It's a boy!

We had our 20-week ultrasound yesterday, and confirmed that we are indeed expecting a little brother for Zac! More importantly, baby boy appears to be perfectly healthy.

A lot of people have assumed throughout my pregnancy that I was hoping for a girl. I guess they think that because I'm female I should want a little girl? Or maybe they think that since I already have a boy, I'd like to have a girl this time? I don't know. I have thought about both options a lot, and I've decided that I'd have been just as happy either way. There are pros and cons to both. It'll certainly be more fun for Zac to have a little brother to play with throughout his childhood... provided that they actually get along once in a while, and share a few similar interests. It's definitely easier (and cheaper) for us to have another boy... other than diapers, I don't think I have to buy a single thing! On the other hand, having a girl would have been fun too, but I'm not a girly-girl myself, so I'm not really going to miss all things pink and frilly. Some say that girls are easier to handle when they're little... I say sure, right up until the teen years hit. Of course, there's no guarantee that our sons won't suffer from all that teen angst and drama, but I do think that girls are far worse. Having lived through the teen years with a stepson... and seeing all of the drama that the girls in his life brought upon themselves, (and how many of them are/have been pregnant) I'm glad we're sticking with just boys.

Damn Pregnancy Hormones

Or, as my husband would say, "Whores moaning?! I don't hear any..."

Ok, very funny Martin. I've always prided myself in being relatively unaffected by hormones. Meaning, I don't really get PMS, and I haven't experienced the erratic mood swings that some women suffer through during pregnancy. But today, I was driving along, listening to country music in my car, and started tearing-up! In my defense, the song on the radio was "You're Gonna Miss This" by Trace Adkins. It really IS a very touching song. If you're not a country music fan, the lyrics generally speak to how quicky life goes by...

“You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days
Hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this”

Ever since Zac was born, I've felt like his life is flying by so fast that I'm missing it all. I can't believe he's already two years old! It makes me sad that he's not really a baby anymore. Every time I think about it, I feel a little panicked and out of control... like I want to be able to slow it all down, but can't. It's really a terrible feeling. I'm sure every parent feels the same way, right? Anyhow, I hope that when Zac looks back and relfects on his life, he'll know how very much we loved him. See? Now I'm tearing up again... damn pregnancy hormones.

Overweight?!

Eating a cupcake at Sofia's 2nd Birthday Party.

I took Zac in to the pediatrician for his two-year old check-up today. He's now 35 inches tall and weighs 35 pounds... which makes him officially OVERWEIGHT! Obese, to be exact. What?! How can this be? He's always been a "densely-packed" kid... meaning that people who try to pick him up always comment that he's heavier than they expected. So anyhow, the doctor said she's not at all concerned, because he doesn't look fat... but we should start giving him 2% milk, instead of the whole milk he's been getting, and eventually transition down to 1% milk. I guess this is just one more thing that Zac gets from me. I was super-chubby as a baby, and placed on a strict diet at nine months old.

Anyhow, Zac also got two shots (which barely fazed him), and a clean bill of health otherwise.

Big Boy Bed!

Zac got his first big boy bed on Sunday. It's shaped like a giant red, race car. He absolutely LOVES it! He went with us to pick it up on Saturday, and then watched us disassemble his crib, and assemble his new bed on Sunday morning. As soon as it was all put together, he immediately laid down in it, and pretended to be sleeping. Sunday afternoon, he took his usual 3-hour nap in his new bed. He got up once after he'd been down for about five minutes, and wandered into the hallway. I took him back to his room, and read him a quick story, told him to stay in his bed, and he did! He got up once at the 2-hour mark... we heard him open his bedroom door, but upon not seeing anyone in the hallway, he closed the door, and apparently, climbed back into bed! Last night, he slept for twelve hours straight, without so much as a single peep! Yay! Let's hope he continues to be such a great sleeper...

Blog? Check!

A couple of years ago, I decided that since everyone else seemed to have a blog, I should have one too. I was all excited about it... for about a week. Well, I'm all excited about it again, so here we go... take two at this whole blogging thing. I don't know about you (all you millions of readers out there), but I'm going to keep my expectations low for now.