It has started :)

The little flutters and flips of movement that only I could feel got bigger yesterday. I had a feeling Cashew was going to be more stubborn than Pnut was in utero. At least with Pnut I could feel her move all the time. The moment anyone else would lay hands on my belly she would stop moving (in spite I believe)

With Cashew when I felt movement and placed hands on my own belly nothing would happen. It was quite frustrating. But yesterday, I had movement for over half an hour and about 3 good kicks to my hand. It makes me happy. It soothes my nerves that still sit and wonder with the percentage of issues out there for women who are pregnant if everything is ok in there. You would have thought that during my first pregnancy I would have been this paranoid. Nope, I think becoming a mom has made me more paranoid.

If you know me at all you will realize this behavior shouldn't be surprising. Shh . . .I'm a micromanager! If I can't control a situation it's shocking I don't break out into hives. The reason we get the gender determined in our pregnancies is so that I can be in control. So with Cashew, I'm skeptical of my ultrasound still. I hesitate to refer to Cashew as a "he" yet. 4d ultrasounds are being priced and researched - JUST IN CASE. I would hate to have a baby girl all in blues and greens if there was a cord instead of a --- you know :P

For now, I am just happy to feel movement. I'm also happy that Cashew seems to have a sleep pattern right now that fits with my day wonderfully. I start to feel movement around 7am and it stops around 9pm. Can we say routine?? Let's hope our days and nights don't get mixed up as time passes.

Interesting comparisons

I can remember waking up on Easter morning and getting the traditional basket filled with jelly beans, malted eggs, and a chocolate bunny. David and I were talking and realized we are interesting basket givers for Pnut. My mom has been awesome at giving her grandkids kid-friendly baskets with eggs filled with goldfish, peanuts, m&m's, etc. My MIL gives her candy, maybe a movie, and a few times has given her an outfit.

When my MIL gave Pnut an outfit for the first time I realized that there is a looooonnngg space of time from Christmas to Pnut's birthday and Easter is a great time to fill in a gap. So, we try and give her little toys, clothes, or things that she needs at Easter too in lieu of candy. This year her basket included: a chocolate bunny (we caved for the first time on this, but it is small), fruit roll-ups, a go-fish card game, a new 100 piece puzzle, flower seeds to plant (safe in the place we all live *grin*) an LED glow stick for the desert, and some pencils. According to Pnut this morning the Easter bunny is AWESOME. This was before she saw the note at the bottom of her bucket to go look in the garage. We used some of her leftover birthday money and got her a bigger bike. It still has training wheels, but she is super close to having the confidence to take them off. She states she wants a skateboard, but we have convinced her to learn to master two wheeled bikes first.

Happy Easter for the last time from our family of three!

Safe in the Place We Live

Pnut is on spring break this week and is busy playing with friends while I work. This morning as I was leaving she asked me where I was going and I told her. I also told her that on Friday I would be home with her, just her and me. She then said to me.


Pnut: Mommy can we go get trash so that it's good in the place that we all live?
Me: Do you mean you want to go pick up trash?
Pnut: Yes, because it's good to be safe in the place where we all live, and not dirty. Like in Kai-lan.

My daughter is quick to pick up things as you can see. She has a very kind heart underneath her stubborn independent outside persona. D has taken her since she was 2 to the annual Desert Cleanup in Barstow. She constantly picks trash up outside and will say, "Look I'm making it good in the place we all live."

Now, to see if she really wants to do this, the first idea that popped into my head was going with some bags to pick up trash at the beach. But if the weather is crazy, we may just go to a park, or even just for a walk. You never know what needs cleaning in the place we all live.

The Many Faces of Pnut

Pnut lost another tooth and no longer has the ability to make the "sssss" sound. It is so stinking cute! She is such a multifaceted child. She is dramatic, stubborn, compassionate, encouraging, and so many other things. She can be argumentative one moment and you think you will never allow her to reach her next birthday, then the next minute we are at the minature golf course with 4 adults and 1 child and she is the best cheerleader for everyone. I love that my daughter is so sweet to others one moment, but she is definitely a work in progress.

Starting Anew

I would like to preface by saying I am not just now joining the blogging community. I have a blog, it just was used in a different manner. I wanted something else. Facebook has changed a bit and it is hard to share certain things with others there. On my other blog I wrote about how frustrated I was that we were not getting pregnant when WE wanted to be. Then I ended up being a classic cliche'. We had tried for five months with no success. It was six years after conceiving Pnut, I was getting depressed. I hadn't had birth control chemicals in my body for over two years. Yes I was a little heavier than before, and I was lacking an ovary, but STILL! My turning point was when I looked at our friends' beautiful babies and just sat quietly while others talked and hid tears. I was so tired and hated that I felt so low that others' happiness in their children made me sad, and what made it even worse was that I have a child already! All I did differently after that was stop paying attention to my body. I was convinced that if it happened, it would happen. In those six total months of trying to conceive I felt pregnant three times, and the third time it was true. Ironically, around the time we conceived my best friend became engaged and I thought, oh well, I will wait to get pregnant now and just lose weight for the wedding. Everybody laugh together! I am very happy about our Cashew due at the end of August. There are some things going on with my feelings about Cashew, none that are placing fault, all have to do with my screwed up head. According to pictures Cashew is a boy! He has a name. His daddy named him before we were married. I was one of THOSE girls that asked their boyfriends what they would name their child if it was a boy. It took a while, but D finally spoke a name, and I like it. Had Pnut been a boy (which we thought she was until the ultrasound) if would have been her name. His middle name is up for debate though. It was supposed to be something else, and now we are changing it. D voiced another opinion the other day, and I think I like it too. I haven't told him that yet of course. We are still trying to get used to the whole boy thing right now. Please excuse if you end up reading more than seeing pictures. I'm not that advanced at blogging. I just figure this is easier than posting a note on FB every doctor's appt. And I can share funny stuff that happens to and with the Nuts.