february eleven: 22 weeks pregnant

22 Weeks pregnant today. Look at that belly. I think I've really popped out! For the first time this pregnancy, I'm showing some round belly in the flesh! I think last pregnancy I did show a few actual belly shots, but once the stretch marks really start taking a toll, I won't be showing that belly anymore! (I am using cream.... yes I am..... but does it work... hell no! And genetics? Feh! My mother had 3 kids and not a SINGLE stretch mark to boot...! (Or so she says!) NOT FAIR!) This week I have an OB apt on Valentine's Day... (How romantic!) and next week UltraSound number 2...! Maybe they'll tell me they still think the baby is small and I'll get to go back for a 3rd U/S. Any chance to see the baby, I'm game. And I know, I have small babies... Sean proved it. All 5 lbs 5 oz of him. Which dropped to 4 lbs 14 oz upon hospital check-out and then 4 and a half pounds by by the time he was not even half a week old. Small baby, don't you think?)

This morning we had our Walkie Talkie class (that's what the class is called) and we painted again. Well, Sean did. I don't have to help him, he's very good with the painting.

But this time, we used trucks and cars to paint... for the "rolling" effect. It was damn neat. I would have never of thought of that. (I've done sponges, and potatos... but never cars!) Must remember that one!

And here is his finished master piece. I cannot wait for the day I can bring home these paintings. They are SO going up in the house.

After painting was over, he played with some toys, he loves playing with all the toys in class.

And then it was snack time. Our teacher hands out apple juice (we always bring a sippy cup for that) and 2 crackers per child (though, they are allowed more if they are hungry). During snack time we are read a story, and it's a different one each week!

After class we came home, and added potatos to the slow cooker which already had dinner cooking. The house smelled delicious by the time we got home. Jack & his mommy ran some errands and then came by for a bit to hang out and see our new house. The two boys had some snacks and played for a bit. Jack was super tired today, so they left when he got really cranky. At that point, we headed off for a few hour visit (and lunch!) at my parents house, who safely returned from vacation. My sister stopped by as well to see the little munchkin!

Sean fell asleep in my mom's arms before we even left the house (with his coat, hat and scarf on!) so I put him in his car seat, and we went home. Sean napped in the car for about an hour (while I worked on some stitch markers for the shop (below)) and then got up. He had a bottle and fell back asleep on me - on the couch while I watched today's Oprah. Jamie got home, we ate dinner (my delicious stew from the slow cooker) (I improvised a recipe and it turned out very well! I am very impressed with myself!) and then it was time for Sean's bath....

That's when the real adventure began.

All's well, Sean was playing in the bath. I let him play for about 8-10 minutes before I wash him from head to toe, and then he likes to play while the bath drains, and then we get out, get into pj's and have a bedtime bottle.

Well, not tonight my friends. Please skip below if you are not interested in baby stories and/or get nauseas easily. I'm not that graphic, but I do share details that non-mommies may not be able to handle??

Tonight, Sean had my beef stew for dinner.

Tonight, Sean went to the bathroom in the tub. Number 2.

I was sitting there reading my Canadian Family magazine next to the tub when I looked at him with a big smile on his face, and poop in his hand.

I called to Jamie, who couldn't hear me in the basement, and when he finally did, he came running up like something bad had happened. When he realized that Sean had just taken a dump in the tub, he relaxed. He took Sean into the shower, and I started to get gloves, a bucket and stuff to clean the tub.

Once he was done with Sean, I dumped all the toys into the shower stall, to rinse them off, and then drained the tub. I thought it was easier to drain the tub, and then clean up the poop than to dump buckets of water and poop into the toilet.

If I wasn't pregnant, this would have been a LOT easier. But damn, the nausea.....

So, I managed to drain the tub, and put the rubber gloves on, and clean up the poop with a paper towel. My next idea was to rinse the tub down and then use Comet to clean out the tub.

Well, I didn't get that far. I did manage to clean the poop with paper towel and put it into a plastic bag (as I would when the cats throw up - that's how I clean it). (When I can't get Jamie to do it - since they're his cats).

I had my mouth & nose tucked into my tshirt - because of the smell. And that's when the nausea took over, and I hurled in my shirt. Let me tell you, I wish I hadn't had my mouth/nose in my shirt, things would have been a LOT easier and cleaner. Let me tell you.

I'm laughing about this all now... but I wasn't earlier.

Sorry to be graphic... I just had to share what my evening tonight was like.

I just hope this kid never poops in the tub or in his swim diaper in the pool ever again.

The stitch markers added to the shop are the 5 sets below: (Handmade by me of course!)

Cute Animal Set. $4

Another cute animal set. $4

A nice floral set. $4

Very cute mittens. $4

Awesome stylin' sandals. $4

I had a dream last night I bought a house a few blocks from my new house (around the corner from my parents house), it was actually a childhood home of a friend from elementary school, so I've been in the house before, but we're talking YEARS ago... it's weird how vivid and realistic my dream was, even though I hadn't been there since, like, the 3rd grade maybe. In the dream, I had bought the house and was doing renovations, and I was working out where in the house my office would be. That was the main focus to the dream. I wonder what that symbolizes?


I should not be allowed to watch Oprah either anymore. The tears just starting pouring out - when it was Oprah's Dream Home Makeover episode. Man, the sob stories don't mix well with pregnant people. Seriously.

Alright, we've got swimming tomorrow, must get to sleep. Just waiting a few more minutes for yet another load of laundry to be done so I can put it in the dryer. (It never ends??)