the dangling carrot

here in the coastal bend, i feel like the weather people have been dangling a carrot in front of my nose for DAYS. every morning {and every 2-3 hours after the initial check}, i wake up and check my weather app for any kind of GLIMPSE of a rain cloud. imagine my surprise last weekend when i logged on, and LO! RAIN CLOUDS. on SIX whole days. but every morning since then, they push the rain clouds back a day. and back another day. and back ANOTHER day. until really, there's no rain and i'm just left in a hot heap on the floor begging for precipitation. lies. they tell us LIES.

i'm tired of their tricks.

i'm now going to blame every unfortunate event in my life on the weather people and their shenanigans.

owen has decided that he is O-V-E-R the morning 3 mile walks. this does NOT bode well for me...nor my ever growing belly {and thighs}. i've tried everything. snacks, toys, animal sounds. the only thing i've found that buys us some time is singing to him. the more lively and ridiculous song, the better. we have our fun walking buddies that are awesome, but i'm sure they don't love the screaming and would love my singing even less. and so today, i let him win. we skipped walking and just hung out at home drinking coffee, folding laundry and playing. i'm planning to go tonight when mike gets home and after we put owen down. maybe this is just God's little way of making sure i'm getting every ounce of quality time with Owen over the next few weeks. or maybe the weather people are making owen cry.

yesterday marked a big first in our lives. owen threw his first geniune UGLY temper tantrum. complete with the throwing himself on the floor and banging his head on the rug. it was really something to behold. i stood there and looked at him and then just walked away because i couldn't believe what i was seeing. 15 months? isn't that a little early? he pitched 2 more that afternoon. they were all a result of some kind of major life dissappointment: like my not letting him scrub the floor with his toothbrush or something.

i was about to go INSANE, so i packed him up and we headed to HEB to grab a few things - thinking it would do us some good to sneak out of the house before daddy came home. stupidest idea ever. HEB at 5:15 + crabby customers + crabby baby + 9 month pregnant self + where the HECK do they keep the tahini  = meltdown on aisle 4. owen totally lost it and i almost did too. in fact, i almost just walked away from my basket full of groceries...with owen in it. and to the dear woman that looked at me and said, "my my, someone is going to have their hands full aren't they?" that was the most encouraging thing you could have said to me. if i'd been able to find the tahini, i might have launched it at her head.

i'd like to think that it was just an off day. he didn't nap well & he didn't sleep well the night before, so i'm choosing to believe that it was a fluke of a day. today has already been better, but i can tell that the developing opinions of my 15 month old are here to stay for a while. that's just what our household needed: more opinions.

my mom came to visit last week while mike went on a quick business trip to florida. it was SO great having here here. we just hung out, ran errands and watched movies. we really already have everything as ready as it can be for baby #2, so she and i just got to relax and enjoy one another. she also got to witness the "moment." the moment that i realized that we're about to have another baby. she got all the panicked questions like WHAT WERE WE THINKING? and WILL I SURVIVE? and WILL I EVER SLEEP AGAIN? and DO I KNOW HOW TO HAVE A BABY?

she went to my dr's appointment with me and also got to witness the alien baby try to make an escape. it was the first week that dr. S did a "check" and baby was NONE too thrilled to have the intrusion. the SECOND her hand went in, that baby scurried as far up and over as it could. it was by far the strangest thing i'd ever witnessed. owen never even cared, but this one? no thank you. the good news is that baby is head down and we're already dilated to a 2 and 80% effaced as of last week. we could stay that way for the next few weeks, but at least we've already got a little progress under our belt. owen had visibly dropped by this time in my pregnancy with him, but not the case for this one. tomorrow is our ultrasound to see how we're doing on size, so we should know if we're going the c-section route or not. 

i got a "second wind" on the nesting today. i had fallen into a lazy rut, but today i started tackling all the last few things on my list. we have not packed for the hospital, but i did get the duffle bag out of the closet. does that count as progress? i also can't bring myself to iron the 594 items hanging in my laundry room that need to be ironed. those will be my last resort.

or maybe i should send all my ironing to the weather men since they seem to have a lot of time on their hands making elusive predictions.