Here he is, in all his ultrasound glory - my little squirmy worm.
Currently, i'm at just about 28 weeks...
Because Chewie was SO EARLY when he was born, i am a high risk for Pre-Term labour, and while B-rad and I have secured the services of a lovely Midwife to do the Home Birth thing, i still had to go and visit with an OBGYN to talk about the risks of preterm labour, etc.
I had a few tests done, a swab to test for any weird bacteria - which came back clean..., Checked the baby's size progress - Artoo weighed 2 lbs at my last ultrasound which is awesome, and she checked the length of my cervix, which was showing at 4 cm, which apparently is good because they typically look for them to be less than 3cm as high risk.
Essentially, i walked out of that office with the words: "Hopefully i never have to see you again" still ringing in my ears... Now we have to keep this baby inside for the next 9 weeks... as 37 weeks is the cut off for the Midwives here to deliver in home.
Other than that, i'm tired. Back to the tired stage... and there's so much to do...
with our house in shambles from the flooding - and in the various states of repair, and all the cleaning and sorting to do, all the laundry... it kinda feels overwhelming. especially when i just feel like sleeping.
Chewie has been super clingy lately - and has been waking up with nightmares again. He only wants Mama in the morning, and has figured out the difference between Sad and Happy. So now he says: "Mama, i'm sad! Make me HAPPY!" and then asks for a hug... which is adorable, but when it's all the time it can be a little exhausting as getting my ever growing body down to his height for hugs is getting trickier all the time.
it's getting hard for me to leave him at daycare. Mostly because he just really wants to spend time with me - and when i drop him off he cries: "NO! Mama!! Don't LEAVE ME!!!" GAH! heart wrenching.
And i know that the days are limited for one on one time with him. My little Chewie. However, i feel that he will always be a mama's boy - and likely Artoo will want nothing to do with me, no cuddles like my Chewie. (if anything the baby astrology has told me about Scorpios/Sagg's are true)
Chewie has had a few successful attempts on the potty, which is terribly exciting. My family Doc told me, when she found out i was pregnant again, to not bother trying to train until after the baby came... because we'd just be back at square one as soon as the kiddo makes his way into the world. That was our plan, but Chewie started showing interest in the potty and actually going on it, so we took our cues from him. We're not really pushing him, but we do try every night after supper to see if he has to go. I think it will be much easier when i'm at home all day and will be able to help him get on a potty schedule. Daycare just screws with that.
So that's what we've been up to.