Ms. Wilson and I went to MECA the state educational technology conference. We were able to meet Kim Beardon from the Ron Clark Academy. While going this late in my pregnancy wasn't the best idea I made it. We were treated to some wonderful dinners by vendors. Ms. Wilson and I both were struck with a little sickness but we made it home without major incident after the early morning stomach issues.
It was supposed to be an experience when I entered him into the reading fair with his classmates. Well they won at the district level. And so they went on to compete at the regional level. It was on the worst possible day. I had the district job fair. Cullen and one of the other mom's had a soccer tournament so my mom stepped in and handled the wait with Jett. I was there just in time for the awards. It was a LONG wait for little ones. They did not move on, but they were there and they competed.
He didn't have a party this year. We were busy with a baby brother and all the things that go along with getting ready. We did set aside some time to celebrate the big boy though.
We met Cullen's parents at Old Taylor for dinner with the birthday boy.
At school with his class we had cupcakes and he had a Happy Meal.
And to finish out the day we let him pick his place and he chose dinner at Chic-fil-A with his Sadie.
He is such a big kid, but I still see some baby in him. He loves to snuggle still loves a train. He will always travel with a toy. He isn't a fan of screen time. He enjoys going to church and when he doesn't he goes any way. He spends his nights playing in the floor with all his toys. He enjoys collecting rocks, riding his scooter, and playing. If he could play all day he would. He makes me so thankful. Jett Boy Pollard you make this life worth living.
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?"
Oh dear, I was not thinking when I said I would direct a wedding at 35 weeks pregnant. It turned out to be a gorgeous weekend. Prior to the wedding school was shut down for snow and ice. Cullen drove me to the rehearsal dinner. Addison and Tharp were married in front of a gorgeous fireplace at the Jefferson. The catering was done by Elizabeth Hieskel. The flowers were from Oxford Floral. The cake was from the Cakery of Oxford.
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.