Strange that I should be happy about it being a Monday, but now that life is finally settling into a bit more of an even keel (praise the HEAVENS!), I'm feeling so content and joyful just to be in my everyday routine with my beloved nugget. And so content and joyful to have Daddy arrive for a home-cooked meal and some low-key quality time at the end of the day.
So it's probably appropriate that, given this return to even keel-ness (yep, I'm gonna make that a word), I have updates on all the ladies in my life (including yours, truly!).
Chica
Chica had her 18-month check-up today (as she's officially 18 months and 9 days old!), and it was almost surreal to think back on how far she's come in the last 18 months (not to mention, how far I've come in the last 18 months, compared to that question-packed, nerve-racked first visit when she was a newborn).
The tear-inducing moment happened right at the start, when the nurse had her stand on the big-girl scale--STAND on the BIG GIRL SCALE, I tell you!--instead of that cute little baby basket-bucket thingie she's always been weighed in. That's when I thought: noooooooooooooooo, you're growing too fast!!! ("Too soon [spit], too soon [spit], too soon [spit]"--name that movie.)
Alas, the growing continues despite my best binding efforts, and here are the official stats to prove it:
Height: 34 inches (97th percentile!)
Weight: 23.2 pounds (57th percentile)
I'm still so amazed that she's continually tracking along as such a tall cutie. And this time, I was a little proud that she'd ticked up to the middle-of-the-road in the weight percentile. But that pride was quickly squashed when I flipped to the last page in the percentile read-outs:
Weight-to-Height: 14th percentile
Wah, waaaah. She's still a tall string-bean. Ha. Oh well, should serve her well in life if it continues.
Chicklet/Mama
So at this point, Chicklet updates are Mama updates, 'cause she's baking in my personal oven :) So here's the latest:
I recently had a minor (read: major) meltdown when I realized I'm more than 28 weeks pregnant and in my third trimester. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!!!
Wait. I can answer that.
It happened when my second trimester passed in a ridiculous, stressful, nutty, holiday-filled, moving-involved BLUR! A blur, I tell ya! And during that blurry time, I was not at all nice to my body and my beloved Chicklet growing inside of it. In fact, I was sooooo not nice that I worked myself to the point of contractions (don't freak on me, Nanna--it was just one night weeks ago and I've been thoroughly checked since then, so it's all good).
So--New Year's Resolution: be nicer to myself and my Chicklet.
I have just a couple of months left before life is going to get quite crazy and unpredictable, and I want to soak in as much normalcy and rest as I can before then.
So I'm trying to rest when I can, nest (reasonably) when I want, and enjoy as much time with my firstborn as I possibly can.
(And if you need proof of just how seriously I'm taking my New Year's Resolution, see the pic below and imagine me diving into that yumminess while I kicked back and watched two hours of Downton Abby last night.)
:)
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