The week of doctor appointments

As you can see my posts seem to be more and more spread apart. 

It originally started as a daily ritual, then every other day, then weekly, now to once every two weeks.

Flat out, that's just the life of a busy working mommy. 

I use blogging as a journal for my personal journey through mommy hood, trying to highlight all the crazy, wild, funny, serious, sad, and thought provoking moments that mommy hood has given me. 

So here is what has happened in the last couple of weeks :)

My "sickness" has subsided some, not fully, but good enough to appease me. I learned if I eat every hour I won't feel as sick, which has magically made my waste line HUGE! So huge at my doctor's appointment yesterday I urged the doctor to make sure there weren't twins that were missed on the first ultrasound. Because I literally look like I did when I was five months pregnant with E (I'm only three months). Needless to say, there was only one baby (thank God!). I guess I just have to accept that this is just how the second pregnancy is. Baby Mo is growing wonderfully with a speedy heart rate of 173. There is something so magical about seeing that sweet baby on ultrasound. Every time I hear that heart beat and see that little alien-like body it makes me tear up. I'm sure that surge of emotions has nothing to do with my peaked hormones. Come on September 22. Our next visit will be to see if it's a boy or girl. Let the shopping/remodeling begin!

Here's our sweet little alien in action. 

Not only did I have a doctor's appointment, but so did little man. 15 months! Where does time go? After my last visit alone, I made Chris attend this visit with me. E acted like such a donkey at his twelve month checkup that my muscles hurt from wrangling him. Tag Chris was it. 

One of the many reasons I love E's pediatrician is because I feel so refreshed in my parenting ability when I leave. E is my strong willed child. He is stubborn and hard headed and I love that about him (crazy I know). As Doctor Carroll said, "One day that will be a wonderful trait. He will be a leader."  

He cries hard, he laughs hard, and he loves hard. 

My mother says he acts just like I did when I was younger, I can't imagine that. lol. I must say, I think I turned out to be a pretty awesome person. Sometimes the crying hard part can be very trying. There's good days and bad days. Just when I think oh we've fixed that- BAM! it's something else. Parenting is no joke, or at least being a good parent is no joke. 

I rambled to Dr. Carroll about all of our current problems- picky eating, temper tantrums, and the lack of words, only babble, from my child's mouth. Her answers filled me with reassurance that it's all going to be okay. That parenting is a journey and there's no right or wrong way. As she described it, there is no "perfect" family or baby or child out there. It may appear that way, but everybody is fighting some battle with their little one. Just what I needed to hear to help me trudge along in this battle zone known as parenting. 

This little bugger was at least in the 75th percentile in everything. We got a monster boy on our hands. 

Notice anything that's the same in these two pictures?

Hint check out his hands. 

This boy is in LOVE with some trucks. 

Typical boy. 

Until the next time.......hopefully it won't be three weeks. Not making any promises.