Delinquent Blogger

Ok, I know I've been very neglectful in my blog writing. This is due to a) I'm actually doing all my cleaning and stuff now while the kids behave first thing in the morning instead of using the computer, and b) it's been nice lately and we've been outside a lot. Here's the update on everyone:
Josey has been his usual self, and not misbehaving much more than usual. When he gets outside he doesn't get as bored and destructive, which is good. He's been helping me plant seeds in the garden and in pots, and is pretty happy when things start to sprout. He's been playing well with Roanen, except for when he decided to whack him in the head (really hard) with a metal rod several times and when he smashed into him with his big wheel while Roanen was bending over trying to pick up a basketball (which naturally caused Roanen to flip over the ball and scrape his whole forehead up). Yesterday we went to Timmy's for breakfast with Grammie and walked around Renfrew for a little while, and on the way home he started complaining and crying that his neck/throat hurt a lot. This happened on and off until we pulled up to the cottage and he complained one last time before projectile vomiting about 3 times all over himself, his carseat, and the car. He was really upset about it and saying that his stomach and legs really hurt, which I assume was a normal not-used-to-puking complaint. He was really pale and lethargic with a bit of a fever for the rest of the day, puking several more times, but perking up towards the end of the day. Miraculously he didn't throw up during the night and woke up hungry and in good spirits. It must have been a 12 hour bug and hopefully no one else gets it.
Roanen is really growing up lately. I figured he would be unable to amuse himself for a long time, having always had Josey around to entertain him and play with him, but he does really well, especially if he's outside. He loves the ride-on toys and the sandbox and will play for hours providing he's not hungry or tired. He's talking so much lately, sometimes putting 2 words together and repeating words you say to him. We got a really clear "dishwasher" out of him the other day and Russ claims that he said "hockey stick" during one of the Sens games. He also plays along when Russ and Josey play hide-and-seek after bath every night, yelling "READY!" every time someone is hiding. It's nice that he can communicate better, but he's still getting really frustrated about things, and seems to be crying a lot more. This may be due to the fact that he's had a bad cold for the last week and has been extra cranky. He still hasn't gotten any more than his 6 teeth so we can blame it on teething too :) He slept really badly while his cold was at its worst, but otherwise has been sleeping right through the night more than before (knock on wood).
Pregnancy's pretty normal, and I seem to have exploded over the last couple of weeks size-wise. There's definitely no hiding it now. The last of my non-maternity pants are starting to not fit and I'm glad that I bought a whole bunch of consignment maternity clothes at Here We Grow Again that are actually not ugly. The baby is moving a lot; I was hoping that this one would be a quiet fetus, but it seems to be moving as much, if not more, than the boys did. It also sleeps when I sleep and wakes up about 3 minutes after I do, moving around like crazy just like both boys. I'm assuming this means that it's going to be a difficult baby, and am going to do my best to make it behave so that Russ doesn't follow through on his threat to have a vasectomy if this one acts like the last two.
I fell down the bedroom-playroom stairs yesterday (which was only a matter of time considering how slippery, narrow, and handrail-less they are) and am really sore today, especially my butt and elbow where I landed. Baby is still moving like crazy, so I guess they really are well cushioned in there.
The only other thing to note is that I'm going to be asking the doctor at my appointment next week to check my stomach to see if I have a hernia. There's a spot near my belly button that is usually a little tender to touch, and I've noticed at my ultrasounds or when I'm poking at it, that it's strangely squishy. I've been describing it kind of as if you have a small balloon and you're holding it around the middle with two fingers, then you squish one side so it deflates and the other side gets bigger. It's actually a really gross feeling, so I don't do to much self-examination of it, but when I got it in my head that it could be a hernia I figured I should probably find out for sure before I strangulate it in labour...
Oh, and finally, despite people believing otherwise, I don't actually know the sex of the baby. I have a feeling it's a girl, which is why I'm allowing pink things to remain in my house and am drawn to them in stores, but I don't know for sure. Lately I've been feeling like I'm setting myself up for a huge disappointment if it's a boy, but don't really want to find out for sure and be disappointed ahead of time. At least if it's a boy when it comes out he'll already be there to love so the disappointment will wear off quickly :) And I thought I'd never want a girl.
That's about it, and I promise to try to keep updating regularly. I guess the novelty of noticing every little thing about a pregnancy wears off a few children into it. I even really have to think about it to remember how far along I am. Ok, and upon thinking hard about it I realize that I still don't know and should probably check a calendar. Good Mom!