"Yippe ki yo ki yeah! Today is your special day!!"

"Yippie ki yeah ki you...today we celebrate you-ou-ou!"

(For those of you who don't spend 3/4 of your life listening to Veggie Tales...that is the birthday song from "The Ballad of Little Joe!)

Today my sweet little baby girl is 2 years old!!! I have no idea where the time went! At the same time she has grown so very much...it almost makes me sad that she is growing so fast!

So, Happy Birthday Eva Majella!!! I love you!!!

"If you have any poo...fling it now!"

Okay, so if you haven't seen Madagascar, or been in my living room recently, maybe this title makes no sense.

PLEASE tell me that this is a sign that Eva will soon be ready to potty train!

She just wandered in here (to the kitchen, where our computer is located) wearing her t-shirt she slept in, but no pants or diaper...So, I went to investigate the diaper HOPING it was just wet and that is why she took it off...no such luck...poopy pants!

Now, this is the first time she has taken her diaper off when it has been poopy. However, yesterday, I noticed that she was sticking her hands down her pants and I told her it was time for a diaper change. Another poopy diaper then, and poop on the hands, of course...

It's been a couple of weeks since the last poo flinging incident (I mean, really flinging) where she was still in her diaper (which was poopy) but had smeared poop all over the carpet, furniture (one time) and herself...

I just don't ever want to deal with THAT again...nothing like being hugely pregnant and bathing a poopy toddler, keeping the dog from licking the poo smeared into the carpet, and using our teeny tiny spot lifter (that we got when our little pug dog was a puppy...) to basically steam clean half the living room...

Oh, and her diaper today was great, as last night we put up a 50 lb feedsack full of sweet corn, so she ate a little over a cob of corn while we were husking it on the porch. Great to see chunky corn in her diaper this morning...

191...

Well, I could have posted this almost a week ago...but I would say that 191 is spectacularly flunking ones glucose tolerance screening test...

Yep, 191...the only problem is I can't figure out if that is about the same test result I got with Eva, or if I didn't flunk as badly last time (after living off white bread and lunch meat sandwiches and peanut M&Ms for 10 days beforehand...)

So, I put off my 3 hour test until next Monday. It just wasn't going to work out with our schedule this week. Sunday we had breakfast with our new priest after Mass...so I guess I technically could have driven up after that and taken the test yesterday. Of course, today is a Holy Day of Obligation, so I didn't want to either 1)try to make it home in time for Mass, 2)find a Mass somewhere along the way or 3)have to worry about making it to diabetic counseling AND a Mass. Of course, I could go up Wed and have the test on Thursday (my b-day) or on Thursday and have the test on Friday...but either having my test on my birthday or spending the evening of my birthday with my parents instead of hubby and toddler monster doesn't sound like too much fun. So, as it stands, I will be going up on Sunday afternoon. I will have my first prenatal appointment with my doula that evening at my parent's house (of course, I still have to fess up that we are hiring a doula...and that she will be coming to their house...) with my test at 8 am on Monday morning. And if I do need diabetic counseling (which I am pretty sure I will!) they will try to get me in that afternoon at the hospital where I will be delivering...

You know you live in a hick town when...

...the entire town apparently shuts down for your town's "day" at the county fair...

So, my MIL had to drop off my FIL in our town, and was going to come over and spend a portion of the day with us. Hubby has to work this morning, but hopefully will have the afternoon off. What was great about my MIL showing up is that I needed to do my glucose tolerance screening test. So, after she got here at nine with no coffee (because the coffee shop was closed!) and some paint color samples (which she had to take from the store because they were closing up shop for the fair) I left to go to the clinic to get my test done...

The clinic is closed for fair...so I popped into the hospital (which, thankfully, is attached to the clinic) and they were able to do my test. I should have results tomorrow (YEAH!!! sort of, anyway...) On the way home, I noticed the daycare and the swimming pool both appear to be closed, along with at least half the businesses on main street.

My MIL was supposed to pick up 1600 lbs of hamburger for the farm, but it turns out that the packing plant is ALSO closed today for fair. Fortunately, one of the guys at the packing plant was in town still, so MIL had to go get the meat and head home before the last packing plant guy left for the fair...

So, hopefully, if hubby DOES actually have the afternoon off, we will give her a call and meet her in HER town for lunch, then hubby will be able to borrow his dad's pickup truck for the day and finish cleaning out the garage at our old house that we will hopefully not own come September 15th!

WHEW!!! All this because of the county fair...

Doctors appointments and class reunions...

Okay, have I mentioned lately that pregnancy sucks???

I have been up since 4 am (VERY early for a non-morning person!) when Eva decided she needed a drink. She went back to sleep...hubby went back to sleep...I desperately wanted to get back to sleep...

I guess that Eva will get to watch some Saturday morning cartoons while I nap on the couch (I'm sure to be sleepy by the time she wakes up!) since hubby has to work the long shift today.

After hubby gets off work, we get to head up to his hometown so I can get to a baby shower for his cousin and her new baby girl followed by hubby's class reunion dinner. (Sadly, we have to miss golf at 9 am because of work, and we'll also miss the family picnic at 11am.)

So, I am at 23 and 6 today...yesterday I called to make a doctor's appointment for next week here in town. Sadly, my doc was headed on vacation today, and would be gone for almost two weeks (Rumor around town is that they are going to the Caribbean...) but they had an appointment available at 12:30! So, I took the appointment so that I could get the order for my glucose tolerance test (since the OBs office freaked out when I said I hadn't done it until about 27 weeks with Eva) and get it taken care of next week.

Hubby was supposed to go back to work at 12:30, but his boss told him it was no problem for him to wait until I was done with my appointment. So, since Eva usually naps around 12:30ish, she stayed home with her dad while I went to the doctor.

All is fine with Charlie...good heartbeat, and apparently I am measuring "right on" (which must have taken some serious fat manipulation...as women my size tend to measure big...) Still trying to work out/figure out when I will see who for the remainder of this pregnancy. If all goes well with my glucose test, I'll be up in Denver in a month, and back down here in six weeks.

I've gained about 17 lbs so far...so not great, but not terrible either (since I gained over 60 with Eva, I'm really hoping to gain far less with Charlie) but since I am not supposed to gain more than 25 lbs, that means I have 8 lbs of wiggle room in the next 13 to 18 weeks...so not much room there for gaining. I really need to get back on track for exercise. Two things have really seriously contributed to my not exercising. One, I broke my little toe about 2 months ago....it is better now, of course, but it did keep me from exercising for about a month. Two, my very sweet parents gave us money to put in central air for my birthday...and that pretty much ended any ambition to leave the house and head to the rec center to walk on the track with the big fans blowing...

In discussing my OB, my doc here asked about the location. When I told him it was in Cherry Creek (read, ritzy part of Denver, if you aren't a Coloradan!) he teased me about driving my Mercedes there, then asked if we had taken Eva to the Cherry Creek Mall. They have a terrific play area there that is all breakfast foods. So kids get to jump around on bacon and waffles and cereal and sliced bananas, etc. Of course, during my longest appointment, my MIL and mother took Eva over there to play, which she loved. She pounded on the other kids, etc. Well, then my doc told me that a couple of years ago, his daughter was the first confirmed case of influenza in our area. Apparently, they had been at another Denver area mall with a play area with dinosaurs. He came around the corner to see her LICKING the dinosaur...then she came down with the flu. Lesson learned...watch your children closely during flu season, and keep them from licking the mall play equipment! (I can just see Eva doing it, too!)

So, all is well with "Charlie baby" (as Eva likes to say!) and all is well with me for now...of course, come Monday when I have to take my glucose tolerance test, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!