It's a little odd that I'm still caught off guard by all the people who say, "When are you due?" as they point to my stomach. I look down, remember I'm pregnant, and try to remember my grandma's birthday, since that's the due date.
I don't remember I'm pregnant too often still. I feel uncomfortable but I often rationalize it as I've eaten too much, because usually I have. Or I'm tired because I stayed up reading. Or my back hurts because I've been hauling K around. Or I have heartburn because I ate half a bucket of cheese puffs. But then I remember I'm pregnant and am glad that that is probably the reason for my pain. And because I ate half a bucket of cheese puffs.
The time for me to be a mother of two is approaching really quickly and it's scary. I'm not at all ready for it and sometimes wish I could go back in time and change my mind as to whether I was ready to be a mother of two. But my decision was made and I'm sure I'll love it at some point.
But seriously. How does anyone raise more than one child at a time? I never got to see it growing up so forget drowning - this mother-of-two thing has become my worst fear. Will I ever get to sleep? Will there be lots of crying? Will K feel like I've abandoned her? Can you really go to the grocery store with more than one child? Because I submit to you, that you cannot.
On the upside, K is doing extremely well in her toddler bed. It's been about one month since we made the switch and now that we put up a sheet over her window for her nap, she falls asleep within minutes. She doesn't necessarily wake up happy but I'm okay with that as long as she has actually slept.
K and I went to story time today at the library. We went to the older kids' one that she usually doesn't ever want to sit through so I thought today would be no exception. However, the kids got a teddy bear to hold and she loved that. She actually participated (normally she just sits and stares) in the dancing and activities so that was a lot of fun.
K has begun picking up on the most random things and everyday she improves on her speech. It's still not clear, but I like knowing what she's talking about even when "bath" and "blanket" sound basically the same. I always wondered how parents knew what their kids were talking about when it sounded like babbling to me. Now I know.
She has even picked up on when I'm frustrated and will repeat me very well during those times. K also says "Quirkle" really well which isn't really even a real word - it's just the name of a game. How she can say "Quirkle" but she can't (or won't) say "cat" is beyond me.