"Orange" you glad?

Week 15: Naval Orange

Continuing the march towards normal proportions, baby's legs now outmeasure the arms. Yay! No monkey walking! And, finally, all four limbs have functional joints. Ultra sound says our little bean pole has had functioning joints for some time now. The fetus is squirming and wiggling like crazy down in the womb, though you probably still can't feel the movements. O, o no...I'm feeling it. I've been feeling it. "He" ( no we still don't know...won't until maybe next week...and again that depends on if we have a modest little bee that's going to cross his legs , or if this lil' one is going to be much like his dad and be an exhibitionist) has been doing a mexican hat dance, not only on his oxygen and food source...but also my bladder for a few weeks now. But as I stated last week, I think the bump is a little behind my times :) By baby number three, and all this sitting around I've been doing, I'm well aware of what a gas bubble feels like, and what a wormy little one feels like...though they are similar...they are also o so different. Nothing new to report. Still on bed rest. I've been doing a little more in terms of work this week. And truth be told I've probably been up a little longer, and a little more than I should have been...but don't you worry for a moment...I've paid for it, which has been a painful reminder to sit my butt back down and stay put! As long as I'm not contracting or bleeding, I'm not in big trouble...I'm just going to feel like poo for a little bit! Regardless of what position I'm in this has been more the case lately anyway, so in celebration of the aches and pains that come along with child rearing, I purchased my first "pregnancy relief items"...a snoogle ( LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my snoogle...even Adam is jealous)

and some Palmers Belly Butter...because dang it, I've made it through two and have still been able to wear a bikini afterward. I was stretch mark free pre and post partum and had no qualms about bearing my belly post baby (after some dedicated focused nutrition, and some serious cardio, might I add, and yes, that will be the case this time around as well) Since I seem to be blowing up like a balloon in a hurry with apparent mammoth child, I'm doing everything I can to keep that tradition going. ( I know this has little to do with it, and supposedly it's all about genetics...but whatever. My mom's belly looks like a road map from carrying my big ol' baby butt around for 9 months...(sorry mom...not only for doing that to you...but for bringing it up) and as I said I had not a stretch mark one from Nolan and Evyn...so I'll have to thank my father for my elastic collagen rich skin, I guess.) With that said there's only so far you can stretch anything and expect it to return to it's normal state....even spandex has it's limits....so I'm keeping the food down to a dull roar these days...especially with all the lounging I'm doing. I've convinced myself generously buttering up my belly with Palmer's thick creamy potion in a jar is helping as well. The stuff is so thick, it doesn't even come in a tube, or bottle. Maybe that's the whole idea? A little thicker and it'd be nothing short of spackle. Cheaper than a tummy tuck! O well, at any rate, even if I end up with some war wounds, I'll have a belly soft enough to rival my newborn's bottom! :)

The war on diapers has begun. Adam says disposable. Even after hearing from Freddy, and Cupcake (USMC buddies) how much they're shelling out for Luvs these days, he's still stuck on the idea. Since I always have to play devils advocate with him, even though we both know one of us is going to slide over to the others side of the teeter totter, I say a combination of cloth and disposables. In my opinion, he's just worried about dealing with the yuck factor...which I think we all know is pretty much a given and inescapable. If it's a boy...o boy...do I tell him or just let him get pee'd on? (he he) O and that's not all! I'm still remembering my first experience with Nolan doing this to me...it was something like 3 AM and he woke up screaming his little heart out, I was pretty groggy, and of course he needed his pants changed before I started feeding him. So off came the diaper, and the little booger turned on the Bellagio Fountains. I caught him though, and opened up the diaper and covered him until he was done. Now I had a changing pad cover, and a sleeper to change along with the diaper. First things first though, so I wipe him off, and I lift his butt to put the diaper under him, and I hear the dreaded "ughn" grunt come from him and the next thing I know, breast fed baby poo is squirting across the room. O my god. I think he was even grossed out. So I now had a diaper, a changing pad cover, a sleeper, and my own clothes to change. As well as a wall to wipe clean and sterilize, and several stuffed animals sitting in a chair, and the chair upholstery to clean off. "Dear god, what have I gotten myself into", I was thinking. Needless to say I quit changing diapers head on. I'm going to keep that story to myself. It's just not the same, ya know....parenting...until you experience the shooting poo for yourself. Beloved husband...beware :)

SQUIRREL!

Back to the diapering. There's even these more cool updated for busy "I have a career outside the home and don't have time to mess with washing poopy diapers all day" mommy diapers that are one size fits all, so they grow with the lil' boogers, AND they're waterproof, so you don't have to deal with the whole gross sounding, smelling, looking rubber pants issue! I am so SOLD!

Yeah, the initial investment seems a little steep...especially since we're going to need more than 5 or 6....but has anyone priced out disposables lately? We will catch up (and vastly exceed) in no time buying those things! So I'm working on explaining the whole concept of cloth at home, disposable for when we're out and about to him. Saves a ton of cash, better for baby's tender little bottom (which saves a trip to the Dr. for nasty diaper rashes that don't want to clear up, and tubs of Boudreaux's butt paste...ahhh...more cash saved) and I won't even start on Nevada's environmental issues. Or any states environmental issues for that matter, and how disposable diapers only contribute heavily to that. I'm not a granola eating, non-under arm shaving, hug a tree, love my mother earth type...but I also am not real interested in increasing our carbon footprint because we're producing Iowa Football's next quarterback. We already produce a ridiculous amount of garbage for one family, if we add even one more bag, I think our garbage men will go on strike! (I think my hubby forgot, he's married to a woman in sales...I've got an ROI for everything!)