To School or not to School...

I did the research, I searched High and Low, and found an awesome Preschool close to our house that reflects our values. Vivia went a few times over the summer to get acquainted with it~ AND LOVED IT! For the most part. On a couple of days, I had to leave her there whist she screamed "I don't wanna go to school!!!!" THAT was hard to turn around and leave...
But daily she's asking for her teacher Miss Darby. And saying "are we going to school today?"
The school called and asked if they could go ahead and enroll Vivia in their 3 year old class, because she talks and behaves on a 3 year old level. Of course, me: proud parent, says "Sure!" I did tell them I wasn't sure we were going to do it- but now I have to decide because it starts on MONDAY. This Monday...
I just don't know if it will be more hassle than anything, especially once PRCM arrives in a few weeks... What if we are up all night with him just in time to wake her up to take her to school? And I have to wake him up to get her in the car???
UGH.
I know she would love it, and as long as it didn't affect her behavior negatively, I would love for her to have something that is her own... Which was the whole point from the get-go. She's so smart, and I am at home working, caring for PRCM, my girls, etc. not teaching her the ABC's and how to read. I have to make up my mind asap. We have the money in our budget, but of course, we could spend it on other things always.
Hmmmm...
I am leaning towards NOT. Will let you know...

UPDATE... Pre-term labor!

So as you can see, from earlier posts this week, I was having what I THOUGHT were Braxton Hicks contractions, which led to a sleepless night...

So here's the whole of the story~

Sunday at church, I started having strong-er contractions in my back. Gabe and I had a thing for his school to go to, which was all the way down in Windermere, far from our house in Lake Mary/Sanford- it also required us to buy a gift, so we went to Target to purchase the gift off the registry of this family, and I continued having contractions while shopping that made me stop in my tracks from walking. Not painful, really, but just stronger- and, like I said, mostly in my back.

We left this party and got home around 5pm or so, and I went straight to my chair, where I began timing the contractions since they were coming so often. AT REST these contractions kept coming at about one every 10-12 minutes. (Still in my back).
I continued timing them until I went to lay down in bed to try and sleep. And Sunday night/Monday morning was a completely sleepless night. At around 5 am I finally dozed off and awoke to my sister Sarah knocking on my door.
As soon as I was up and around, the contractions began again.
Long story short, I called my doc to let her know (just nervous that they would only tell me to go in) and to my surprise, my nurse told me to go straight to Winnie Palmer because I was in pre-term labor!

SO I obeyed. Sarah and I picked up Desy b/c Sarah should really not be chasing Vivia around right now either... being 8 mos. preg herself!
And I spent the entire day at Winnie Palmer hospital yesterday.
When I finally saw the doctor, she prescribed me a drug to try and stop the labor (we are still too early for him to come)- and she prescribed me to bedrest. UUUUUUGGGGHHH. the dreaded bedrest. She clarified by saying, not "sitting-up" rest, but BED (horizontal) rest. for the next 2 weeks at least, because in 2 weeks, I will be 36 weeks which is safe to begin going in to labor, and not considered premature.

SO, all is well. Baby is perfectly healthy, just excited to enter the world, I guess.

I will rest up all week, so that we can still PAR-TAY on Saturday at the shower. Me, from my chair with my feet up!

Pray for us. My mom is still in Arizona for my aunt's funeral who tragically died in a fire this week, but thank God, Desy, my sister, has moved back home and without a job yet, so I will be able to utilize her help with Vivia while Gabe is at work, for at least some of the days until my mom gets back.
The doc told us last night it was time to call in some favors- because chasing around a 2 1/2 year old is def. one of the factors leading to my contractions.

I am off to take another one of my meds. (Which, by the way, allowed me a luxurious, wonderful full nights rest- as well!)
Love you all- and more details will follow.

God is in control, fear not- I am not afraid!
I am excited! This means it is close~

Check out my hospital HERE- it is like the Four Seasons! So NICE! They have tubs in all the rooms, and each room is private! So excited to utilize this facility!

OMG- I laughed 'till I cried...

If you are preg. or have ever been...
You HAVE TO see this.
It is called "Childbirth Song" by a British comedienne. ROTFLMAO!
WARNING: it is a bit graphic, but then again, so is labor and delivery...

Another sleepless nite. *now updated*

FYI... 3:23 local time-
Already laid in bed for 3 hours tossing and turning. Got up, frustrated.
Is now. 3:24am
That ambien is looking good right about now.


UPDATE: I did not take Ambien, or anything else. I finally fell asleep around 5 am just in time for my DH to get up for work. Slept in until 10:45 am to find my 2 year-old had woken up, gotten herself out of her bed, played a bit, turned on her light, put in a DVD and was happily watching it in her room. She is such an angel!!! Thanks GOD, we still have her sleep in diapers just in case even though she's fully potty trained, b/c the first thing she said to me when I walked in her room was "I peepee on the floor". -But safely in the diaper! *sigh of relief*

Braxton (Trix), um I mean Hicks...

