Well, Logan, apple juice does not work.
A diary of a mom written to her unborn baby boy about how life is when another surprise baby makes two.
Well, Logan, apple juice does not work.
Oh, Little Logan, so much has happened in the last few days, but Mommy has been too busy to say much here to you, but do know that I think about you all the time--while waiting in lines and you thump me from the inside out, to when I am trying to sleep and you decide to do a few summersaults before setting down to sleep yourself, and while I am working and you string out a fifteen minute string of belly-shaking hiccups...
Little Logan, when Mommy found out she was pregnant with your sister Molly, I bought a family of painted elephants from a cosignment shop that have been sitting on the stove in each apartment Mommy and Daddy have ever lived in (and it's been a lot!). Back then, Mommy and Daddy only wanted one baby and so a family of three elephants made sense--but now that you are on the way, I am searching for another little elephant to add my elephant family so that it is complete.
Little Logan, yesterday Molly got her first pet, Apple, the Fish. I almost wanted to get her a bird, but after seeing how excited she was to see all the fish at the pet store (click here to see the trip at Flickr), I decided to get you a gold fish instead. There is a goldfish on TV that Molly likes, and who I'm sure you will like, too. Here name is "Dorothy," and she is Elmo's friend. When we got back home and after I set up Molly's new fish tank, I asked her, "Molly, do you want to name your new fish 'Dorothy,' like Elmo's fish on Sesame Street?"
Logan, last night Molly said "Hi! Logan!" to you, and I do hope you heard her. I think you did because you were wiggling all over the place! I think Molly is really beginning to understand what "a baby in Mommy's tummy means" because she likes to talk, hug and kiss on Mommy's tummy. I have been reading her a lot of books about babies and being a sister and things like that.
Yesterday Mommy started potty-training your big sister. She didn't like it too well. Mommy's goal is to have Molly out of diapers by the time you come so that we will only have your diapers to change, which will save Mommy and Daddy a few dollars a week.
As I type this, Logan, you are hiccupping and thumping with each hic' in my belly. I am waiting to see if you give one final "I GIVE UP" thrash when you are done just like Molly used to do when she was in Mommy's belly.
Pregnant women often report that their unborn babies get the hiccups. This may well be true. Many babies have the hiccups while in the womb. It feels like small rhythmic jerky movement in the tummy. This spasm of hiccups is usually short lived; however, trying a glass of juice like apple juice may help stop them faster. (From Robyn's Nest)
I'm now debating whether or not to try apple juice or to just let you hiccup yourself out.
Logan, today Mommy is 27 weeks pregnant with your in her belly--that means I am 6 months and three weeks into this, and when I say "this" I mean this whole growing belly thing. The look on my face in this picture is priceless because it is Mommy's "what-the-heck-is-happening-to-me??" face. (I almost didn't post it because I look so out of it!) Today my belly feels tight and so stretched that I might bust open. But I am thanking Zeus that my ugly polka-dotted PJs from Victoria Secret are forgivingly stretchy! At this point, Mommy is forever calling Daddy for help because I get stuck on the floor everytime I try to squat down to pick up a book or magazine from the floor. I'm certain the neighbors upstairs are getting tired of me yelling, "CHRISTOPHER! HELP ME! I'm STUCK!" But oh well, because as you will soon learn, the neighbors upstairs are very noisey, and I tell Daddy all the time that after you are here, everytime you wake up crying I am going to hold you up to the ceiling as revenge for all the times they made so much noise. Either way, if I decide to that or not, I most certainly cannot wait for you to "pop" out of Mommy's tummy because it is getting very hard carrying you around in my belly!
Logan, now that Mommy is finally done with her homework and it's way past my 9:45 bedtime, I do hope you let me sleep! If you don't, I'm going to do what I did to Molly today after nap--crawl under her sheets while SHE was sleeping and wiggle around to wake her up! (She didn't seem to mind though, to be honest.)
Little Logan, tomorrow I will be 27 weeks pregnant with you in my tummy, and things are starting to get hard on Mommy. I have been up since 3 o'clock a.m. because I couldn't find a comfortable spot in the bed. Mommy likes to sleep on her tummy, and as you grew, and as my belly grew with you, I slowly had to start sleeping on my side, which isn't that comfortable, but I got used to it because I could turn just a bit on to my tummy. BUT last night I couldn't get on my tummy AT ALL, and had to sleep on my side, and on my back, which kept me up! And then around 3:30, you started to FLIP and FLOP and FLOP and FLIP! I guess you couldn't sleep either, or maybe I was keeping you up with my TOSSING and my TURNING! Either way, I've been up since then, and boy-o-boy, am I sleepy. I might have to take a nap once your sister takes hers!
Little Logan, your Daddy is putting together a special collection of comic books for you and your big sister--girlie ones for Molly, and boyish ones for you (but you can read any of them you like when you are old enough). Daddy got his first comic book when he was 10, and he has been making his own comic books since he was 11! Some of them are more for grown-ups, but the ones that you will get to read about the adventures Daddy and his friends had in elementary school are really funny! And so Daddy wants to pass on the hobby to you and your sister. It will be a long while before you get to look at the comics Daddy picked out, but Molly got a few comics the other day, and she LOVES them!
