Nesting

I have been having contractions for a week now.

There are just little baby ones.

My midwife said that I could still possibly go until 40 weeks, but we'll see.

This is going to sound weird considering my current situation, but for most of this pregnancy I have been terrified of having two children.  Seriously.  How am I supposed to be perky and chipper enough to take care of my energetic toddler by day and still be a night walking baby feeder by night?  Is my little girl going to hate her baby brother because he is stealing the attention of her mom and dad?  How am I going to be able to take care of Maycee, the nursery hater, and little baby at church by myself when Stephen has to be teaching a bunch of 12 & 13 year old boys?  The list of questions goes for quite a while, but I will spare you.

This past week I have had a different feeling about this situation.  I know that Heavenly Father is going to help me.  I really feel at peace.  I am ready.  I am okay with being pregnant for 3 more weeks, but if it happens now I will make it.  The past 37 weeks have prepared me.

Also as a perk, I have been cleaning like crazy.  Except the bathrooms.  Stephen loves me and helped that situation.  Minus the bathtub in the master bath.  I hate cleaning that thing.

I now feel better that I have everything ready for our little baby boy.  The second one definitely makes me feel more confident in my abilities.  I've done this.  Atleast this time I know that I have to have a blanket to bring the baby home in.

Good thing Maycee was born in August.

An afternoon at the park.

It has been 50 degrees all week.

I keep holding my breath thinking that winter will hit...eventually.

I guess that we should at least take advantage of what we have, when we have it.

Maycee and I went to the park today.

She learned to do the slide all by herself.  She would go in circles.  Climb stairs. Go down slide.  Climb stairs. Go down slide. etc.  She loved it.

You really can't tell, but she loves the swings.

Then she found the wood chips.  It was all fun and games until they ended up in her mouth.



Valentine's Day

Stephen loves me.

Because he loves me he works really hard to make me happy.

Even though Stephen is not a "romantic," he has been trying really hard because he knows that I love it.

Tuesday morning Stephen woke up and made me breakfast in bed.

Every hour during the day Stephen sent me texts giving me a reason why he loved me.

I have to show them off because a lot of them are so Stephen:

7:04am - "I love you because you are beautiful."

8:01am - "I love you because you are a terrific mother."

9:01am - "I love you because you're tough as nails.  Except for when you see a spider."

10:06am - "I love you because you are disciplined and obedient (to your Heavenly Father)."

11:01am - "I love you because you make me want to be a better person."

12:01pm - "I love you because you have a rockin' hot body!"

1:08pm - "I love you because you're extremely motivated."

2:03pm - "I love you because you can put up with me and all of my issues."

3:03pm - "I love you because you make amazing food that makes me fat!"

4:04pm - "I love you because I'm on my way home to see you."

When I received Stephen's text at 4, I didn't check it until 4:15.  I panicked because I wasn't finished with everything yet!

When Stephen walked in the door he had a present for me.  I was really surprised because I had no idea what it was or that he had gotten me something.  I opened the box to find...my water bottle!  Stephen got me another Boise OBGYN water bottle from the doctor's office.  You might think this is odd, but I have missed my old water bottle since it was taken at the Boise State basketball game.  I LOVE YOU STEPHEN!!

Maycee & I made a yummy dinner and sugar cookies with amazing cream cheese frosting.  I gave Maycee one of the beaters and she sucked that thing dry.  I was surprised that she was able to eat it, but when sugar is involved it will be eaten no matter what.

 

Maycee and I tried to take a picture together, but I'm not as good at taking those kinds of pictures as Stephen.

Thank you, Stephen, for making my Valentine's Day.  I love you!

Sleeping Chairs

Maycee is doing quite well with her transition to the toddler bed.  The real test will be when we bring a baby home and put it in her old room.  Hopefully she will still be doing well.

For a few days now, Maycee has been found sleeping in a very unusual "bed" during her naptime.

She is so stinkin' cute.

Cold

This morning Maycee was cold.

She was shivering.

So I taught her a trick.

We turned the heat up and when the heater vent kicked on I put her right next to it and then placed her blanket over her and the heater vent.  She sat on that heater vent for 10 minutes.  I was so surprised.  Maycee never holds still.  Especially for that long.

Emotions gone awry.

Wow.

I don't even know if I can really communicate the emotions that I felt on Sunday.

To begin, I was supposed to teach Relief Society.  I had been working on my lesson for quite a while.  Not so much what I should say, but how I could get the sisters in the classroom to participate and direct the discussion to a result that would be uplifting.  I had taken a totally different approach than I normally do.

Next, it was Maycee's second week in nursery.

Lastly, Stephen had just received a new calling.  He was called to be the 2nd Counselor in the Young Men's Presidency.  Which meant he really had to be in Young Men's during the 3rd hour...the same time I was supposed to be teaching Relief Society.

Now that I have set the picture I shall begin with my oration.

