I'm done.

That's what I told Dr. Gildner yesterday at my appointment.
Yep, seriously. I'm done. Like now. Get this child out of me.
My back hurts, I hate bending over, I'm the biggest I have ever been...by 9 pounds, Comfort wise I feel like I did at 36+ weeks with the other 2 kiddos, and I'm dizzy and light headed often (Not to be concerned, I have low blood pressure and low iron)
He was not having it. In fact he told me that if I went into labor anytime in the next 2 weeks they would try to stop it.
I knew this. I'm only 32 weeks, but come on!
Just to make me feel better, he did tell me that if I went into labor anytime after 34 weeks he would let me go.
He also told me that he will start checking my cervix at my 36 week appointment, and to mentally prepare myself for that.
Mentally prepare myself? This has never bothered me. I love to be checked. Okay, love might not quite be the word I'm looking for, but check away Dr. G. Let's get this thing rolling.
Come on Diego!

Go Fly a Kite...

Yesterday Andy took Abbie & Will to buy kites. Later in the afternoon we headed to the park.

Will could have cared less about flying the kite. He spent almost all his time playing on the playground equipment and going down the slide.

Abbie had gotten a 2 pack of kites. Andy pulled out the Cinderella kite, but we couldn't find the Snow White kite. Until we realized it was seriously like 2 inches, see the above pic. Andy and I laughed quite a bit, and Andy said aloud "We got screwed."

Fast forward to later that evening.

Abbie was telling Nona about flying her kites. I asked her to tell Nona who was on her kite. She simply said, "Cinderella. And Snow White....she got screwed." Oops! Seriously, I'm still laughing about it.

Hand Update

We have had 2 more visits to the pediatrician regarding his hand.
She believes it was a second degree burn on the ring finger.
We were prescribed a burn medication. He screamed and cried when she touched it. Since that visit, he has proceeded to cry and whine when we clean it. Sad for him, but good news for us and the likelihood of nerve damage. She thinks perhaps the nerves were just out of whack for a while.
On our Friday visit, we were able to leave the pinkie finger unwrapped.
I also got the clearance to just keep the ring finger medicated and bandaged instead of the big hand wrap.
We go back in 2 weeks, but she thinks it is going to heal well. I appreciate every one's concern!

Birthday Boy!

Friday, March 13th was Will's Birthday! My baby boy is 2 now...and it seems like just yesterday we were bringing him home.

We had a family party for him on Saturday. He has developed a love for Scooby Doo, so that was his "theme." For some reason we have zero pictures of his Scooby Doo birthday table. He had Scooby Doo plates, napkins, balloons, etc. I made cupcakes with my own version of Scooby Doo cupcake picks, and I also made dog and dog bone sugar cookies. Will sang Happy Birthday with us, and asked us to do it again. So twice we sang and blew out candles, once for each year I suppose!

Will could have cared less about opening gifts. He took his time pulling out and crumpling each piece of tissue paper. Andy's cousin, Jeb, gave him a couple of dollars. He was obsessed with playing with the money. His last present was waiting for him outside...A brand new Harley! An obvious upgrade from his recent ride. Previously he had been riding Abbie's old motorcycle, a pink Indian as you see in the above picture. He was really excited, and I'm pretty sure his Papaw was just as excited! He calls it his C-Cycle, and if it's warm outside you can bet he is riding! The first few nights we even had to cover it up in the garage. Apparently Papaw has a cover for his Harley. Nono & Nona bought him a helmet. He loves to wear it. Sometimes he just wears it around the house. I guess he's good to go if the helmet law passes in Illinois!
Happy Birthday Booter Man!

I love so much about you....

Your soft, chubby cheeks, The way you say your name...Wheel, Your squishy little hands, How you play princesses with Abbie and call yourself Prince Charmin', Your naked little body, The way you say Lub you Mommy, How you play Ocean in the space between the couch and ottoman, Your furry little shoulders, How you usually repeat your sentences twice, The mole on your belly, The way you smile and wrinkle your nose and squint your eyes, The way your rub my back when we lay in bed together, How excited you get when daddy comes home, Your giggles and laughs, Your fat feet, Watching you play with Abbie and how much you adore her, The way your hair feels after being cut, Listening to you sing Scooby Doo or the ABC's, The way you smell after a bath, How you ask me to sing Cuddly Man...my special song just for you, Listening to you count, I could go on forever and ever! I hope you are always a mommy's boy!! Here's to you Little Man!!!

Obama-Rama

Yes, it's no lie, the Manar Family are Obama Fans.

Recently, Will has really caught onto who Obama is. When he sees his picture or sees him speaking on television, he always makes a point to tell us "Obama."

Well, now Will has Obama fever. In the last week he has wrongly identified 2 men as Obama. The first time was on MSNBC, though I can't remember who it actually was. Okay, close, kind of...at least it was politically affiliated.

The second time was on HGTV, as in the Home and Garden channel. Um, yeah, not Obama.

The Truth Comes Out...