Little Logan, today Mommy is 26 weeks pregnant! I am getting so BIG because you are getting so BIG! Tonight was also special because Daddy made Mommy take a break by taking her out to eat at the Chinese restaurant down the street. We ate sweet & sour chicken, seseame chicken, rice, veggies, egg rolls, and soup.... and then we had almond cookies and fortune cookies. Daddy got a good forture, too. It said that something he has always wanted will come true. I wonder what it is, but I know that a lot of good things have been coming our way lately. Like you!
Little Guy Logan, this is where Molly and Mommy have been for the past few days--me at one end of the sofa and Molly at the other.
Mommy is very tired and weak as she types this. Yesterday the doctor sent Mommy to the hospital because she has the flu, and your heart was beating too fast. They gave Mommy 3L of fluid through an IV, and then got my fever down from 104 to 101. Thankfully, you are okay, and Mommy is okay. I just need to rest the next few days which is so hard because I have a hard time resting. Daddy and Molly are sick, too, but we all should be OK. I am just thankful that Mommy was smart enough to go to the Doctor even when she didn't want to. I promise you that I will drink lots more water and get more rest!
Little Guy, Logan, here is Mommy's belly with you inside for 6 months and 4 days. Look how round you are making my belly! You are all curled up now, and everytime you stretch, my belly shifts and wiggles around. It feels really weird. You are also starting to get the hiccups--which feels even more weird! I would have more to say, but today I am feeling really sick with a sore throat and a cough, but Daddy is taking me to the Doctor's later to get some medicine so I can feel better fast!
Mommy was feeling rather blue the last few days. Sometimes Mommy gets what is called "depression," which means she feels really sad for a while without a real reason for feeling it. And when Mommy feels this way, she really doesn't like to talk about what she's feeling inside, but yesterday the blues and sadness lifted a bit, and Mommy and Daddy went on a date--something we haven't done in a long time. Dates are when two people spend time together just the two of them doing something special.
It's snowing today, Little Logan--so much for spring! Later I am going to take your sister out to play! She loves the snow, and I am sure you will, too. It's hard to explain snow to someone you know who hasn't seen anything at all except the inside of Mommy's tummy. But snow is white, and cold, and makes your nose and cheeks all pink and rosy and sometimes rashy, and Mommy has to smear Chapstick all over them. And you can stick snow together to make silly-looking snowmen like the one Daddy and Molly made together. Molly likes to do flips in the snow, too, but I think she likes to throw it around in the air the most.
Logan, I know you can't see what's outside your little hollow yet, but a lady named Katie whose work I saw on the Internet, made you a darling pair of little felt shoes. They are red and blue and green and there is a "L" on the left foot for your first name, and a "R" on the right foot for your last name. The bottoms are soft and quilty inside, and on the soles of the shoes I am going to sew on the date and the time you are welcomed into this wide world so that we can look at them when you are older and bigger and remember how little you were the day you were born, and how big you have gotten.
Here is a picture of Mommy when I had Molly inside me--I am about as far along as I am with you now here in the photo. Behind Mommy is the city of Toronto in Canada. That's where Mommy and Daddy went on our honeymoon after we got married. I was really really tired, and so was Daddy because at this time Daddy's heart was broken--it wasn't broken because he was sad, but because when Daddy was born one of the valves in his heart didn't work right and as Daddy got older and older it got more and more broken and it made him tired a lot. We were probably a silly pair in Toronto--Mommy so tired and Daddy so tired--but we were happy and we loved being together just the two of us. We love the idea of it being the four of us after you are born, but sometimes Mommys and Daddys like to think about the times when they didn't have to care for babies and little kids!
Well, Little Guy, you finally have a name now--your name is Logan. :) "Logan" means "from the hollow," and you are from the hollow--from the hollow of Mommy's belly! Plus, Mommy and Daddy really like this name because it is a nice strong sounding name, and we don't know of anyone else that has it. Well, Mommy used to teach preschool, and I knew a Logan then and he was a sweet and cuddly boy--so if you end up sweet and cuddly, too, which I sure you will be, that would make us really happy! But, either way, Logan Reed, you finally have a name. We are still deciding on a middle name for you, but it will probably be either Alexander or Christopher after you Daddy's name.
Yesterday was "Things I Love Thursday," at a PhotoGroup I belong to but, I forgot to post. Nonetheless, I am posting today the two things I love most everyday... your Daddy and your Sister, and of course I love you most as well, but you were with me in my tummy behind the camera lense. I know you are going to love cuddling with Daddy, too, pretty soon!
