So it has been one full month since I had Nolan. Life has been, let's say, hectic. We've had to adjust to having a little one at home - which in the beginning was scary to me...but turned out to be okay. It just results in making sure that the boys (Haydn and Daniel) understand what they can and cannot do...because they are crazy and will definitely test the waters. 


Nolan has adjusted well to being home as well. The first 2 weeks he gained, literally, 2 lbs. I'm sure he's larger than I think he is now, but I haven't had a chance to get to support group in the last week or so. We are going on Friday, so we'll see how much this chubby boy has gained. He's filling out SOME 3-6 month clothes already! Oy! And I thought he wouldn't fit anything that we had for him. Boy was I wrong! 


Haydn has sprouted up tremendously in the last 6 months. A friend of mine brought some size 4 clothes for him (which saved us some $$) and a few pairs of shoes, and a pair of boots. Def. saves money for us because now he doesn't need much for winter, if anything at all. He has gone through a not-sleeping-in-my-bed phase, in which he ended up screaming in terror for nights on end. I finally made a bed for him on our floor and slowly got him into his bed (which is now in with Nolan, and he's okay with that - for now!) Nolan is in bassinet in our room, so I'm sure we'll come up with some issues when Nolan finally is in his crib! At least Haydn is going to sleep in his bed, on his own now though. I was getting tired and not getting anything done by sitting on his floor in his room for what seemed like FOREVER! 


My biggie Danny is growing like a weed! He's fitting in 3t shirts (because he's bulky) and 2t pants. Top percentile in his height, weight, and off the charts with his head measurements. Oy! He's definitely going to be our football player, I think. He's getting over some teeth coming in I think. We had a few restless nights (or weeks) with him up and down. I think that may have been the final straw with Haydn, and then Haydn ended up having a bad dream and wanted out of that room. Anyway, Danny is going through the testing stage. He's trying anything and everything he can, to see what he can get away with! He also is talking ALOT more (and I think he knows more than he's showing). He's saying words that I never knew he could say...cup, car, Haydn, etc. It's AMAZING! He picked up the word 'BABY' really fast and is always looking for Nolan. It's really sweet.


Overall, the first month was hectic, but I wouldn't change anything. There were alot of tears, not alot of sleep, but definitely ALOT of love going around. I'm amazed everyday at my boys...all 3 of them, and I'm thankful that I get to be their mommy! 

36 weeks....oy!

So I'm less than 4 weeks from my due date, and it's starting to hit me BIG TIME. My patience is almost completely gone for some things, while others it's slowly dwindling. Little things that I could care less about are now turning into huge ordeals because it has to be the way I want it to be. I'm sure it doesn't help that Haydn has turned into a 3 year old know-it-all and constantly is battling everything. Danny is starting to really feed himself and is really stubborn and won't do something if he doesn't feel like it. It may be a rough next 6 months as I'm trying to get them through these stages, and will be adding on a newborn. I'm tired just thinking about it.

Work is going well. I've been testing children for the last week, with this next week I should hopefully get things finished up so we can get to meeting about the students and what needs to be done to help fill those skill gaps. I'd like to get things started so that I can have at least something planned out before Nolan decides to arrive. I've been having contractions on and off for about a week or so...you just never know when things will happen. Things are noticed alot more with the fact that I'm chasing around 2 other children. If I can get things situated at work and at least get thing so that they are STARTED with the children, and list what my goals are...then hopefully whoever comes in will be able to continue on and work well with the teachers to fill those beginning skill gaps. This way when I come back I can see where the kids are and continue on.

Hubby should be home soon, I'm heading to bed so that I can try and get rest tonight. My little Danny was up the last 2 nights and ended up in bed with me (since Daddy was at work, working more OT yet again) The OT makes the paycheck look better, but doesn't really mean anything when you don't get the time with your family...

new journey...

A friend from high school just had a baby and we've been chatting alot recently online. She mentioned to me that I should keep a blog or journal of my journey with 3 kids, since Nolan will be here within 8 weeks time. 8 WEEKS...that's it!

Seems like just yesterday I was taking a pregnancy test because I wasn't feeling well and I knew, absolutely, that something was up with my body. You know after 2 pregnancies when something is different and don't question very much at all. I then took that pregnancy test and dreaded the next 2 minutes...POSITIVE. I was in shock, disbelief...basically any word that you could say that meant that I didn't believe I was pregnant again.

However, here we are, 8 weeks away (or less) and our little guy is getting bigger everyday. I am feeling like a whale (for lack of better words) and I know that the possibility of me getting bigger is a fact! I was HUGE with my other 2 boys...

There are some things I love though, about this pregnancy. I love the fact that I am growing this precious little boy inside of me, only to birth him and enjoy every minute of his being. I love when he gets hiccups and my abdomen does all these little jumps, or when I sit and my stomach moves like crazy, as if he is doing somersaults inside. These are the things that I honestly felt I would miss when hubby went in for his surgery. Then he texted me to let me know he was out of surgery, and on the inside, I was heartbroken that I wouldn't feel those things again...until a few weeks later when I took that test and it was positive.

It's amazing how life works. Here I am all these weeks later, and I'm washing car seat covers, and bouncy chair covers, not to mention finding ALL the many boy clothes we have and going through them (haven't quite gotten that far yet). Putting up curtains, getting the crib together...all things I thought I was done with. I'm overjoyed that we're having Nolan in 8 weeks or less, but part of me is scared out of my mind. Danny is only 14 months old...YIKES! He's having sleep problems, and is still VERY attached to mommy. I'm scared that he'll have a negative reaction and then we will be in trouble.

I just need to keep telling myself, one day at a time. I'll go back to work and take it one day at a time...deliver a baby and take it one day at a time...be home on maternity leave, and take it one day at a time...it's all I really can do. But I'll love EVERY single minute of it. 

Soon I'll be a mommy of 3 boys....