A Baby Update

Man, I'm more terrible at this than even I expected I would be. Tyler has to call to remind me to try to get Jackson to take some sort of resemblance of a belly picture weekly, most of which turn out to feature my face or my belly, but not both.

Truly, there’s not much to report. I’m feeling good, have regained (most) of my energy, and feel like my stomach is growing at the speed of light. I am sleeping well, am beginning to feel some movement, and really have no other symptoms to report. I suppose no news is good news, right?

I’m just over 18 weeks, and have gained 5 pounds – which it appears is entirely in my stomach. I’m somewhere between regular clothes and maternity clothes, and nothing fits quite right. I’m getting creative with my loose fitting shirts, and hoping that this strategy will work out until it starts to warm up outside.

In two weeks we’ll have the ever-exciting 20-week appointment, marking the halfway point of this pregnancy. How is that possible? It’ll be the first appointment Tyler will actually be around for, and we’ll drag Jackson along and see if the experience makes this thing any more real or understandable for him.

#countdowntostubbsnugget2

18 Weeks

(Photo Cred: Jackson)

Next up: That pink room has got.to.go. 

I Am in Potty Training Hell

Do you guys remember this post? We are closing in n one year since that post. ONE YEAR.

Shortly after my first potty training attempt, we put the whole shenanigan on hold. We dabbled in using the potty if and when he wanted, and otherwise I didn’t push the issue for the next 6 months.

Since last November though, we have been actively potty training. At this point, I feel like it’s a lifestyle, and not a short learning curve. WILL HE EVER BE POTTY TRAINED?!

I am exhausted. I’m tired of bribing, encouraging, scolding, reminding, cleaning, and repeating. I’m tired of every conversation revolving around the potty. I’m tired of being tired. I’m so FREAKING tired of poop.

The idea of a potty trained child makes my heart leap. Is it true that someday, he’ll just use a toilet?! Like on his own?! What is that like?

For reference, our 9-week old puppy is nearly completely potty trained. We’ve had him for a week. I love him for this.

Jackson, child. I love you so much. Like, SO much. But if you don’t figure your crap out (literally), I might lose my damn mind.

Please, help a mama out. PLEASE.

Cooper

Because we are glutens for punishment, we brought a puppy home last week. Please meet Cooper.

I know you’re currently doing the math, and you’re right. That means a baby and a puppy in one year. But we aren’t ones to turn down a good challenge (or a crazy one).

After losing Rebel just over a year ago, there was a void in our home and hearts that was begging to be filled. So this year will be crazy, cute, and exhausting, and filled with poop and pee. And exhausting.

But the good things are never easy, and we aren’t getting less busy. So let’s get this little guy potty trained before baby (got it, TYLER?).

Also, I’m hopeful Kahla will raise him. Wishful thinking?

That face, though.