I went to the OB today. Baby #3's heart rate was 160. That's on the low side if the slow for boy/fast for girl is true, and so far it has been with my pregnancies. Punky's was always in the high 160's and low 170's and Chicken's was always in the high 150's to mid 160's. That heart rate better get faster soon! No more boys!
Chicken has been trying us a lot lately, as has Punky. They've both discovered their will's and I think they're in cahoots sometimes on how they're going to drive me crazy each day. Just the other day, I found them in the bathroom, door closed, light off and when I opened the door they both started giggling. A little disconcerting considering I'm about to be even more outnumbered. It's also sweet in a shoot-myself-in-the-foot kind of way because I love to see them being friends already.
Punky is going to be two in only a matter of weeks. My little baby has turned into a toddler who walks, talks, refuses to poop in the potty, and feeds herself. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with #3 is this old and i'm not needed as much. My life has been so involved with infants for 2 years now I just can't imagine how it's going to feel to tell them to go play in their rooms and not have to worry about them as much.
Chicken will be one next month, too. I can't believe he's going to be so big! His stubborn streak is on its way out...one way or another I will win. He loves our DVD cabinet but he simply doesn't understand (or care, rather) that there is punishment for his disobedience. I actually have decided that he's made up his mind that the punishment is well worth it just to have a few seconds of winning glory with the DVD of the day. The turkey. I will win. I will win. I will win. This is my mantra lately.
Nothing else really to update. I guess I'll write again when there is more to say! Hope everyone is well!