Life has been hectic, but good. My job (going on 6 months!) is going pretty well. I think I’ve settled in and my coworkers seem to appreciate me. I am still liking it. My husband survived the relatively recent cutbacks at his office. I think he will always be leery of his own job security (which is not uncommon in the video game industry), but he is less paranoid at the moment than he was in the month or so leading up to those layoffs. He is busier now, of course, but I think we are both quite happy that he is still employed. And hey! He was able to take a week off for Thanksgiving, which I know he was particularly thankful for.
I am firmly in the third trimester now (middle of the seventh month), and looking about as big as I was during the eighth month when I was pregnant with Alex. I cannot remember all of the details of my first pregnancy, but I’m almost positive I am more ungainly now than I was then. This little girl has laid low pretty much this entire time. The positive aspect of this is that I’m not dealing with tiny toes kicking up against my lungs. The negative is that I have to pee (and watch out for those pregnancy “accidents”) as if this were the ninth month. Being a little bigger this time around has also led to more frustration with my clothing situation. I really don’t know how I’m going to be able to comfortably fit into anything warm in January, once I hit the home stretch. I’ll be working up until I go into labor, if all continues as well as it has been, but with Alex I worked from home in my pajamas and sweat pants for the entire last month. I do not think I will be able to do this with my new employer. And while I really want this little girl to make it full term, I am also experiencing the “get this baby the hell out of here” feelings way earlier than I did with her big brother. Have I mentioned that I don’t like being pregnant? I sure do love the baby part, though.
Alexander is, I think, pretty excited about being a big brother now. He’s 3, so he’s obviously not understanding all of what is to come, but he’s onboard. He talks to the baby and likes to give her zuberts (adorable and annoying at the same time, considering it’s my tummy he’s giving them to). He’s ready to share all of his baby toys with her and is stoked that he has an official big boy bed, complete with big boy sheets, now that the toddler bed is once again a crib and out of his room. At the same time, he is very much a 3 year old and we have had the pleasure of frequent meltdowns and tantrums. Some mornings he just doesn’t want to go to day care and he will kick and scream and cry himself silly as we get increasingly short-tempered. He is also more difficult to deal with at bed time, particularly if he missed a nap that day. He’s pretty well potty-trained now, and most times he will go and take care of business completely on his own. His new thing is that he wants to wear undies to bed. We’ve tried undies to bed a few times in the last couple of months, but we almost always have an accident in the middle of the night. So our parental default position is diapers are for sleeping because waking up to use the toilet is a very difficult thing to do. He has become downright violent these past few nights when we’ve insisted on diapers. You’d think he was being physically assaulted the way he screams about “no diapers!” over and over again. So, last night we went full-on undies to bed and he was accident free. I’m not holding my breath that my son is fully potty-trained, but it was a small victory for him. As long as he keeps it up, we won’t be able to get him in diapers ever again. He’s a good kid most of the time, though, and I’m fairly certain we spoil him. Without a doubt, he gets more stuff than Chris or I ever did as kids. I hope this will change as we become a four person family.
We spent the long Thanksgiving weekend up at my mother-in-law’s house in Grand Rapids (MN). It is always nice to have a break from cooking every meal and Alex is finally of an age where he knows what “going to grandma’s house” means. They have a cat and a popcorn machine, and these are currently two of his favorite things. He spent so much time petting the kitty and following her around and asking for popcorn every day. I wish I had taken pictures of this. I feel bad that Chris is so allergic, but Alex and I are cat people. Someday there will be a kitty in our house. We also got our first big snowfall of the season on Thanksgiving day. We enjoyed sitting in the log cabin with a fire roaring in the fireplace, watching the fluffy white snow falling down. On Friday, we had fun playing in it before the windchill forced us back inside. Kids and snow, you guys. It is a magical thing.
We decorated the house for the holidays the weekend before heading up to grandma’s. I’ve always liked this part of the holidays (that and the food), but it is better with your own children. It just is. And though I’m hopefully agnostic/logically atheist, I keep up with holiday cheer because it is just that. Cheery. And I love my family. And it has always been good times for them. Decorating the house, baking Christmas cookies, sharing love and joy and presents… It gets me right in the feels. Every. Time. Alex helped hang ornaments on the tree and has been excited about plugging in the Christmas lights every evening. Our inherited Christmas tree is actually starting to fall apart this year, though. So I’ve been eyeballing those already wired with lights fake ones at the store. In my mind’s eye I’m rubbing my hands together covetously, going “Soon, my pretty. Soon.” Of course I like the frosted Spruce one, the – if you know me well, then you guessed it – most expensive one. Other than that, I’ve been having a pretty good time picking out presents for myself and my loved ones. I’ve been trying not to spend too much, but at the same time I just want to. It’s good for the economy and all, yeah? My poor bank account. But still, I feel good about it. I also get the entire week between Christmas and New Year’s off this year. Three cheers for working for a company that forces a shut down. There will be holiday baking and final preparation of the hand-made things for baby and, if we’re really lucky, family in our home for Christmas. All of these things make me happy.