spreading the plague one sippy cup at a time

I am gonna ask for a little blog-reader participation here, folks.

Here's the scoop.

You and your child of 16 months are swimming at the public pool. It is a small wading pool for kids under 5 years old. You pack the stroller complete with backpack of snacks and toys and you each have a sippy cup. You have your 32 ouncer filled with water and your child has a sippy cup located in the front of the stroller also filled with water. The stroller is parked near a bench and 2 other strollers in the shade.

You leave the stroller to go and play with your child in the pool. You glace up occasionally at the stroller {just a momma or daddy reflex}. On one occasion, you see another small child playing with your child's sippy cup. You watch her drink out of it. You continue to watch her drink out your child's cup. That child's mother finally notices her child drinking out of YOUR child's sippy cup. She takes said cup away and places it back in the stroller.

You continue to play in the pool with your child.

After a while, your child gets board and wants a snack and a drink. You walk over to the stroller. {Obviously, YOU are the owner of said stroller and sippy cup}. You put your toys away and grab a snack. You sit down on bench next stroller and near other mother and child. You proceed to have snack and drink out of your cup {both you and your child}. Other mother never says anything to you about said sippy cup and "the incident."

Now for my blog participation question - If rolls were reversed - would you have spoken up about the sippy cup? BE 100% honest.

Besides spreading the love one sippy cup at a time, Monkey J is doing well. Done with whatever was making her toss her bananas {literally}, but still dealing with bouts of the fever. Last night was hell. Up at 10 pm, 11 pm, some other time between then and 4 AM. *sigh* What am I going to do with 2? Mommas have an innate ability to roll with the punches as far as sleep deprivation. Daddies, in my case, do not. My partner needs sleep. He also needs to eat on a regular basis. I do, too, but I can skip a meal or two to care for a child.

Anyways.

We get to see the Deuce today! My ultrasound with the perinatal specialist is today. Pray that the Deucie's heart is a-okay, puh-leaze. We had a slight scare at 7 weeks and an even bigger scare with A's niece having heart issues that the docs never caught. Ever. Never Ever until the little bitty was a month old. That little girl is LUCKY. Seriously. So, we are covering our bases and hoping all is well.

And no, I guess we are NOT finding out if the Deuce has a penis or not. I would love to this time around (for some odd reason), but A does not. He said I can wait. I say I get to bitch all I want now. Fair, right? This just means Deucie gets gender neural items for Christmas, Grandma will have to hold off putting a name on a stocking, I'll need to buy 2 outfits for Christmas and so on and so on. Whatever.

But A guesses that the Deuce is a boy as do I. This pregnancy could not be more opposite of J. People say that all the time. "Each Pregnancy is different, blah, blah, blah." But in all honesty - COMPLETELY opposite of J. I could list all the differences here, but that would take forever and I have other schtuff to do - but the BIGGEST thing is that I was sick up until 18 weeks. Yes, folks. 18 weeks and still tossing my cookies into the porcelain god.

But the upside - I've gained a whopping.

*drum roll puhleaze.....*

6 pounds.

DAMN. If I keep this up, after the baby is born, I'll be back to pre-prego weight after a WEEK of breastfeeding. Not back into my clothes, but down in weight. I hate the flabby after baby belly. Blech, but love the benefits of breastfeeding.

posted by Stephanie @ 10:38:00 AM