If they aren't helping move things along, then what are they good for???
Every 10 - 15 minutes tonight as I watch the Olympics.
AAAAAArrrrrghhhhhhh!
-Just needed to vent.
Going to watch more Olympics now.

Baby Rowan's gift

Another one of my BFF's Crystal is also adding another to her brood, due exactly one month before PRCM. She had her shower last week, and this was the Name Board I made for her. She's having a girl, and her name is Rowan- which means "tree of life" or something. Thus the tree- with the bird. Yah, she's another hip/hot mama!

Preg. Photos... Fun with the Fountains

I feel pretty, oh so pretty, and boy was I in need! I still have at least 5 weeks to go, and I am really feeling it! I forget what it is like to put on a pair of jeans that are comfortable. I forget what my flat stomach once looked like, I forget what my face and my nose looked like. I am at the "Chipmunk Cheek" stage, my weekly email notified me today. Can't feel my feet by bedtime, taking Zantac by the buttloads (thank you Jesus for Zantac!) otherwise my esophagus would be ON FIRE 24/7, can't eat, breathe, or sleep... Aren't those necessities to life? I made my Doctor laugh today because I told her that. My doctor who has never had a child. She thought I was being dramatic.
Yep, def. there...

One of my BFF's Christine is a "people photographer", and she and I had some fun yesterday while on vacation together. We only took about 900 photos. Some of them just confirmed how I feel right now, but others reminded me that this really is a beautiful time in my life and if I can get up enough "umph" to get out in the Florida humidity, I can enjoy some of it!

A little nervous. They measured PRCM today on the ultrasound. He's already over 5 lbs! At this stage of the game, they usually gain a pound a week. hmmmm, 5 plus 5 equals 10!!!
And that's only to 37 weeks, So here: 5 plus 7 equals 12!!! (Can't even THINK about that!)
They said he is measuring big for his age~ uh, yeah!
I pray for him to grow big and strong and healthy! Time to drop off the "big" part of that.

Chewing Ice...

"Don't chew ice" She says, "Promise me you won't chew ice anymore..."
"Hahaaha," I laugh it off, because I cannot, on a clear conscience, make a promise I know I am physically unable to keep.
"No, I'm serious- not unless your husband LIKES spending thousands of dollars to fix your teeth."
"Yeah, I know it's bad for your teeth..." I say. Still not willing to admit that I know the first thing I am going to do when I get home, is fill up a big cup of FRESH, COLD, CRUSHED ICE and chew like a fiend getting a fix. Inhaling the smell of the ice, closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of the crunch and the texture. Thinking this very well might be better than sex at this moment.
Could be worse, could be crack.

Obviously, my Dental Hygienist has never been pregnant and anemic before. I honestly laugh at how funny and primeval our bodies get when we are growing another human being. Cravings aren't all bad, at least mine is calorie-less and helps keep me hydrated. I really LOVE the "frost" the most. In my ice maker in my freezer, after a few weeks, a layer of frost collects on the inside of the metal part of the grinding mechanism- I grab a spoon, and scrape it off to indulge. This is the utmost fulfillment. S'like eating snow. Which is the root of my craving, but where am I going to get snow in Florida, in August? HUH, someone please tell me... No, for serious, someone please tell me...
Could be worse, could be Crack!

Obviously, I care about my teeth. I will be more careful from now on when I chew my Ice. I will pre-soak it in water to allow it to soften up before I start chomping away... I will seek out the best places with the best soft ice. Like Ikea, or the hospital or the BP station. So, I literally won't crack a tooth again, like I did last Sunday- necessitating an emergency crown on my #32 molar, costing (after insurance covered half) $650 out of pocket, and a bottle of Tylenol with Codeine.
Could be worse, COULD BE CRACK!!!

FOR SERIOUS ICE CHEWERS:
http://icechewing.iswhaticrave.com/

Ridic.!

Invites to my "SIP n SEE, Baby Sprinkle"

My friends insisted on throwing me a shower. Even though this is baby #2, it is a boy which I guess, means I can have another shower. Well, I wanted to help out, and so I designed the invites:
Here they are, they are all different, so I will show a few difft. ones (based on the series of photos I did last month)- see blog called "Ok, So, the sleepless nights"...
The theme is "Mama Bird, Party at the Nest." It is going to be an open house, drop by and see baby brother's room,- laid back style "SPRINKLE", not shower. The girls are going to be hostessing it all, and I will just sit back and relax. My girls really do ROCK the Casbah! oops, I just totally aged myself! I WAS YOUNG, I SWEAR!!!!
The invites are in a translucent envelope- so u can see the invite through, before you open it...

Click on any of the pics to see them larger.

updated pic of PRCM's nursery... ADDED BIRDS...

I love the birds! I will be adding the rest of them later, I wanted to make sure they would stick and not peel off since I have textured walls. They seem to be staying just fine.