So, I guess I'm finally out of my blog fog since I've posted so much in one week. Honestly, I've been so dang busy that I haven't had time to even think about blogging, much less do it. Work has been so crazy that the house is a mess and I've not even had time to think about how pregnant I am! That's 17 weeks now, if you're wondering. We'll have the big news ultrasound coming up on Feb. 11
th to find out if Lee will be running away or not. : D
I'm feeling pretty good. I'd feel much better if we were getting more sleep in the
Bramell house, but that's another story.
Here are some things I wanna share or risk forgetting:
1. Husband + wife (and belly) + dog + squirmy kid = 3
That's about how many hours of good sleep we are getting at our house these days. Seriously. Becca is going to sleep in her own room, but getting into our bed every night now. This has been going on since about Thanksgiving. I've made it my mission in life to poll every person I know (and some that I don't know) who have kids to see if this is normal or we are just pushovers. Let's see....I've talked to friends, co-workers, neighbors, the pediatrician, my OB doc and random strangers in
Walmart. They all say the same thing--it happens at this age, and there's not much we can do about it, short of dragging her back to her room 10 times a night. And frankly, this child is so stubborn that she's not having any of that. So for now, one of us adults is being forced out on the couch until we resolve this. Hopefully before she starts kindergarten!
Hmmm...do I sound cranky?
2. "I'm not Becca, I'm Dora!"Lucky me, I was treated to Sunday breakfast cooked specially for me by Dora and Boots (that would be Lee). It was yummy! I think we may be getting too much Dora lately because the other day Becca told Lee to "
Vamanos!" (that is hurry up/come on)
3. The child has begged us for a clock in her room.So,
OK, whatever. Now she has a clock. She thinks it's always 5:00. Guess she probably hears the daycare teachers wishing for 5:00; that's my guess anyway.
4. She's funny about the "baby" thing.She keeps saying, "When I get big, I'll have a baby in my belly, too...OK?" And, she insists it's a girl (mine, not hers). We'll see....