After Sacrament Meeting, Stephen took Maycee to nursery and I went to Sunday School.  As I passed the nursery on my way to class I saw Stephen holding a sobbing Maycee.

Aaaahhhhh!!  I had not expected this!

After 10 or 15 minutes in Sunday School I went into the nursery to drag Stephen out and let Maycee cry herself into contentment.  We were in Sunday School for another 15 minutes while Stephen was fidgeting the whole time, worrying about Maycee.  I tried to ignore it.  The door to Sunday School opened and at that same time you could hear Maycee screaming at the top of her lungs.  Stephen jumped up to her rescue.

I sat in Sunday School, by myself, completely frustrated at the fact that Maycee was having such a hard time going into nursery.  I left the room to check on her and Stephen.

As I walked into the nursery I saw Maycee clinging to her dad, terrified that he was going to leave her again.

This feeling of overwhelming guilt passed through me.  I was more concerned with my lesson than I was with the distress of my child.  I felt like an awful mother.  Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I watched Maycee and her dad try to play with the other kids.  I cried.  And I cried.  And I cried.

I couldn't stop crying.

Stephen took Maycee to Deacon's Quorum.

I was still crying as Relief Society started.  I was sitting in front of everyone.  Obviously extremely distressed.  As the Relief Society President turned the time over to me, she tried to lighten things up a bit. 

We are pretty good friends.

She said, "We are now going to turn the time over to Kami to teach our lesson.  We are all going to have to bear with her as she is a little hormonal today."

I stood up to teach and tears continued to roll down my cheeks.  I'm sure being 7 1/2 months pregnant didn't help any either.  As I started my lesson I told everyone that my little girl was starting to go into nursery and it wasn't going so well.  They all chuckled in instant understanding because most of them had been in my shoes before.

It took me two minutes of teaching to finally calm down.  The lesson continued without tears.

This is stressing me out.

Post Family Extravaganza

This weekend was packed with Posts...ha ha ha!

Brandon and Mitzi traveled up to Boise to be able to baptize Samantha with all of us around.

Kenna and Marc blessed their baby girl, Avery.

It was really neat to be able to have both events in one weekend.  Sam and Avery will always have that little connection.

There were a couple things that I learned about Maycee during this extravaganza.

One:  Maycee is loud.  I knew this before last weekend, but it was definitely enhanced with other screaming cousins.  I think that Maycee felt that it was a contest to see who would be the loudest...she won every time.

Two:  I learned that when Maycee says "Mommy" it is NOT referring to me.  I used to think that it was cute when she said mommy, but no longer.  I've decided that "Mommy" means 'I have a need that has to be filled and if I say "Mommy" whoever is closest will give me what I want.'  Ggrrrrr.  Whatever.  I finally drew the line when she called my brother in law, Brandon, Mommy so that he would throw something to her.

Recent cute Maycee "isms"

Isn't she so cute!?

Maycee loves this bear.  Here she was wrestling with it.

...It's stuck...

Maycee has recently started pulling her eyelashes out.  It drives me crazy.  She has beautiful eyelashes!

Toddler Bed

I put up Maycee's toddler bed last week.  Stephen and I decided that we wanted her to get used to having her own bed before baby brother got here so she didn't feel like she was getting kicked out.

We first started putting her down just for naps on the toddler bed.

Almost the instant that I laid her down she would get out of the bed.  I think she liked her new found freedom.  The first day she got out of the bed 4 times before I shut the door to the bedroom.  She can't open doors yet.  I think she knew that I didn't want her to leave the room because rather than yelling for being in a room by herself, she knocked on the door for a while.  She eventually laid on the bed and went to sleep.

On Day 2 of toddler bed nap time, the exact same thing happened.

On Day 3 she got out of bed once and when I put her back, she shut the door herself.  The knocking still ensued.  Halfway through nap time I opened the door and found this: (Yes, she is still in her pajamas during nap time.)



She loves her teddy bear!

Last night was Maycee's first time sleeping in her bed at night.  She never once came out of her room, but she howled off an on for a good hour before she finally fell asleep.  She woke up wailing at midnight.  Stephen went in to check in on her and she was on the floor with all of the blankets on top of her.  He put her back in bed and she slept through the rest of the night.

I have decided that it is probably easier to start the toddler bed earlier because right now she can't open doors and is still "trapped" until naptime is finished.

Hopefully I remember this for the future.

The purpose for which I have not been blogging.

I have never made a quilt before.

I actually said that I was never going to make a quilt.

But I did.

And it was fun!...but very time consuming.

I have a problem.  When I begin a project I go gangbusters on it.  It is all my focus.  My house has not been cleaned for 2 weeks.  I have a cute quilt to show for it.

I made it big enough so that it would also fit on a twin bed.  I am so happy with how it turned out!  I finished it last night at 10:30 pm.

Isn't it so cute!?