Exciting Explanations

So I've been off blogging for a while. And a big part of it is because of some very exciting news:

We're having a baby!!!

Baby #2 is due April 25--not quite two weeks after Jack's third birthday and a mere 3 days after Ben turns 30. April will be a busy month.

So for those who are counting weeks, that means I'm 12 weeks pregnant already. Into the second trimester (thank goodness!), and past the worst fatigue and nausea, although that was even easier than last time. I know it's probably silly to keep such good news quiet for so long, but I've been struck recently by anecdotal reminders that up to 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage. A friend of mine miscarried at 11 weeks, a neighbor discovered an ectopic pregnancy at 6 weeks, and an old high school friend miscarried at 9 weeks, all three of those happening in the two months since we found out our baby is on the way. In thinking about how hard it must be for those couples to have to repeatedly retract all the happy announcements they had made, we decided only to tell those people we would talk with if I had a miscarriage.

Difficult, though, to blog about other things when the joy of the new baby pervaded every communication I've deemed worthy of blogging. Well, that and the fact that I haven't had much time for blogging as I've done practically nothing for the past two months except eat and sleep. The cleanliness (or rather lack of) of our house is a huge testament to that. Already up 10 pounds and starting to be forced into maternity wear, although a few (very kind or very visually challenged) friends say they can't tell yet. I'm just starting to give up needing to nap every second Jack does.

But after a second OB appointment today, I'm fairly confident saying this pregnancy is going very well and risks for something life-threatening happening to the baby are way, way down. The heartbeat was strong today, and all my bloodwork came back within normal ranges. Amazingly, I'm also fairly certain I've already started feeling the baby move. All the pregnancy books say most women start feeling movement around 16-20 weeks, which makes me sound completely nuts. But a few nights ago the kicks got so intense that I insisted Ben put his hand on my belly. His very skeptical look (if I'm not supposed to be feeling it internally yet, how on earth would he externally?) quickly changed to one of awe. I'm thinking that was corroboration.

Jack seems to have taken my lethargy and moodiness mostly in stride, and for that I credit in large part Richard Trevethick, inventor of the first steam locomotive. Since summer, what began as Jack's strong interest in trains has become a complete obsession for him. We long ago finished reading through every train book in the Brentwood and University City libraries, including those written on 3rd grade+ reading levels, the kind that explain the function of every single part of the train. And yet, every time we go to a library or bookstore or friend's house or even the grocery store (you think I'm kidding), Jack says, "Maydee dey will had a good train book dere. We'll see!" The train set has taken up permanent residence on our living room floor and provides a good 2 hours of entertainment for us almost every day.

He, of course, doesn't quite get all the implications of my pregnancy yet. He's given the baby a few kisses. He understood today that we were going to the doctor to see if the baby was okay. He heard the heartbeat going "ka-bump, ka-bump, ka-bump" and asked, "Is that the baby?" But the bump isn't really there yet, and even when it is, it's still a far jump from that to "We're going to have a new person in our house forever now." Fortunately a good friend of mine, whose son is a few weeks older than Jack is due with her second baby six weeks before me. Yeah, if you're charting that on a calendar, that's new baby for them (2 weeks), Jack's friend's birthday (2 weeks), Jack's birthday (2 weeks), new baby for us. I foresee some slap-dash third birthday parties in our future, accompanied by prayers of, "Please, please, please don't let the baby's first entrance disrupt with his/her big brother's birthday celebration!" I don't envision that being a good start to a smooth sibling relationship.

Also heard over the past few days: this entire sentence from Jack, "Momma, I would like to listen to the Goodbye music on your computer while I am eating my pizza at the table." I think he's mastered the English language.

In another development from this week that normally would warrant its own banner headline post, but is, in light of other news, a mere postscript, Jack may have given up his bah-bah for good! Two nights and two naps without one, and all without tears! And it definitely wasn't Jack's idea to give it up--it was all me and I didn't ask for his input or warn him ahead of time. Kind of out of character with my normal parenting style, but in this particular situation it appears to have worked well for all involved. Yet another reason to take some, leave some of every parenting manual's suggestions. Even those I consider nothing short of child abuse (Gina Ford, Babywise) at least have at base (an incredibly warped view of) the idea that some form of structure/routine is good for the sanity of parent and child.

The reason for my drastic bah-bah zero tolerance policy? A ballooning three-binky-at-a-time habit complete with color preference request lists ("I need a pink bah-bah and a boo bah-bah and a yeddow bah-bah!" He had also started to blur the bed-only boundaries, which caused me to have to say upwards of 50 times a day, "I can't understand you with your bah-bah in your mouth. You need to take it out of your mouth. All the way out. Good. Now can you say that again?" The entire series every time got a little old, and I was really starting to fear for Jack's speech development. Fingers crossed this isn't just a false blip of hope like early potty training success appears to have been...