Catch Up

Time to play catch up again.  In my last post, I promised to check back in at the end of the day.  Which I didn't.  Which should have been exactly what you all expected of me, right?  In any case, I'm back now and I'll just play catch up from where I last left off.

Bailey did receive her Happy Birthday phone call from Mickey Mouse.  It was completely adorable, with Mickey wishing her a very happy birthday and singing a special song for her.  I listened to the recorded call on speaker phone with her, totally expecting her eyes to light up and for that phone call to be the thing she talked about for the rest of the morning.  Instead, midway through Mickey's song Bailey starts yelling into the phone.

"Minnie!  Minnie?  Where's Minnie?  Mickey, where Minnie go?"

She repeated it about 47 times until the call ended and then looked at me in anger.  My two-year-old thought a phone call from Mickey was lame.  She'd have been much happier with a call from Minnie Mouse.  The "special" phone call was forgotten pretty much around the time that it started and she didn't mention it the rest of the day.  Fail.

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Her birthday party was lots of fun, though!  For her, anyway.  I know I speak for every adult at that party (and probably some of the kids, too) that having an outdoor birthday party in the middle of a heatwave is one of the most asinine things a person can do.  Granted, I wasn't anticipating it hitting 100 degrees when we planned her party back in April, but still.  It sucked for everyone over the age of 2.

The kids, on the other hand, had a blast and the bounce house was a HUGE hit.  I highly recommend using Boing! Bounce Rentals if you're ever in need of a bounce house or anything along those lines.  Two guys came to set it up, it took them about a half hour to set up and even less than that to take it back down.  The price was SUPER reasonable and we didn't have to do anything but have a blast in it...which the kids did.  Highly, highly recommend it!

Unfortunately, I didn't get a single picture from the party.  Not a one.  But, luckily, I have a few people who were smart enough to take a ton of photos, for which I'm grateful.  As soon as I get them I'll upload them here.

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Bailey's "big girl" bedroom is officially finished and it looks great!  These pictures don't do it justice, but you get the general idea.

Bailey's very first dresser.  Her other room was so teeny that we couldn't fit a dresser, and had to make do with shelves and bins in her closet. 

Her bed.  The wall sticker above says, "A Dream Is a Wish The Heart Makes"

A wider shot of the bed (before we put a comforter on it) and her nightstands.  Looks comfy, right?

The table and chairs she got for Christmas

This room is cute and looks super comfy, right?  Tell that to Bailey.  We CANNOT get her to sleep in this room!  It's a freakin' nightmare that just replays over and over again.  She goes to bed around 8:30ish, watches an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and then it's lights out and we turn on her lullaby CD and her night lights.  Same routine we've had since she was about 18 months old.  Except that now she gets out of bed, tears apart her dresser drawers and book case, sneaks out of her room and is just generally a pain in the ass until Scott or I (or both of us) get tired of gently putting her back in bed 39,000 times and finally lay the smackdown on her.  Then she cries for a few minutes until she passes out from sheer exhaustion.  Mind you, by this point it's going on midnight and every damn one of us is exhausted.  I know that the big new room will take some adjusting to, but it's frustrating.  In her old room, she transitioned smoothly from crib to toddler bed with no problem.  Yes, she would wake up and sneak out of her room every once in a while.  But it was never the battle that we deal with now and she was NEVER up until midnight.  I'm not sure what to do to help ease the transition and we can't put her back in her old room because it's basically a rent-a-center in there now until we can go through everything for the new baby.

I learned my lesson on her first night in the new room, though.  Thought I'd help her out by snuggling up in bed with her and showing her how cool and comfy her bed was.  Problem was, I fell asleep for god-knows-how-long and woke up to her GONE.  I found her in the bathroom sitting in the empty tub and playing with bath toys...at 11:15pm.  

Someone tell me this is just a phase and that it won't be like this forever.  I'm TIRED!

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I had another appointment yesterday to check on #2 and everything looks great.  Nice strong heartbeat and baby was moving around the whole time.  The only not-so-great to come from the appointment is that I have to get a Level 2 ultrasound.  We got one with Bailey because of my scoliosis and heart issues, which is why I expected one this time around.  But my OB wants one specifically because the medication I was on when I found out I was pregnant (the lovely meds that had been controlling my PPD and anxiety) can cause birth defects.  I'm sure that everything is fine with the baby (and even if it's not 100% fine, we'll still be okay and will love this baby no matter what), but it's scary and sad to think that something I did to cause harm to "it".  I  stay away from the deli meats, alcohol, too much caffeine, hair dye (my gray hair is making yet another appearance these days) and everything else that expectant mothers are supposed to abstain from.  I stopped my meds cold turkey the day I found out I was pregnant (by the way, I do not recommend this to anyone...ever) but, because we weren't planning this one, I was a good 7 weeks along before I got a clue.  7 whole weeks and, I don't know why, but the thought of  this baby having a defect because of a medication I was taking freaks me out even more than the possibility of a defect because of something inherited or passed down.  At least then I could take comfort in the fact that it wasn't anything I did or anything that I could control.  

I called to schedule the ultrasound, but had to leave a message an no one has called back yet.  The BRIGHT side of it is that we'll find out whether the baby is a boy or a girl and can stop referring to it as "it".  The crappy thing, though, is that we have to wait AT LEAST another 3 to 4 weeks, probably longer because I have the distinct feeling I'm going to have to hound these people to get an appointment.  Damnit, we were hoping to find out sooner!

On a completely unrelated note, it is hot as hell here these days and I can't stand it.  Thank God for A/C.

Also, this is what I plan to do most of the summer:

Til next time...