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The other day at dinner, Evan took two bites of baked potato and three bites of salad. Salad! And he didn't even gag. We haven't been forcing any food on him, but letting him pick what he wants, and he ate those off of my plate because he wanted to. Who is this kid?
Evan wants to go swimming every day. Every day. The first word he says every morning is "swimming", and from there the day becomes a huge struggle. Family swim doesn't start at our Y until 3:30, and try explaining that to Ev. 7 hours of arguing. I'm glad he loves to swim, and it's nice that he's so active, but some days it just drives me batty.
And actually taking him swimming wears me out--it's hard to get him out of the pool and changed to go home. Kind of like wrestling a bear. Once we do get home, I'm useless, and too tired to do another thing that day. That's why my house looks the way it does.
Baby's doing fine. S/he rolls around in my belly all day, and things seem to be going fine. I'm hoping that our sonogram in two weeks reveals everything growing as it should. I haven't been able to concentrate on this pregnancy like I did on Evan's, and I feel badly about that. Almost like if I don't think hard enough about this baby, something will go wrong. So irrational, but I'll tell you right now that it takes a lot of work to grow a kid, and I would hate for him/her to be missing fingernails or something because I wasn't paying attention.
Though the baby is well, I'm not as well. Anyone who was with me through the last pregnancy may remember my battle with upper abdominal pain beginning around my 27th week. Doctors thought I had a gigantic uterus, gallstones, and who knows what else, but we found out after Ev was born that my real problem was GERD. Fantastic. I was on Nexium for a while, and went off that about two years ago when we began trying to concieve again. Since then, I've been able to control things with diet and I've had no problems. Until this week, when it came back to visit.
Luckily, the pain wasn't as bad as it has been, and I was able to get things under control myself. But it would appear that my growing belly is placing a lot more pressure on my esophagus now, and I'll be dealing with symptoms and pain for the remainder of my pregnancy. I'm hoping that I'll be able to keep things happy with lots of water and Tums, sleeping with my head up in the air, but who knows? I'm just annoyed that it started up so early this time around--I was thinking I wouldn't have to deal with this for another two months or so. Just one more reminder of how much fun it is to be pregnant, at least at my house.
