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April 23, 2003

4-23-03, 17 weeks along and struggling with a 2 1/2 year old.

G is definitely trying to test his boundaries. Now that his vocabulary and understanding of life increases he has decided to tell me "no" more often and when he doesn't get his way, he pouts. Sometimes, G cries or he'll swat at me when he wants something he can't have or do something he can't do. It is very frustrating but I know it's normal. I think it would be very difficult and even more frustrating to have a new baby right at this point in his development. I think I'd be pulling my hair out. He is also very demanding of me and my time. Occasionally, he makes it known that he wants Mommy, not Daddy or anyone else. He was upset when Daddy or grandma pushed his stroller and not me or if I cut his food versus his daddy. It's like "Give me a break."

Then there are the great and wonderful times where G wants to cuddle with just me. Or he wants to give me more kisses. Or he wants plain ole lovin' and TLC from his mom.

Yesterday, when I picked him up at daycare, I decided to take him to the park on the way home. He wanted to see-saw and he bounced up and down and up and down. It's a spring loaded one and I just pushed it at the other end - up and down. He didn't want to stop. Then later, he wanted the tire swing. And he wanted me to make it go in circles. He went round and round and I had to make him get off. I had to hold his hand because he was so dizzy. After about 20 feet he says "belly hurt, go ni-ni." So we went home with his moaning in the car. I was afraid he was going to get sick. I finally got him home and on solid ground. He had some to eat then said "Belly hurt. Baby do it." And lifted his shirt and patted his belly and poked his finger in his belly button. He thinks my baby lives in my belly button. He sticks m&ms in there for the baby and tried to look in there. So, now he thinks he has a baby in there and if he has an upset tummy, the baby did it. I'm positive he got that from me :) I thought it was pretty cute though.

Easter. Saturday before Easter we went to an Easter-egg hunt put on by my brother at a park by my parents. My brother is running for mayor of my hometown and he's doing a great job. The egg hunt was great. He had face painting, balloons, the easter bunny (my SIL)hotdogs, koolade and broke down the hunt into age groups. We had a great time and got tons of eggs. He hid 3500 eggs. Every kid got more than enough of everything. For Easter, we went to church, then we went to my sister's house for supper. We sat around and chatted most of the day and headed home.

My dad had another "dieing" episode last weekend. I ended up staying up there all weekend for/with my mom. Dad told my SIL he was ready to die on Thursday. He didn't eat or take his meds for 2 days and was very motionless and pitiful looking. Then something perked him up on Saturday night and he asked for his meds and some food. He can't really talk loud and doesn't eat much but the nurses knew what he wanted. So, he ate a little and rallied a bit. So, he didn't die this weekend but the docs say less than 60 days. They say he won't last through the summer. He has very little fat left on his body and eventually, his kidneys and liver will shut down. We all want his suffering to end. His heart is so healthy though. Poor guy and I also feel bad for my mom. It's an emotional roller coaster for her and she's not in the best of health either.

The ultrasound:
I had the ultrasound yesterday, the 29th. I was exactly 17 weeks. We saw a healthy little boy. We are very excited. I thought I'd be dissappointed at having boy, but I was just as excited and even shed a tear. It was so neat and I am already used to the idea of having another boy. The third time will be very stressful though waiting until I find out what I'm having. The name was have at this point is Simon Jones Offutt. I haven't told my mom of the name because I'm sure she won't like it. She hates all the names I pick out. She wants to name them. She already had her chance. It's our turn.

That's the news.
Anne, G and Simon