This baby has been crazy active for the last 12 hours. He’s going to be a ridiculous little monkey when he’s out of there, haha.
Man, I didn’t really put together that I’m coming up to my third trimester of this whole baby thing next week. That is both awesome and terrifying.
I guess we should probably start putting the baby’s furniture together this weekend. It’s been sat in pieces on the floor of his room for almost a month now, haha.
I have finally gleaned that (one of) next door neighbors’ issues with their tantrum-y 3-year-old is that he won’t use the potty.
And clearly, they’re ready for him to use the potty.
If this is what most of the sob-fests have been about, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that maybe he’s not actually ready, and it would save everyone a lot of heartache to just let the kid stay in nappies for a little while longer.
So my mom’s up in Utica taking care of my Nana after a minor surgery. She gave herself a hernia, probably lifting something too heavy while doing housework. My Nana is 92 and lives alone (but literally surrounded by family. You can see my aunt’s house from her front window, haha).
I have recently sprained my back, also because I was lifting heavy things (read: children) at work because I have been too stubborn to admit that being pregnant is taking its toll on my body.
Like I told my mom the other day, at least now I know where I get my stubborn streak from?