Monday, October 24, 2011

The Baby Dos Experience @ 23 weeks

Right now, I'm 23 weeks and 2 days pregnant with Lil Dos. And still, it's been such a different experience. It's about this time when I was pregnant with Asher that we went to Vegas for my cousin's wedding. The plane ride was uncomfortable. The walking around Vegas was miserable. My feet hurt, my back hurt, my pelvis hurt. And sleeping required a specific placement of pillows. I remember thinking, this pregnant stuff isn't all that grand.

But this time. This time, I feel great. I have the occasional heartburn. But that's really it. My weight gain seems to have temporarily slowed. (Thank you sweet Jesus because I gained 20 pounds right off the bat!) I think that being at home, making my own schedule, chasing around a toddler and wearing comfy clothes most of the time have helped with the experience.

My psychiatrist told me at my last appointment that I could keep taking the Zoloft until 26 weeks and then slowly wean off. She even said (just like my OB) that I could keep taking it; that there is no point in making myself miserable just to come off of it for the last trimester. But, still, the risk - however small - of a serious effect on Dos makes me want to at least try to come off the meds. But don't you worry, I will have that bottle in my hospital bag ready to go once he's here!

She also asked how I've been sleeping. I said that I wake up a lot and usually spend at least an hour each night trying to get back to sleep. It's not that I'm uncomfortable (yet). I'm just awake. And those pregnancy dreams are so freaking crazy it's like sometimes I'm not even asleep. They are so real and so detailed and so all-consuming. Anyways, she told me that sleep deprivation in pregnancy is a risk factor for PPD. She said that getting sleep at this point is crucial to helping myself out in the long run. She encouraged me to take Benadryl to get some rest; and assured me it was safe to take every night. She said if that doesn't work, there are prescription meds I can take. I am doing the Benadryl now, and it's helping. But I still have that time frame where it wears off and I'm wide awake. Mind spinning. Listening to Rusty and Asher snore on each side of me. (Asher's monitor, that is.)

All of this to say. I'm feeling pretty darn great! My hips and pelvis never seemed to 'bounce' back after Asher, but now I'm thankful. I'm happy to be without that pain.

Looking forward to the holidays with my Asher and my Dos. I think being pregnant at Christmas is an extra kind of magical.

We'd appreciate your prayers for a safe and healthy pregnancy, as we anticipate Dos's arrival in February!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Second Annual Pumpkin Patching

(Those hands, those hands. Those sweet boy hands.)
Last year, we took Asher and Hadley to their first pumpkin patch. Eek! Look at those bald(ish) babies!

Pumpkin Patch 2010
So this year, Christal and I not only planned a similar outing, but we ramped it up a bit. It became a family occasion, and we hit up the Phillips Family Farm in Cary. Phillips is smaller scale little farm, and we had a great time time. We all rode the cow tractor train, took a hay ride, hunted around the pumpkin patch for a free pumpkin and took a stroll through the corn maze trail. We then all stuffed our hungry faces at Cary's new Mellow Mushroom and called it a day! Next year, I'm pushing for margs to be added to the agenda.

This cow tractor train proved to be a little wilder ride than
we thought. It was fun! Mudslinging and all!

The farm is in the landing path at RDU Airport. Throughout the
morning, Asher would look up, point and say 'airplane'.

The point of the flag in the corn maze is to let them know you are lost.
Asher didn't understand why he couldn't wave his flag in the air.
Cue: toddler meltdown.

So, Rusty used the flag to guide/drag Asher
through until he realized the corn was pretty fun, too.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Asher's first trip to the NC State Fair

We spent the day as a family at the NC State Fair last Friday. And, had a large time!

We covered a lot of ground. At least that is what my poor feet said by the time we made it back to the car.

We checked out most of the livestock, the honey exhibit (for Rusty), some crafts and such. We didn't have much to do with the food other than a quick lunch, funnel cake and sweets to bring home.

The best part was riding rides with our boy. He loves being swung around and anything with speed and bumps, so we were so pumped to see how he reacted to the rides. We scoped out the rides that allowed kids under 36" to ride with an adult.

First up. Mom. Asher. And the swings! He was totally enthralled with their motion while waiting in line. But once we got in that seat and had to sit there while everyone else slowly loaded up, he was not having it. So, by the time it started, he was a little distracted. He held on tight to me, snuggled in (read: clung to me) and had fun! (I hate how these photos makes me look like a huge giant in munchkin land. But, for the sake of memories, here they are.)

