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Keep Peddling

This is something I’ve found myself saying a lot this week as we are trying to teach Monkey how to ride his new bike.  He doesn’t quite get that in order to keep the bike moving he has to keep peddling.  He definitely prefers when there’s a downhill slope and he can just coast.  He also prefers to take in everything around him and not watch where he is going.  We’re working steadily on both and I’m sure in no time at all I’ll probably be rueful that we ever taught him how to ride.

But this teaching experience has taught me a metaphorical lesson as well.  In order to move forward, you must keep peddling.  I think I’ve been coasting a lot lately and sometimes, that’s okay.  A well deserved break from pushing so hard or in order to get back to health is sometimes needed.  Now that I’m back to a healthy state though, I’m thinking it’s time to start peddling again. 

 The key is to get rolling but not lose sight of the scenery as well I suppose.  Something I’m desperately trying to teach Monkey and it seems myself.

New Game

About a month or so ago, I wrote a post about a game DH started with Monkey about whether or not he wanted a little sister.  This game was fun for a little while but now, the game has been updated.

DH:  You ready for your little sister?

Monkey:  Not yet.

DH:  When are you going to be ready?

Monkey:  Five minutes.

Hilarious and the answer is the same each time.

Number two on the way

The cat’s out of the bag.  I’m pregnant.

I’ve been wanting to tell the world for a while but DH and I decided that it would be best to go through with an amniocentesis and make sure everything was okay this time.  Why?  Because I’m an old buzzard with a greater likelihood of having issues.  A few friends had asked and I denied at first because of this agreement that DH and I had about letting the world know.  So I was “taking the fifth” as one of my old high school friends put it.

After getting the glowing results, I can now say that not only are we having another healthy child but that child is a GIRL!  But I knew the sex prior to even having the amniocentesis.  “How?” you may ask.  Wives’ tales and a little bit of science.

For one, I was REALLY sick this time around in the first trimester, going into a good bit of the second as well (I lost 6 pounds in one week which the doctor didn’t like too much).  Starting about my third week I was getting queasy and by the fifth week I was throwing up not just in the morning but pretty much feeling sick or getting sick until early evening.  (Then there was the week I had not only morning sickness but a stomach virus — but that’s another post maybe.)  So why did this make me feel it was a girl?  Wives’ tales have long said this but in fact, there’s a bit of science behind it.  Apparently, the hormone levels within a woman’s body when she is carrying a girl will indeed make her more sick than if she were carrying a boy.

Second, my cravings.  I didn’t have much cravings in the first trimester but when the morning sickness eased up, when I did want something it was clear I did have a preference.  I’ve been told by several people that women crave sweets when carrying a girl and proteins when carrying a boy.  With Monkey, I craved sausage and eggs constantly.  With this one, I’ve been craving chocolate and watermelons or cantaloupe.

Third, the day of conception.  I’ve heard that male sperm swim faster and die off quicker.  Female sperm swim slower but last longer.  DH was leaving for Vegas a few days prior to my ovulation the month we conceived.  So we made sure to “do the deed” prior him leaving and voila!  Preggers with a girl.

So this is why I knew.  I wish I could have been so certain about the healthy part but honestly, the amniocentesis wasn’t that bad.  I had built it up in my mind as this horrific event and it truly wasn’t.   Some cramping afterward but I was able to attend a meeting two hours after the event and didn’t have a problem.

Number two on the way.  Still scary to think about.  Don’t think I would have ever been ready.  Will be an interesting road at least.

Wanna do dishes?

Some young lady will be very lucky one day!

Such a little cutie

Tonight when I came home from yoga, Monkey was still up as we have adjusted his bedtime routine to start a half hour later.  As I came in the door, I heard DH tell Monkey to “Go give Mama a hug” and there he was at the top of the stairs waiting to give me a hug.  Once we hugged, he walked toward the kitchen saying “Come!  Come!  There’s pizza!”  Such a good little man.

Then he said something really cute at bedtime (even though in the end we still had a bedtime battle).   After reading some books and putting him in bed, we traditionally sit in the chair next to his bed for about 5 minutes and then leave.  While sitting in the chair tonight, I saw his little hand reach over the bed railing while he said, “Wanna hold your hair?”  (Monkey loves to play with my hair, I think it’s almost his security blanket).  Such a little cutie.  How can I be mad?

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