What's in a name?

Been busy with work and sleep lately. However we did manage to get out and go to Navy Pier over the weekend to take the kids out. Kids meaning Sean, Jason, and two of our friend's kids Nikki and Dylan. They hadn't seen each other since Sean's party, so they had a blast. We went to the Children's musuem and buil a bear, and then to Giordanno's Pizza. I am pathetic though, I can't hardly stay up past 8:00. If I force myself to stay awake, I am extremely uncomfortable and miserable. I start getting the feeling that my skin is crawling, my legs feel funny, and I can't be comfortable sitting down. So when I am tired, I just go to bed. I can't wait until I have more energy like I used to to be able to function on 6 hours or less of sleep and stay up late on my days off. But I know all of that will change because the baby will have his own schedule I will have to follow.

We are having trouble picking out the right name. It seemed like it was so easy to pick Sean's name out, why is this one so difficult. I really liked the name Ethan, but Drew does not. That has been my only boy's name I've picked so far. You know how you associate names with people you have known with that name, maybe that is why it is so difficult. I want to be settled on a name soon though, hopefully by my 8th month.

I feel the kicks and tumbles a great deal now, it is amazing. I know he only wieghs 1 pound 3 ounces when we went for the ultra sound. But when he gets going it doesn't feel like he is that small. Target is putting out a lot of new baby stuff this week because they are transitioning to warm weather stuff, and the newness of all of the stuff they are putting out makes me want to go shopping. But I am holding off for a little bit, I have priorities to take care of first such as Dr. bills. Those are always fun to pay.

Sean is going to pre-school 6 hours a week now, and boy what a difference it is. We have homework to do with him everyday too now, which is so difficult to do with him sometimes. We are trying to teach him to write his letters, but things aren't going smoothly. He doesn't want to just sit there and learn. He starts pretending to cough, put his head down and fake yawn, or throw fits, anything to try to get out of sitting at the table practicing his letters. Thank goodness we have another year of preschool to do it all over again, he will need it the rate we are going with him. I know he is only 4, but it is trying sometimes to have him be serious and learn things that involve no games or t.v. or fun times. I mean c'mon, how much fun can you put into writing your letters. But we will get there soon. Practice makes perfect.

Work has been going o.k., I get burned out sometimes, but then I look forward to my days off to catch up on sleep. I work 4 ten plus hour shifts, but on average I work 50 hours a week. I am taking it easy this week though, and I am going to try to do that going forward with the hours, not working so much. I am grateful for a couple people I work with who are mothers as well, they look out for me and help me out a lot. I just wish sometimes I could enjoy being pregnant a little bit more than worry about it. I worry that I inconvenience others because I am not able to do a lot that I used to at my job, but I try to tell myself that they need to get used to me holding back a little, and it is just frustrating when I want to do something, but I can't. It is frustarting because I wish I could please everyone and be a top performer like I used to. People that have not been pregnant or have dealt first hand with someone that has been seem to be forgetful that I can't do a lot of things, and I have to remind them. It is frustarting when people expect me to do something that is so out of my limitations now, and they won't come in to offer a helping hand even though they are fully capable of helping out. I mean c'mon, they don't have another human being that is trying to grow and develop in their belly that they have to protect. But that is just how some people are, and I have to look out for myself.

To end things this blog, I am excited it has snowed, and I am looking forward to taking Sean sledding tomorrow, if this cold of mine gets better. It was so cute and funny on Monday during the day before the snow started accumalating. Sean went to the front window, lifted the blinds and said I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish for it to snow. And by night time we had plenty of snow. Just not enough time to play in it yet, and with me being sick today, I will try to take him out tomorrow.

IT'S A BOY!!!

It's a boy, and I am so excited for another boy and for Sean to have a brother. I am a little saddened about the fact that I may never be able to dress my child in pinks and purples and dresses and bows. Not unless I want to torture one of the boys, but no I won't do that. I will miss out on buying dollies and barbies and cute girl toys. I am a little bored with the boy toys. Cars and trucks and guys and boyish things. But that is o.k., Sean will be a great big brother and share his toys. I am so happy to know the sex of the baby now and everything is growing normally. He weighs 1 pound 3 ounces right now. That is so amazing that this tiny miracle is kicking and tumbling already.

Now I have to come up with a boy's name. I had a girl's name all picked out because I was all ready for a girl. I am already looking at little outfits while I work and just want to start buying clothes, but I have some time.

Sean wants the baby to come now. When we were at the hospital and we were getiing our jackets on to go he said I thought the baby was coming out today. It was so cute. We explained to him in the car on the way over that we were just looking at the baby on the computer screen, but he is so anxious. When I was laying down on the table having the ultrasound done he came in the room and wasn't too sure of what was going on as any normal 4 year old. So he came up to me, put his hand on my arm, and said it will be o.k. mom. I just wanted to start crying, it was so sweet.

I am more than half-way through this pregnancy, and I some days wish I could speed up time so the baby comes sooner, but most days I am happy to wait those couple of more months because with a new baby comes more responsibilities. I cannot wait but at the same time I just tell my sister when I see her going through things with Jason "oh I remember those days and I don't miss them." And then we always say those days are coming again soon.

Well, that is all for now.