I am having so much fun with Wren these days. She is a very active and silly girl. We’re embracing to the fullest each last day of her being an only child.
She is now 17.5 months old. (How time flies!)
We have started to call her Wrenado because whatever room she enters is immediately wrecked. Toys are everywhere!
Her new favourite word is “bubbles.” She loves ’em and perfectly asks for them whenever we go outside. Oh, the maniacal laughter I will never forget.
Our 60-pound mutt “Su” is her best friend. She looks for her every morning. (She remains terrified of little dogs.)
I try to practice on her hair often, and consequently she is getting to be a pro at navigating the iPad. Not to mention the fact that she can properly arrange the letters in Endless Alphabet. She will also repeat the “arr-arr-arr” and “peh-peh-peh” sounds.
She loves to “read” her books. Her favourite one right now is a big picture book. Also, she enjoys Elmo Loves Me.
We’ve moved her to her new room, but we haven’t put her in the toddler bed yet. I’m waiting for the furniture to be secured to the walls before I let loose the Wrenado.
Okey took a quick break from work this morning to help take the following photos:
And on the baby monitor, I hear her cooing. I guess it’s time to play again. 🙂
Today marks the beginning of the 35th week. This means I only have 35 days to go!
I saw the high risk OB today, and he is actually releasing me from his care since he feels that the baby girl is doing well. She’s still got some issues, but after all of this monitoring, she hasn’t gotten worse or developed any new problems. I’m relieved to be back in the realm of a “normal” pregnancy.
I’ll have to update with a baby bump photo sometime, but I’m really not big — a fact that people remind me of when they can’t believe I am due next month. I can still wear my rings and see my ankles. My shoes still fit. There are a few non-maternity tops from my closet I can wear, too. Aside from the inability to sleep through the night (no one warns you about the leg cramps!), I am feeling quite well.
I went out and about with a pregnant friend yesterday. She is only 20 weeks pregnant, but according to Okey, she looks further along than me. I suspect it’s because she has such a small frame that her uterus has nowhere to go but out. Anyway, as soon as we walked into this one shop, the owner exclaimed, “Oh no! I don’t want you breaking your waters in here!” Trust me, we didn’t want that to happen either.
Wren knows the sounds that a few animals make, and so I was hoping to go over them with her again.
I asked her, “What sound does a doggy make?”
She didn’t reply, so I followed up with a prompt. “Woof woof?”
To which she confirmed, “Yep!”
Like most babies, Wren has fallen in love with the phrase “uh oh.”
As I was getting ready this morning, she was happily playing in her crib. I overheard her say “uh oh” really loudly but didn’t think anything of it since “uh oh” is only used correctly less than half of the time. Most of the time she just repeats it to make her daddy laugh.
Well, when I entered her room, I noticed that the hair clip she had been playing with this morning was on the floor beside her crib. Handing the clip back to her I said, “So I guess there was something behind your ‘uh oh.'” She quickly responded by throwing her clip onto her nightstand while cheerfully saying “uh oh!” This was followed by a quieter and sadder “uh oh.”
It feels like it’s time for a pregnancy update, so here we go.
Good news: Chickadee is no longer transverse breech.
Bad news: She is now frank breech.
The doctors say she has time to get head down still as I’m only 34 weeks. She has certainly been kicking up a storm since Sunday afternoon and so I’m thankful for these little reassurances of her well-being. Also, I’m glad that she’s not kicking into my ribs.
Chickadee was measuring in the 25th percentile at the anatomy scan two weeks ago, and at yesterday’s appointment we learned that she is barely in the 20th percentile. The high risk OB says that he’ll be concerned if she reaches the 10th percentile and will recommend getting her out at that point. He scheduled another anatomy scan in three weeks if I’m “still pregnant.” (I hope to be!)
The high risk OB still wants to see me weekly to monitor things. The week by week decision making is starting to wear on me.
I still haven’t packed my hospital bag. I feel that once I pack it then she will come, so she can’t come if I don’t pack it, right? I admit it’s not very rational and actually very superstitious.
The room is nearly done. Okey’s family came this weekend and hauled away the furniture we don’t need anymore. Okey has since painted the room and ripped up the carpet. The new carpet will be installed tomorrow afternoon, and then we’ll start putting the furniture in there this weekend.
On another note, all of this pregnancy talk has me wondering what Wren was like in her biological mother’s womb. Was she very active? (I can’t imagine my toddler not being active.) I wonder if my curry-loving daughter got this from her biological mother. (I’ve read that mothers who eat spicy food usually have children who enjoy spicy food. The same goes for vegetables, and we all know how much Wren loves her green vegetables.) I get sad not knowing the answers, so I think that I will ask her in my next letter.
YellowFlowerShadowSmile, this one is for you.
(Video Credit: RecipeCards)
I love how scalable this meal is. I also like that it comes out of the (toaster) oven at once, so when serving it to a large crowd no one has to be served a cold portion. I find some people eat one, some people eat three. So on average, I make 2 per person (if they aren’t awake yet to place their order).
In addition to the simply crack-and-poured egg which turns out like a hard-boiled egg, I make a scrambled egg version. (Just scramble the egg before pouring it in.) This works out best for kids or people in general who don’t like to try new things.
We really do like using Mrs. Dash’s Onion and Herbs seasoning with the eggs, but feel free to experiment.
PS I think thick bacon works best.