And in true girl-y fashion, this post is written in pink to celebrate!  Now isn’t that just FUN?

20 weeks, 2 days

I’ve known the gender of the little fetal friend growing inside of me for almost 2 months and I’m SUPER FREAKING SORRY I didn’t blog it sooner.  I (as always) have a lot of catching up to do on here and I swear someday I’m going to get better at remembering to post things.  And if I don’t, could you remind me to?  I blame the pregnancy brain.  Thanks.

So up until we found out the sex of the baybeh, I was putting my money on either alien or demon.  Because, let’s face it-something inside of me was clearly attempting to get out and the only logical assumption was OMG ALIEN.  I would jokingly call her my “demonbaby” or “demonfetus” because of the horrible, terrible, very bad, no good round ligament pain I was experiencing.  HOLY OW AND STUFF.  Only a demon could be responsible for that kind of shady business.  She was also sitting funny or pinching a nerve or SOMETHING that was (well, still is) causing me excruciating pain in my lower back and legs.  For a couple of days I did. not. get. up. due to the pain of simply moving my legs.  Suckage.

But of course, it’s worth it.  She’s worth it.  Demon or not.

Uhhh, maybe I have reason to believe she is a demon?
Never fear, it was actually SUPER adorable and this was a yawn.
She moved her mouth and sucked a little then let out the most adorable little fetal yawn ever.
But we can still go with demonbaby just for kicks.

The Ultrasound Story (In A Nutshell)

December 22nd, 2010 12:45pm.  Radiology.
I was beyond excited, and I really had to pee.
(You try drinking a large McDonalds cup full of water with someone inside of you using your bladder as a trampoline and someone outside of you prodding your bladder!  Actually, no.  Don’t.  It hurts.)

I laid down on the table and Phil sat in a chair next to me.  The ultrasound tech put some warm gel on my belly which I didn’t like too much.  At my doctor’s office they don’t warm it and I found the warmed gel to be weird and…well…warm. Not a fan.  Baby popped up on the screen and my heart melted a tiny bit.  The tech clicked around, did her measurements, pushed a lot of buttons, and pointed a few things out to us explaining that it all looked normal/healthy.

To be honest I think I was half zon ed-out.  I just sat there.  Staring and smiling.

This is what a baby girl’s foot looks like, in case you’re wondering.

Of course my insides were jumping (ha, pun!) and anticipating when she’d make the boy/girl declaration.  I didn’t any evidence of (as Phil calls it) “a little humdinger”, but I also know nothing about reading ultrasounds so I didn’t get my hopes up.  Then Phil patted me on the leg.  I turned towards him and he mouthed, “it’s a girl” and nodded.  I smiled.

And sure enough?  Confirmation that we were having a girl took place several minutes later.  I just remember smiling.  And smiling.  And smiling some more.  Then looking at Phil.  And smiling even more.

And that day, three days before Christmas, I got the best gift.  Finding out that I had a demonPRINCESS inside of me.

So I was watching children today and I’ve been helping to potty train this little boy. He’ll pee in his potty, but that’s it. So I was watching him and he’s playing on the computer in the other room. I frequently poke my head in and asked him if he needs to use the potty but he just replies “nodankou!” I put his little brother down for a nap and decided I should check on the other boy again. I walk in and ask if he has to use the potty and he says yes! Oh yay, I am thrilled!

…

*sniff*

I think what he meant was that he already went? He gets up from his chair and I take one look at his pants.

Ugh.

So I take him upstairs to the changing area of the home and tell him to stay standing. I didn’t want to just leave poopy clothes in the poor family’s hamper so I decided to go get a bag. I told the boy to wait right there and not move (something he’s perfectly capable of doing). I get halfway up the stairs and he’s relocated to the top of the stairs, pants down, laying on his stomach. He mumbled something about laying down to help me. While adorable, caused much more mess. Because he pulled his pants down it got all over his legs. But then I look at the carpet and see poop all over the carpet. He had it on his socks! I have no idea how it got onto his socks, and there was quite a large amount on them.

I tell him to get up and walk back to the changing station. We undress him and I decide this will be easier if he leans over a chair.

Now let’s pause this story to add a little detail.

This family has a dog. Very old, very obnoxious. It follows you everywhere and doesn’t care what you’re doing-it will sit on you. Oh, you’re holding a baby? That’s okay! I’ll just sit on the baby too! I hate this dog. It does nothing but get in the way.

Let’s resume the story now, shall we?

So I’m wiping off the kid. He’s got poop all over his back and butt. Yeah, it’s messy but I don’t mind it too much. All in a days work.

But wait, why did I bring up the dog?

Guess who comes up and decides they’re going to be loveydovey? That’s right, the dog. I stand up to get another wipe, turn back around towards the kid, and see the dog. Oh so delightfully licking the kids butt.

EW.

Now the boy has this look on his face like “no no doggy, please stop licking me” which made me glad that he didn’t freak out or something. (I would freak out if a dog started licking my ass! Um, excuse me? NO.) So I’m trying to push this dog away and it does not care. I shove it (fairly hard) after a while and it won’t go away! So gross and so annoying!!! Finally I push it and get in it’s way too much. The dog started sniffing around and realized it could just lick the carpet. Um, yay?

So that was my eventful story. I’m doing quite well today. I’m getting a cold which makes this the 4th sickness I’ve gotten since working at the daycare. Erg. I’ve only been working there a month! Gee I love kids