I got a sweet text from Jett's teacher he had read his first book to her. He has read a few little readers to us, but Cullen swears he had them memorized. He read it to everyone that stood still long enough to hear him Thursday. He was so excited. What a great end to a four day week. Look out SNOW day.
Size of baby: At the 32 week appointment baby boy measured 5.5lbs.
Total Weight Gain/Loss: 20 lbs- which is still a lot less than I gained with JettBoy
Maternity Clothes: Not often. I bought a pair of maternity tights and this week a coworker let me borrow two pairs of black maternity pants, but on average I'm wearing my clothes just slung under my belly.
Gender: Its’ a Boy
Movement: He has his moments of movement, but I can tell he is starting to slow down. He usually cuts up around 3:45 every morning, again around 6:30 and I notice him more between 5-7 at night.
Sleep: I love to sleep. This is the first week I noticed having plenty of sleep but waking up tired. I have been fortunate this week to be in bed most nights by seven thirty and I wake up by 3:45 in the morning. I get up several times in the night, but I have no problem falling right back to sleep.
What I miss: I miss not getting out of breath when carrying on a conversation.
Cravings: Sweets have been my weakness since Christmas.
Symptoms: My stomach is out there for sure. I haven't swelled much this time around. I go to the bathroom A LOT, but that about my only symptom.
Best Moment this month: Seeing Jett at the Ultrasound appointment. He kept holding the picture saying, "Isn't he the cutest?"
The flu took me down the day after Christmas. I thought it was a sinus infection. By lunch, I thought I should make an appointment in case it was something worse. Through the night I knew I was infected with flu. By lunch the next day I knew I should have made my appointment before 1:00. I didn't move much from the bed except to get gatorade or go to the bathroom. Mom came by and delivered chicken noodle soup. The next day she brought more homemade chicken goodies. I foolishly thought I felt a little better. The cough set in on Friday and I thought I was near death. Back at the doctor I was told I had pleurisy. Jett came down with the flu that afternoon.
He fought hard with fever to play. My bed became ours and it was littered with trains.
Each day I made sure we showered and stripped sheets. We had to keep clorox and lysol close to make us feel like we were combatting the awful sickness. By Sunday I was on the mend, but Jett's sickness turned to ear pain and then drainage. Cullen's mom dropped McAlister's soups and sweet tea off for us to give us time to not have to cook.
On Sunday mom delivered breakfast for Jett since he missed spending the night with her for their normal Saturday night date. Jett struggled through New Year's Day and by Tuesday we were at the ENT for steroids. It was the miracle we needed to get him on the road to recovery and with multiple naps we made it through, just in time to start back to school.
Jett was asked to sing the song Happy Birthday Jesus at our candlelight service. He started practicing in October. I was a nervous wreck. I worried he would pick his nose or would need to go potty. He stood up, took the mic and sang. He missed a few words, but he had a great pitch, made the key change and we all got through it with no hitches. Afterwards we went to my uncle and aunts Christmas gathering and then got home to be ready for Santa.
Cullen didn't love this outfit. I used the "he isn't five yet excuse." The text conversation leading up to them walking to church while I was at band practice was less than pleasant but he made it to church wearing this darling outfit.