Deuce Update, Jilly Ramblings

I went for my ultrasound yesterday to determine the size/weight of the Deuce. All is well and yes, he or she is big. Measuring big - 65th percentile at over 4 pounds at 32 weeks. The tech was a little concerned as the belly is measuring in the 90th percentile. Meaning that the Deuce is getting a little too much sugar from me. And this coincides with me failing my 1 hour diabetes test. My body is giving the baby extra sugar and my body is not processing it well even though I passed my 3 hour test. I set up an appointment to see the tech and have ANOTHER ultrasound at 35 weeks. I go to my regular OB next Tuesday. I am not too concerned with the weight, but I am concerned with how uncomfortable I am getting. I am in so much pain, especially at night. I hurt. Baby hurts me when he or she is moving. I don't sleep well and just want the pain to end.

I did get to see the Deuce's face really well. Whatta chubby little monkey! OMG. The cheeks! And the Deuce's nose is just like Jillian's. The profile is very similar between the two of them. And baby is head down. Yay. I'm in love, I tell you.

Jillian. Where do I even begin. Yesterday morning was mischief making time. She was playing around in the kitchen with my IceT pitcher and some other things. I thought nothing of it. I did venture into the kitchen every once in a while when I was getting ready for the appointment and found her wiping her face with my dish towel. Nothing unusual. I asked her to put it away and she didn't. Nothing unusual there. I forgot all about the dish towel when my mother arrived to go with us to my Ultrasound. When we came home and I was in the process of making lunch, I picked up the towel to hang it up. It was soaked. Wet. Not just damp, but wet. I looked around the kitchen and discovered the kitty did not have ANY water in his bowl. And the bowl was moved. The little monkey was playing around (again) with the kitty's food and water, dumped his water and then cleaned it up. Herself. Part of me is proud. Part of me is shaking my head at my little trouble maker. At least she is learning from me having her pick up after herself and clean the floors when she spills something or drops food on the floor.

And she was up last night and ended up sleeping with us for a few hours. I think she had a tummy ache. She ate Banditos Corn and Bean salsa before bed. I was snaking on it and no snack is safe with J around. I did not think she would like it. Really I didn't. She ended up eating a bit of it and asking for more. I hate telling her no when it comes to food!! So no Corn and Bean salsa before bed again. And she was quite stinky this morning. Toots. I kept asking her if she pooped. Nope. Poor Cherie today. I am guessing she is going to have quite the messy diaper to deal with.

And today was day 2 of not crying when I dropped her off. Yay!! Makes me feel so much better. Jillian's mood remains upbeat and happy and wild. I now know the signs of when she is unhappy. Part of me is sad to learn these signs so early. The other part is happy that I "see" that I did the right thing.

Happy Wednesday. Sorry so long and rambling. :)

posted by Stephanie @ 11:03:00 AM