommy", she said reaching up towards my bra, "this is for the baby." Jim just looked at me and laughed.

I have an idea...

Reagan has been coming up with all sorts of new tings to say. It's been really fun watching her put together different sentences and phrases. Her speech is growing so fast that we can't keep up with it very well. But the other day she said "I have an idea" and kept going with something. I was laughing when I heard her say that and didn't listen to anything else.

I wish I could keep up with her better, but I'm a tad lazy these days with writing stuff down.

New Furniture

We finally decided after a couple weekends of shopping that we would upgrade Reagan's room to a full-size bed and dresser set and pass on all the baby stuff to Baby C in my belly. It ended up being about the same as just getting a new convertible set for the baby.

That came out so easy, but it was a process to figure that out. We picked out a few things we liked, got her to bounce around a bit on the furniture and finally settled on something.


We hope she likes it.

Of course, I had to order all the Dora decorations too. We got a cool bedspread and some stuff for her wall. When I get the room together, I will post again with the images. :)

Little Miss Independent

Our little Reagan, who was once so cuddly and snuggly, has changed. She is probably still a mama's girl, but is more likely to do her own thing now. Since we moved her to her toddler bed about a month ago, she's slowly changed from needing her snuggle time at night to just needing to know we are around.

I miss my little snuggle butt sometimes. When she appears, I grab a hold of her and only let go when told. It's probably good timing since we have #2 on the way, but still a bitter sweet time for me.

The lights are all on

This morning we got upstairs to wake Reagan up and her overhead light was on and she had a TON of books in her bed with her and her animals. Last night Reagan threw a fit and we left her in her room to put herself in bed. She did just that - she read books and fell asleep on the pile of things in her bed.

Awww...

Bath time woes

We haven't figured out what has happened, but Reagan went from enjoying the bath to being completely opposed to the thought of it. Hmmm. She hates to get her hair washed, hates to do anything related to something you want her to do in that process. But if you can get through the bath and walk out of the room, she'll sit down and play just fine. It's odd. Is that her crazy independence coming out? Who know. All I know is that Jim and I do not enjoy the bath routine at night. It's a necessary evil, but not always fun.