I started nesting too early. I still have seven weeks until I deliver and I’m completely ready for baby number three to arrive. I know I should feel reposed about this; however, I don’t know what else to do to satisfy my incessant desire to nest. I’ve cleaned out and organized everyone’s closets. I’ve ordered, washed, and folded new sheets, blankets, onesies, caps, and booties; bottles and breast pump accessories are washed and ready. Have I mentioned that it’s been raining like crazy here? I don’t mind because that’s what has allowed me to get so much accomplished over the past few weeks, but my kids are extremely antsy. They started swim lessons and like a lot of kids, they don’t like them. Jack keeps asking why I don’t have to get in the pool with him. I tell him the new baby in my belly can’t go under water yet. He also continues to ask why the new baby pushed my belly button out. He’s an observant one.
I go back and forth whether this baby is a boy or a girl. I want Charlie to have a sister, but I also want Jack to have a brother. I would also like to only have to take one child out when we split up for “boys only/girls only” days. Sometimes I wonder how I will get three kids under three years old in and out of the car, through parking lots, in strollers, and in and out stores for errands. I guess I’m not the only person to do this, so I’ll figure it out as I go.
Seven weeks is far enough away that it still seems like forever, but I’m also far enough along that every night I’m very uncomfortable while trying to fall asleep. As you can see, I have no real news to report on recently so here’s a little update on the kids:
Jack is potty trained! Through the night and all. I thought this day would never come. I tried everything. I’ve never met a two-year-old unmotivated by M&M’s. I finally just stripped him down in our backyard on a nice day and put the potty out there – he figured it out.
Charlie talks constantly. Her favorite word? “Two!” As in, “Gimme two of everything.” Anything I hand her, a toy, juice box, snack, junk mail, chapstick, she requests, “two.” I remember Jack going through this stage; toddlers like to hold something in each hand. It’s kind of cute at first, but I can’t keep up with it.
This card made me laugh out loud in a store the other day. I guess I should have cherished my days more as a stay-at-home-daughter.