Practice children

My house is empty now, except for me and the animals.I am currently deciding if I’m going to have pasta as a late breakfast and cake for lunch, or vice versa. I have a bunch of laundry to do and need to put all the furniture back where it belongs but right now I have the whole couch and tv to myself, with no need to put on real pants for at least a couple hours, so why ruin it? The pain from my back has moved up to the right side of my neck, but it’s tolerable. I have a doctor’s appointment Friday, and I’ll ask if there is any way to prevent crippling myself in my sleep. I’m guessing the answer is “No” or “Don’t you know you’re pregnant?” or “Be glad this is your only major complaint”.

Yesterday was exactly 12 weeks, so I am officially in my second trimester. One third of the way to an actual baby. For the past three days, I’ve had a four year old and a baby in the house, and wow was that eye opening. The baby was great, he just wandered and slept and made funny faces. That I can handle. E and Dad spent a couple hours pulling all the nails and staples out of our hardwood floors (the re-finisher guy comes Monday) before they got here – Thank God. Every time one of the boys fell down I was lunging for the phone to call 911 and get their tetanus shots updated, until I remembered our floors weren’t riddled with sharp objects. Every time I heard a little voice yell “Watch this!” I flinched, and wondered what would fall on him first, the TV, the bookcase or the piano? He was also allergic to the dog, but try convincing a 4 year old that a big friendly mutt is off limits. The poor dog tried his best but when a child runs through the house yelling “chase me, chase me!” his will is only so strong. After the first night of hives and swelling they both managed to keep their distance (mostly). I hope my complete lack of allergies is genetic, because three days is one thing but 18 years without pets is another.

I think in a couple weeks when I’m “more” pregnant, and definitely once I know what I’m having, I can better prepare for a real human child. For now I’ll just enjoy eating the month’s worth of pasta leftovers in my fridge and maybe take a little nap to get my energy up. Tomorrow I pick up my friend from the airport and Friday is dress shopping day. Actual words aren’t going to be enough for this week, so expect lots of pictures soon.


2 Responses to “Practice children”

  1. Katie Gibson-Stofflet says:

    Can’t wait to see more pictures. Hope you had a great visit with your mom and dad. WHOOO HOOO 1/3 of the way there.
    Love aunt Katie

  2. AGreenEyeDevil says:

    My practice child is a shiz-a-poo. I am failing miserably as my practice child is happily spoiled BEYOND rotten and is barely tolerable. She is a very picky eater, expects a new toy every day, is a complete bed hog, and pitches a fit over taking a bath. I don’t foresee moving beyond the practice child in the next decade.

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