Little Guy, you are 23-weeks and a couple days old in my belly. It has been a rather uneventful time so far, but that is a very good thing. Here is more about where you are at right now while you are growing:
You are more than 11 inches long and weigh just over a pound. Your skin is red and wrinkled. You can swallow, but your normally won't pass his first stool (called meconium--or poop) until after you are born. Loud noises heard often in utero [while you are inside Mommy] — such as [your sister yelling] or the roar of a vacuum cleaner [which your sister runs and screams from]— but probably won't faze you when you hear them outside the womb. (From BabyCenter)As for Mommy, her tummy just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I have a hard time sleeping at night, and I toss and turn a lot because it's hard for me to get comfy with you inside my tummy. My nose is stuffy, too, and I have to turn down the heat, which makes Daddy grumpy sometimes. I have to go pee a lot, too--so everytime I go somewhere I look for and head straight to the bathroom. And it makes me mad when Daddy locks the bathroom door when he's in the shower. I pound and pound on it and YELL, "I GOTTA PEE!" Daddy always feels bad, too, because he doesn't do it on purpose; it's just a habit.
Little Guy, Mommy is getting a little worried about her caffeine intake. With your sister, I think I drank about 3 cups during the entire 9 months. With you, I drink about 2-3 cups a DAY, and sometimes I even drink a bit of soda pop. (Barq's rootbeer is the BEST, Little Guy, the BEST!)
Little guy, if you end up as silly as your sister, I am not sure what I am going to do! Die laughing I suppose, which is, I must admit, a great way to go.
Mom is the boss, and don't you forget it! Daddy found me this pretty blue mug at a store called "Goodwill." Goodwill is a thrift store near where we live. There are three of them in fact. Every Saturday or Sunday, Daddy, Mommy, and Molly all pile in our little red car and go to each one looking for little treasures.
Here is a picture of Mommy at 22 weeks and three days pregnant with you. You can't tell much of a difference here, but you HAVE gotten bigger because I had to adjust the little elastic band inside my maternity jeans to a bigger button hole. You are starting to make it hard for me to move around like I could a few weeks ago--and I have to kind of roll off the bed instead of jumping straight up like I used to. I also float in the bathtub now, which is kind of fun because my tummy with you inside feels like a small beach ball!
Little guy, today you are 22-weeks old inside my tummy. Here is more about you:
[You] weigh about 11 ounces, measure about 7.6 inches from head to rump, and [are] growing eyelashes and eyebrows. These two latest developments will be [your] key method of communicating [your] happiness, frustration, confusion, or interest until [you] can talk.
I cannot believe how big you are now! And here is what is happening to your Mommy:
In the last few weeks of your [Mommy's] second trimester, [she is] probably feeling a little tired, a little hungry, and a little uncomfortable much of the time. (From Pregnancy Weekly)
As for being hungy... all I seem to be doing is EATING! Today I made us (Mommy, Molly, and you) heart pancakes for breakfast. Molly and I got the idea from "Breakfast with Bear" (we love this show because here at the Reed house, we LOVE food) on the Disney Channel, but you won't be able to taste your pancakes for a couple more hours because I read on Pregnancy Weekly that it takes two hours for the food I eat to reach you. So your breakfast will be around 10:30. In the meantime, enjoy the jolt of coffee that I just gave you as it should be reaching you right about now. As for my coffee, it just about wore off.
Photo: Heart-shaped pancakes.
Little guy, sometimes you are already as annoying as your big sister. Everytime I get a moment to sit and work on my homework (Mommy is going to school to be a teacher), or to get some other work done, you start to wiggle and flop, hiccup and bobble up and down in your waterbed. And it is very, very distracting to me. Sigh. How-oh-how am I going to manage TWO flipper and floppers?
There is something that happens to ladies when they have babies growing inside, and not many people like to talk about it, but since we have an open policy in the Reed house, I will tell you what it is: The Farts. Having you inside gives me The Farts. Just so you know, farts are stinky things that come out of your behind, and it usually makes a funny noise that makes everyone laugh.
Yesterday Daddy and I peeked in on you while you were kind of floating around in my tummy. You were folded over like a sandwich, and your little toes, on what looked like a VERY BIG foot, were touching your forehead. It made me laugh!
Today Mommy and Daddy get to see how you have grown. We are getting an ultrasound at Dr. Wright's office to make sure that your brain and heart are growing Ok. I am sure things are fine, but we want to make sure just the same. When Daddy was born, his heart had a murmur, which meant that his heart was beating funny and that he would have to have a doctor fix it when he got older. While Mommy was pregnant with your sister, Daddy went to a BIG hospital and had his heart fixed. They fixed it using a part from a pig's heart. Weird, huh? Your sister's heart is Ok, so I am sure that your's is, too.
Happy Valentine's Day, little guy! Today I made a carrot cake--I hope you like it because I ate A LOT of it! I can't wait to see you so I can give you a BIG Valentine's Day kiss. Today Daddy gave me chocolates, and I already ate the whole box. Being pregnant with you makes me HUNGRY! I gave your sister, Molly, a balloon--she really LOVES balloons--and a teddy bear in a little bag that she likes to carry around like a little purse, and Daddy gave Molly a real fuzzy pink purse with candy hearts inside. Someday soon you will get Valentine's Day Candy, so don't worry about that.
My belly is getting so big now that you are nearly 8 inches big! It is stretching and stretching and it itches and itches and the only thing that makes it feel better is an oatmeal and milk bath! Which you seem to like because you start to move and wiggle more when I'm in the tub...