Today as we left my parents house, Abbie asked me what we were going to do the for the rest of the day. I told her we were going to go get lunch and then go home. She asked if we could go eat at Red Lobster. I'm not sure why Red Lobster, other than maybe to see the poor tank of lobsters. Anyway, I told her not today, that I was too tired and just didn't feel good.
Her response: Mommy, if you keep getting bigger you aren't going to fit in the car. Then what are you going to do?"
Uh, yeah, thanks! And that's when you know you are officially large. Soon-to-be 4 year olds don't lie, in fact, they are full of the hurtful truth.
And just for the record, the truth didn't send me into a food strike. I stopped and had a cheeseburger, french fries, and a big Pepsi. Then I ate the rest of Abbie & Will's fries. Cheers!

Belly Shot

So, here is a recent belly pic. I seriously feel like my skin is going to rip apart and my stomach is going to explode. Nice, I know! This is by far the biggest I have been in all 3 of my pregnancies.

And, yes, I do still promise to put up birthday pics. I just have to find the time to sift through them. All in good time...

I'm adding this as an afterthought. I just looked at the blog, and maybe the pic doesn't look like I'm THAT big. But seriously, go ahead and click on the picture so that it enlarges. Yep, there you go...that's what I really look like!

A trip to the E.R...

Here's a pic of Will's bandaged hand. This is from his birthday party. More happy birthday related pics later.

Last Sunday we had the joy of going to the Emergency Room.

It was a terrible ending to the very long week we had.

Earlier in the week, Will had a cold. He slept little, and coughed much.

Earlier in the day, Will had a bout of constipation. He pooped little, and cried much. Everyone wanted to hold him and help him which only added fuel to the fire. Oh yeah, and it was nap time. Adding to this day, we had Church, then Andy's Grandma's 80th birthday party (which is where the pooping crisis occurred), and finally we ended at Andy's sister's house for a last birthday gathering. The latter being the scene of injury.

Apparently Will decided to try to get on the treadmill with his older cousin, Josie. Yeah, not a good idea. I heard him cry, went running, and found him holding out his hand. There was definitely skin missing. We quickly loaded up for a trip to the ER. I held my poor baby in the backseat. He only cried for about 5 minutes of the trip and then the little man was fast asleep.

Luckily, we didn't wait long in the ER. After a few X-Rays they determined nothing was broken, which was my main concern. He got cleaned and bandaged up. He really was a trooper. Actually, I think he was so exhausted he couldn't muster up the strength it took to cry.

The damage is on his left hand, ring finger and pinkie finger. The ring finger is the worst.

I followed up with his ped. office last week. Our ped. was out, but they had a look. We are to go back again for a final check. However, in the mean time, Andy was telling his boss about Will. He referred one of his pediatric surgeon friends at Children's Memorial in Chicago to Andy. Andy had a few phone calls with them on Friday. They were incredibly helpful, and asked for pictures of the injury. Andy emailed pics that night. We received a phone call last night. They are concerned there may be nerve damage, and think that it looks like a 3rd degree burn. I am calling our Ped. tomorrow to see about getting an ointment or cream to treat the wound as a burn. Adding to their concern of nerve damage is the fact that Will rarely cries or reacts when we change his bandage. He also has never cried while using his hand bandaged. Motrin or Tylenol have never been necessary for any pain. In fact, you would think that he simply had a scrape by the way he acts with it. The only bit that I think bothers him is when he sees it. At that point he refuses to move his fingers and will quickly ask us to put a new one on. They are also concerned that due to the nature and location of the wound that Will may possibly need a skin graft later on. Yeah, fun! So, as I said I will be following up on all of this. And, yes I'm kicking myself for not being in the room to stop this from happening!

Catching Up & Baby Diego

I know, I know. I have been neglecting our blog. I really haven't had much to report, and without a working camera I haven't had any pictures to share. Bear with me as I play catch up today. Miraculously our camera has started working. A few switches from auto focus to manual focus, and back and forth a few times, and VOILA! We have a functioning camera...for now anyway.
Now on to Baby Diego.
I'm pretty sure I have mentioned before that Abbie wants to name her new brother Diego.
No, we aren't going to use this name. However, for lack of another name to refer to him as, this is the name I'll use.
On the 6th of this month we were able to have a 3D sonogram. They truly are amazing. I have been fortunate enough to have them done on all 3 kiddos. Diego was pretty actively talking, i.e. opening and shutting his mouth. He was also busy sucking, and even stuck his tongue out at us a few times. I guess I don't blame him. Who wants to be put on display naked and scrunched up in the womb! Anyway, all looks well. And, yes, still a boy. He was proud to show that off.
He is growing rapidly and as of right now is on track to be a bit of an above-average baby. Average being 7 lbs. Abbie was 6 lb 13oz. Will was 7 lb 1 oz. I am not looking forward to a big baby. At the checkup, Diego weighed an estimated 3 lb 7 oz. I was technically in my 29th week of pregnancy, but his measurements put me at an estimated 31 weeks. Perhaps this means I'll be done sooner. Abbie was only 2 days early, Will a week early.
My doctor has expressed some concern about me having too much bigger of a baby than what I've had. Something about me having trouble birthing the shoulders with Will. Yeah, I don't know. I wasn't down there obviously, so I'll go with what he says. I anticipate this means we will do more future sonograms as I progress to check on Diego's size.

Here's a 3D pic of Diego. Will loves to look at it on the fridge. Eggo's picture, he says. Cute!
The blurb in front of his face is part of his arm and hand. I'm not sure why I can't make the pic larger.