Next up, the silly looking train with dad!

That train was too tame. Next up, the big fire truck! This one was no joke. Rusty and Asher had a great position in the second row. I had a great position with the camera. Until that giantly tall guy who reminds me of the Blue's Clues replacement dude chose the row with the tiny toddler to squeeze in with his equally tall kid. And there went my view. And Asher's view and Rusty's view. But I'm not bitter or anything.

Rusty said everytime the truck went down, Asher would squeeze him tight. But, he seemed ok with it! No tears at all. Hooray for adventures with Asher.

And the highlight of Asher's day: the winning of the baaaaallll. Ball! Ball! Baaaaalllll! He skipped the duck pick up and grabbed the green ball of his choosing. Then he went back and chose the 'winning duck' for the green ball already in our possession. Then we pried him away from the barrels of balls surrounding the game. That part wasn't pretty.

Next, a little nap in the stroller (can't remember the last time THAT happened). Rusty and I walked around a bit and looked at some exhibits for ourselves. And then made our way back to Carter Finley and our car. Success at the fair, my friends!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Peace project

What's a peace project? Anything that entertains my toddler so I can have a few moments of peace. Peace to clean, cook, send a note. That kind of peace.

Tonight: shoebox mailbox and deck of cards. Annnnnd go!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Story of Asher's First Flight

Every year, for as long as I can remember, Ball Airport in Louisburg hosts a fly-in. Complete with pig and bluegrass music. Last year, we went and Asher wasn't really clued in on what was happening. This year, we were excited to see his reaction to the airplanes.

The first time a plane buzzed the runway, loudly, Asher stopped what he was doing and screamed "Whoooooa!" With a huge grin on his face.
This was that first whoa moment.

From that moment on, the kid was in love with all things flying. Planes would buzz. He'd say some variation of 'whoa!', "wow!' or 'airplane' each time. We were all loving it!

Later in the day, a friend of my dad's and retired cropduster (read: really experience pilot), took my dad's Cub up for some fun. Rusty hopped in with him. I flew with Pilot Jim in my dad's plane several years back and together we looped the plane for the first time(!!). So, I trusted this kind man.

Here's the video Rusty captured on his flight. I was jealous. It looked way fun. You'll also see some clips of Asher's thrill while watching the planes fly by.

Rusty Cropdusting from Rusty on Vimeo.

Pilot Jim and Rusty flew around for a long while, dipping low over the fields and buzzing the runway. When he landed, Asher ran straight to the plane and wanted into Rusty's lap. My dad motioned for me to come over and asked if Asher could go up.

Hi dada!

Rusty and I had talked about this earlier. And we decided we were both ok with Asher flying, if it was something he seemed excited about. Plus, Asher tells us 'Yea' and 'No' pretty reliably, so we knew he'd let us know if he had objections.

So, without overthinking it, I looked and Rusty and we both said 'Sure!'. Asher loaded up and off they went.
At this point my sister comes running over saying, 'I didn't authorize this!' and my mom frantically walked over saying, 'Kira! Is Asher in that plane? There is so much air traffic. What about this and this and that and that?'

I was amazingly calm. I knew Asher would love it and I knew Rusty would love having that memory with him. I also knew my dad would be thrilled that Asher's first flight was in his plane. It just felt right.

Side note: My dad is great pilot, and takes great care when flying precious cargo. In this situation, he said that Asher was probably safer with Mr. Jim than he would have been with him. So, I had no worries. None at all. (Which says a lot for me, you know.)

So, we all watched on proudly!

Taking off!

Buzzing the runway like a pro!

Look close. You can see his sweet head!
I knew he must be loving it. They buzzed the runway a few times. Rusty told me that each time Asher would wave out and say "Hi! Bye!" as they zoomed by. How awesome is that?!
Hi! Bye!

Greeting him after landing.

Photo with Pilot Jim. Smiles all around.
Asher happily exited the plane as those standing around clapped for him. It was fantastic! I think it's safe to say that Asher's got the flying passion in his blood. And, we are ok with that.

Glad you had a great first flight, sweet boy! We love you and all of your awesomeness!

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