School and a couple of scares...

Today starts Evan's second week of school for the summer. He is actually going to school two days a week (Mondays and Wednesdays) ALL DAY! But I don't know if it is harder on me or on him. He just cries and cries when I leave him and begs to go back to "Momma's car". So not only do I miss him to pieces when he is gone, I feel terrible about even leaving him in the first place. But it truly couldn't come at a better time. The little tyke is getting more and more active and this Momma is getting more and more pregnant. Not a real good combination.

Actually yesterday, a portion of my day was spent at St. John's. About 4 am, I had started feeling really crampy and just kind of yucky. I just laid around all day and Matt took Evan out to let me really rest. But after several hours of no relief, I went ahead and called to speak to the doctor on call. He asked if it was my first child and then asked if I had delivered early. When I said yes, he told me to go immediately to Labor and Delivery. Mom met us there and took Evan with her and Matt and I went up to the triage area. And then I started kind of freaking out. At first I was okay but then they wanted to know if I wanted the newspaper to announce the birth and if I had a peditriacian picked out. Today it makes sense...they were just filling out paperwork and I won't have to do it when I actually go to deliver. But I all could think at the time was "I AM NOT HAVING THIS BABY TODAY! SO STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS LIKE THIS!"

After some monitoring and a few tests, it was determined that I was having some uterine contractions, but I wasn't dilated and the baby is wonderful. I am just supposed to take it easy until my appointment on Wednesday. Probably some of the pain is from ligament stretching...which is weird to me that it would be worse with the second kiddo than the first.

And just because I think the pictures are so cute (and that kind of makes me sound like a mean mom!)...this weekend, Evan and I made brownies. The first picture didn't turn out.


So, I asked if he would let me take one more picture and he surprisingly agreed.


Unfortunately, the second I took this picture, he took a step back and fell right off the chair. I went over and comforted him and Evan kept saying "Sorry no picture momma". It was so sweet. Then he climbed right back on the chair and smiled really big and said cheese...just so I could get his picture. What a trooper, huh? We won't tell him the first one turned out.