I took this picture when I was at 35 weeks and now all of a sudden we’re at the 37 week mark. Where did the last two weeks go?
Here I was at 36 weeks with the boys.
It’s really strange being pregnant with a “singleton” and looking back at my first pregnancy. With Graham and Miles I gained about seventy pounds, was sleeping on the couch in a sitting position for the last month or so and was always swollen by the end of the day. I delivered at 38 weeks and by 36 weeks I was on maternity leave and spending the majority of my days napping and eating to keep at my goal of 150 grams of daily protein.
This time around I’m at 37 weeks, working as a stay at home mom with a lot of help from family but for the most part I’m much more active. I’m lucky to get one nap a day which happens only when I have someone taking care of the boys or if both boys are sleeping for their nap time. I’m around the thirty pound mark for weight gain and will see that number bump up a bit over the next couple of weeks but not anything near where I was the first time around. I am starting to watch my evening snacking and opting for things a bit healthier than donuts and ice cream. I’m still sleeping in bed at night but last night was the first I woke up during the night because my bottom leg (side sleeping) had fallen asleep from the weight of my body and I struggled a bit to sit up to go to the bathroom.
I feel so much more prepared at this point compared to last time and yet at the same time I don’t feel ready at all. The furniture is all in place, we have a car seat, we’re narrowing down our name choices and we have a plan for help from family when she arrives. But I haven’t had much time to get my mind set prepared – my days are filled with preparing food and breaking up fights between Graham and Miles and at night I veg in front of the tv before going to bed to pass out. Last time around I was going through all the books and audio books on pregnancy and the first year of newborns that I could read. And yet this time around I’m just putting faith in the ability to trust my body to know what to do and the fact that having one newborn has GOT to be easier than having two to take care of. Ask me about this in two months and I can give you the honest truth.
It’s impossible to write about my pregnancy without including Graham and Miles in the picture. I work hard to give them plenty of time with friends and family who can play with them better than I can. I just don’t have the physical stamina to keep up with them. If I get down on the floor to play with them I’m certainly not crawling around and chasing after them. There’s no more running and jumping into my arms and they often get the bad side of “cranky mommy” when I really need them to take a nap so that I CAN get a nap. They’re fighting more often which is probably a combination of many things but I feel bad that I can’t keep up with our naughty step and behavior expectations. If they hit brother and get away with it (because I’m not on them telling them “no” or to get down to their level to talk) then they’ll do it again. Plus there’s the fact that they’re three years old, boys and probably going through a growth spurt where they need more physical play than they’re getting.
But, we’re doing okay and I just keep telling myself that they won’t be permanently scarred by these few months.
Graham is really getting into learning how to write letters and numbers. But often he doesn’t want to have help. He’ll get frustrated when he can’t draw a perfect square and doesn’t want to stop activities to eat or go for nap or bed. I bought a couple wipe off books that he can practice writing in, which show the letters and how to write them. He’ll sit happily with that book for half an hour practicing. It’s so wild to see him really want to learn to write. I don’t know what’s “normal” for this stage of development but he definitely seems to be ahead of the curve.
Graham draws the number 5 on Nana and Papa’s driveway.
Graham is a picky eater just like I was (and honestly still am) so I try not to push him on food issues too much and instead just get him to fill up on anything healthy that I can. He’d happily eat only applesauce, milk and yogurt for dinner. But when he IS hungry. Look out! He’ll eat an entire slice of meat loaf or a handful of meatballs along with other sides if he’s in the mood. He’s also fully potty trained which really surprised me. I really wouldn’t have guessed Graham would be the one to take to the process more quickly and to prefer to be in underwear over pull-ups. We still do pull-up diapers at nap and bedtime since I don’t want to bother with the sometimes yes and sometimes no peeing during his sleep, but that’s just fine with me. Only having one poopy diaper (for now) to take care of each day is wonderful.
Miles continues to be VERY into trucks, cars, trains, construction vehicles and pretty much anything you’d see on an episode of mighty machines. He wants to know how things work and wants to ask you all the “why” questions he can come up with before he’s satisfied with the answers. Then he’ll typically repeat back how something works to someone else in the house. Like the times Joel has explained the inner workings of the toilet or how electricity gets into our house. Miles was quick to repeat it all back to me. Miles likes to pick out his own clothes and continues to want to wear his favorite (long sleeved) fire truck shirt. He asks for it every day. Even when it’s going to be 80 degrees, he’ll wear it. Some day we’ll have to retire it, when he can no longer cram it over his head. Perhaps I’ll save it for a shadow box display or for a quilt someday. In general Miles is more attached to things. He needs his soft brown blanket and one blue lovey and one brown lovey to be able to go to sleep (and his books, monkey pillow and blue puppy). And always runs in a panic to the door to get one more set of hugs and kisses from Daddy before he heads off to work.
Miles is a picky eater as well but has much more persistence to try new foods and get to have dessert. Dessert is absolutely no motivation for Graham to eat more of his dinner. But Mr. Miles, even when I tell him he can be excused and that it’s time to clear the table, will want to sit and finish his bites so he can have dessert. It’s interesting to see the combination of personalities swirled together and coming out of Miles.
Miles continues with pull-ups even though he knows how to use the potty and will do so when I tell him to. He can wash his hands all by himself and will do it unprompted if he thinks his hands are too sticky. But giving up those pull-ups will be a battle. He says he’s not ready, that he prefers his pull-ups. I’m trying to let him go in his own time but still want to give him the nudge he needs to be confident and make the transition. For the last two days we’ve done one hour of underwear time where he works on using the potty and keeping dry and he’s done both days just fine with the exception of saying every ten minutes that he’s done with underwear and wants his pull-ups back on. We’ll see how things go when they start preschool in September. Maybe being around other kids and seeing older kids will give him some peer pressure motivation to make the leap.
Both boys are using their twin beds like champs and will stay in bed all night, with the exception of a few nights of night mares or sleeping anomalies. We’ve developed a routine where Joel puts the boys to bed and then I come in to check on them at ten minutes, then twenty minutes then half an hour (with any luck they’re asleep by the twenty minute check) to sing them a lullaby and tuck them in again. Miles EVERY single time will want to sit up and give baby sister a hug and kiss. Which is pretty much the most adorable thing ever and always works to get an extra round of lullaby singing out of me.
My little tots all tuckered out.
Graham is usually asleep on his stomach.
Miles is typically a back sleeper.
Their twin beds just barely fit in their room, when they get older we’ll flip the beds over and make lofted beds out of them which will give them more space to play.
The other week I took the boys down to visit Daddy at work and they got to sit at Daddy’s desk and draw him some pictures.
Graham just wanted to play with the chess set the whole time we were there, sorting the pieces and counting them out.
It will be amazing to see these two little guys with their baby sister. To see how they adjust to becoming older brothers and having a third kid in the house to take up the attention of mommy and daddy. And I’m anxious to see how little miss’s birth will play out, how recovery goes and how long it takes me to get in the swing of being a mommy to THREE kids.