Giving Thanks

Wow! I can't believe it's been so long since I updated! B is now 4 months old and we all survived her first cold. We also survived her first long car trip.

We spent Thanksgiving in NH with my family, and I was a little nervous about the trip. I rode up with my mom, because the husband had to work Thanksgiving morning. She's a hideously slow driver, and most rides in the car have a soundtrack of me saying, "You cannot be the slowest car on the road! It's just not safe!" Because when you're on I-95 surrounded by trucks blowing by at 80 and 90, you do not want to be in the Accord going 67. Yes, she sets her cruise control for 67, and even then she's nervous going those two whole miles per hour over the speed limit. Oy vey. Anyway, we stopped a few times on the way up, mostly for me to pee, because my bladder just isn't what it used to be. We only stopped for me to feed B once. She did get a bit cranky towards the end of the trip, but I was cranky too, so I don't blame her. The trip home was much better. I think it took us a little over 3 hours, only stopping for me.

Despite the recent loss of my dad, there was much to be thankful for this year. Last Thanksgiving I was miserable for so many reasons. This year we were surrounded by all the new babies. They were all so much fun and so good. It's amazing how much has changed in a year.

Just over a year ago I got my BFP. I never thought I'd see that. Every day when I look at little B I'm amazed that she's here. She's such a happy girl. Always wakes up with a smile. Always chatty and giggling. I barely remember what it's like to not have her here.

Teeth!

For the last couple of weeks I've suspected B was beginning to teethe, but some friends of mine thought that she was just drooling so much because that's what babies do at 3 months old. I could even see two little bulges in her bottom gums, but thought it would take a while for them to pop through.

This morning there were two new little choppers in her mouth that weren't there yesterday! Unfortunately my sweet, smiley, non-crying girl has turned into a screaming demon. I'm so glad I bought some Hyland's Teething Tablets last week at Babies R Us!

I know they're hard to see - because it's tough to aim a cell phone camera at a screaming, writhing baby - but they're there!

Happy Halloween!

Boo!

Smiley Girl is Ready for Baseball!

I love when I hear her fussing in her crib and I go in to check on her and she just looks up and smiles at me as if to say "Hey Mamma! I was just missing you, so I wanted you to come in and look at me!"










This is just a bonus picture because her daddy is a Mets fan, and I have better taste than that!

Bring Rayna Home!

Rayna has been found! Thank you to anyone that passed this information on.

Seeing Ghosts

My dad passed away last week after a very long battle with Alzheimer's Disease. It was very much for the best, as he'd been suffering for at least 10 years. A friend said to me that he was able to go because my sister and I had both been recently blessed with the babies we'd tried so hard and so long to have. I actually had a feeling when I had B that it would finally be his time to leave us. Little did I know how true that would be just 10 weeks later. It makes me very sad that my father had three grandchildren that he not even never met, but never even knew he had.

The last three nights while I was feeding B in the middle of the night, she suddenly went from very sleepy to wide awake, turning her head up and to the left, eyes looking towards the ceiling, and began to giggle. The giggling went on for minutes at a time. I hadn't said it out loud to anyone, but I've been thinking that it's my dad looking down at her and making her laugh. I mentioned it to the husband last night and he said "she's talking to ghosts." Then I mentioned it to my mom today and she said that she was looking at ghosts. I'm sure they're both thinking the same as me.

Just call me "Baldy"

The post-partum hair loss has begun! Between hair loss from my anemia and this, I'm going to be balder than the hubby before the end of the year.