My name is Courtney, and I'm a sleep stalker.
Don't worry, I limit my creeping to only those who sleep in my house.
Maybe that's why we don't get a lot of company?
I hover, I kiss, I cuddle, I cover, and I take the occasional sweet picture like the one above.
Truth is the sweetest my girl has been lately, has after all, been in her sleep.
Testing limits [and vocal abilities] are something Miss Adeline has been annoyingly interested in lately.
It's difficult to find the right balance of dealing with temper-tantrums and screaming in a productive, lesson- yielding, and loving manner.
I thought all of those Child Phsycology classes I took in college taught me all I needed to know in parenting discipline. Well, that and Nanny 911.
Uh, I was wrong.
I think every kid is different. What works for you, might not work for me. They're all different, and sometimes it feels like mine is taking my neatly self-compiled mental parenting rule book and pouring her milk all over it [because, well it apparently isn't that difficult to open the dang cup].
So yea, it's been wild around here lately.
Sometimes it's painful [no really, the kid kicks like a ninja], sometimes is comical [bet you didn't think it through that if you throw that toy against the wall, it could very well come back and knock ya in the head!??], and sometimes its rewarding ["Saucy" Mommy, Love Love].
Here I am [gigantic, I know.] at just a couple days shy of 36 weeks.
and in the midst of dealing with our daughter's approaching "terrible two" tantrums, we are on the verge of bringing in a new little babe to the mix.
I'm praying that Gideon is born healthy, while his Daddy is home, and sooner rather than later.
Last night I was having some really painful contractions.
They were a few minutes a part and painful from the top of my stomach to the bottom and all around my lower back. They weren't consistent, and although I was in a lot of pain for hours yesterday evening and much into the night, I tried to sleep it off and ended up getting the best sleep I've gotten in weeks. Then I woke up with just my regular ole Braxton Hicks.
Part of me was selfishly hoping to go into labor, but since he should probably bake for at least 2 more weeks, I'm okay with false labor. Hey that means it's getting close right?
I feel like a first timer though because I didn't feel a single contraction with my first pregnancy until an hour after they gave me Pitocin at 40 weeks. I've been a crazy Googler here in the past few days [How long can false labor last, lung development at 36 weeks, and a lot of other searches that may or may not gross you out], and I'm surely not shy to ring a nurse or my doctor for back up advice [which I know should really be primary advice over back up advice, but do you really think the poor on-call nurse would appreciate me ringing her 911 line at 1:20am? No, I don't think so.]
I do have an appointment in the morning though, and I think he'll probably check to see if I'm dialated any. I stayed at 1cm for an entire month and then 4 hours into labor with Adeline, so I'm at least hoping for 1cm, although with the contractions I've been having and how low I feel him, I bet I'm more.
At least I'm hoping for more. I want a 2. Is that weird?
I'm just ready.
Do you have any idea what I'll be able to do again?
Oh yea. Ready, ready, ready.