Wednesday, August 11, 2010

T-Minus 2 Weeks

We are at 33 weeks and 3 days to be exact. 

We had another doctors appointment today.  Donkey, who for the longest time was breech, has now flipped and is vertex.  This is a good thing.  While it is possible to deliver the second baby in a breech position as long as baby A comes out vertex, it is by no means ideal.  The fact they are both vertex has reduced a great deal of stress from our lives.  As Jayna says, “She was a bit concerned about the ‘logistics’ of a breech delivery.”  Let’s just hope the epidural works this time.  Now we are just hoping that he stays head down for the remainder of the pregnancy. 

The doctor did a quick ultrasound today and everything looked good.  We are going to the hospital for a formal ultrasound between now and our next visit.  We are now seeing the doctor weekly and literally counting the days until these little peace disruptors arrive.  Every time we go in for a visit he tells Jayna what a rock star she is.  I told him today that I think she’s probably tired of being a rock star.  Her back is hurting, her feet are swelling and she is just generally uncomfortable.

In other news, Jayna has decided not to return to work after having the babies.  This was a very difficult decision for Jayna, but we both agree that it is the right move for our family at this time.  Lord knows we are going to have enough stress on our hands without her having to worry about keeping up with her job as well.  Apparently everyone around her felt she was somewhat of a lunatic for planning to return in the first place. 

I think that Cinderella is starting to sense that things are about to change.  We are having some behavioral “issues.”  I am not sure if these issues are the fact that her life is about to change or if she is just testing the waters to see how far she can push us as a normal course of her growing up.  Most of the time a stern warning will somewhat get things under control but other times, not so much.  Sunday night was one of those nights.  We have pretty well defined routines around our house.  We have dinner, play for a while, pick up our toys, take a shower, read a book and go to bed.  It’s usually around the pick up our toys phase that things go down hill.  Sunday night was no different.  We fought with hour for several minutes to pick up her toys downstairs and for the most part she finally struggled through it.  Of course I had to threaten to throw them all away if I picked them up.  When we went upstairs to tidy up she basically refused.  As a result I started picking up her stuff.  She was not happy about this as she was concerned that I was going to throw her toys away.  I was holding a baby crib with some stuff in it and she jerked it out of my hands, dumped it on the floor and spurted some sassy reprimand in my direction.  Have you ever seen that Bill Cosby bit where his wife says, “I…have had…ENOUGH!!!!”.  That’s kind of where I was at that moment.  A swat on the bottom rendered my overly dramatic daughter harmless in a screaming ball of goo on the floor.  I picked up all of the toys laying around, angrily I might add, and put them in the baby crib.  When I didn’t think her temper tantrum could get any more dramatic, it did.  I started down the stairs with the crib you would have thought I chopped off her leg.  I “explained” to her that I wasn’t going to throw her toys away but she sure as heck wasn’t going to get them back until she could prove she was a big girl.  The rest of the evening was a blubbering sniffling mess but we eventually made it to bed and that was that.

Now, let me say this.  I HATE disciplining my daughter.  She wears her feelings on her sleeve and it takes little more than a cross look for the lip to come out and the water works to begin.  I know everyone always jokes about how little girls have their daddy’s wrapped around their finger, but people joke about it because it’s true.  I’m always afraid one day she will just be done with me.  It might be an irrational fear, but it is what it is.  The logical me knows that I’m not here to be her friend, but I want to be.  It’s a constant struggle.  I frequently wonder if it will be the same way with boys.  Guess I will know very soon.

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