I think I'm on a 3 month roll. I was here at induction then 3 months and now 6.

Enick is 6 months old now. We had out 6 month well visit today. I thought I had a big boy, much bigger than Chi. Turns out I'm wrong. He only weighs 14lbs, and is 26 inches long. That's on the 10% mark for both categories. Same as Malachi. At least until Malachi learned to walk and fell loff the chart completely. I wonder if Enick will do the same.

He's adorable. I don't say that just because he's my son. Although I know I'm baised. He has this fake cough he uses to get everyones attention. He talks a lot, and say's mama. Which is funny because that's a 9 month well visit skill. He wants to play all of the time, and if he's not playing then he gets bored and fusses. He loves toys which Malachi never did.

Just wanted to post stats. I never did tha twith Chi, never did it when Enick was younger and I don't want to forget.

Enoch is three and a half months old now. He's at a really neat age, developing his personality and starting to do more than just sleeping.

He's grabbing at things now, holding on to them and putting them into his mouth. He likes to stand up the most. He holds himself up on his legs really well for his age. He's so active, I wouldn't be surprised if he was walking at a young age, and no crawling.

He talks a lot. It sounds like he is complaining most of the time. I think it's because he wants so badly to move around and grab onto things, but he can't yet.

He has a friend. Her name is Reagan and she lives next door. She is 2 months older than Enoch. They like to look at each other and talk. It's really cute.

He started sleeping for 4 hour stretches at a time now. It's impressive because Chi never slept that long until he was 2 years old.

He's a cute little guy. I often feel bad because I don't get enough time to spend with just him. I miss all the time I had with Malachi just looking at him, taking in his faces and smells and just really enjoying him. It's harder to do that with two of them.

But all in all it's going well and I love having my boys in my life.

As you know I was scheduled for induction Friday morning. They cancelled me, but by Friday afternoon I was having some pretty steady contractions. We started dinner at around 6pm. At this point my contractions were everywhere. So I'm peeling potatoes and stuff and they start getting really close together. They were around 3 mintues apart, so I went to sit down and see if they tapered off. They just got stronger, so we were off to the hospital with our dinner left in partial stages of cooked on the stove. Chi got dropped off with babysitters and we went to observation. My cervix was still only a when we got there. I stayed on monitors from 9-11:30pm. They gave me lots of water to drink to see if maybe I was just dehydrated, my contractions got really strong there reaching way past the 100 mark as far as strength went. So they came in and admitted me, telling me my doctor was not there though, so I would be seen by the on call dr. While in observation the nurse was confused by what she felt when she checked my cervix, it didn't feel like a head, but the ultrasound showed a head. So off to my room I go. The on call dr. came in and checked me. In the half an hour it took for me to drink my water, and get moved to my room my cervix went from a 2 to a 4. She said she was going to have to see what they were feeling and try to get everything out of the way. At this point they though maybe he had his arm up above his head or something. I knew it was bad when the Dr. said, "oh my I haven't seen this in a long time, oh no, oh oh." Not what you want to hear from the Dr. So then she said the words that sent me into a freaked out state of panic. "THIS WILL HAVE TO BE C-SECTION" Enick was coming out nose first. Like his head was stuck in my pelvis bent all the way back. There was no turning him, and since I was suddenly progressing really fast labor wise they had to get him out. I started crying an dpretty much having a panic attack. I did not want a C-section. At this very moment DH's IBS acted up and he ran into the bathroom. I just sat there and bawled while MIL tried to comfort me. It wasn't working and my fit stressed Enick out. They lost his heartbeat and all of a sudden there were like 5 people in my room and they were sticking a hat on my head and pushing me off. DH was still in the bathroom. I stopped my fit because I realized I was hurting the situation. So I just sat there, got my spinal which was not bad and tried to stay calm. Before I knew it they were cutting, and in staggered DH. It took a really long time for them to get him out. They just kept tugging and tugging. I was starting to get worried again when I heard Enick cry. His apgars were 9/9. It totally sucked not getting to hold him first and only getting peeks of him. I managed to throw up all over myself while getting stitched back up, that was nice, NOT! But soon enough I was in my original bed, with baby next to me going back to my room. I felt really odd. Like my legs felt bent, even though they were straight. It was so strange. So that's about it. This C-section stuff sucks, but I'm happy to have a healthy baby boy. He looks exactly like big bro did, just a little bigger. He nurses like a champion. Hates the paci and the bottle, just like Malachi. He's up now I better go, here is a link to some pics. Sorry this was so long.

So my pregancy journal fell flat at only 6 weeks. Go figure. I never claimed to be good at this blogging. Lets see what I can remember. I was sick until about 16 weeks. Then I got food poisoning. GREAT. Leave it to me to poison my family with the chicken. Luckily my son didn't eat as usual, so he didn't get sick. I've never been so happy that he didn't eat in my life.

Other momentous pergnancy occasions include the day that I cut my thumb down to the bone. We were at a barbeque at Gabby and Carlo's. I guess it was probably for some holiday or another. I was making my famouse salsa and trying to pit an avacado. Well avacado's are slippery and I was not all there anyway, being sick and tired. I was talking to a girl and the knife just slipped. It cut me so fast I didn't even realize what had happened for a second. I looked at my thumb and I saw bone. It was awful. I tried to stay calm and administer first aid on myself to stop the bleeding. Tim and Malachi rushed to the car and we went to a small clinic. They couldn't deal with that sort of cut so off we went to the hospital. Our family had not eaten yet though, so we stopped at Mcdonalds first to feed Malachi. Ha Ha. Even with limbs hanging off I have to make sure we've eaten after all. Turns out I did some severe damage. they stitched me up after trying unsuccesfully to find a hand doctor who could look at me. I left the hospital having suffered many needles and the knowledge that I now had to go to a hand specialist because I had cut my tendons and could no longer bend my thumb.

The specialist didn't have great news. He could repair the tendons, but I would probablky never regain movement in my thumb. I had to have the operation immediatly. But I was 11 weeks pregnant at the time. If you recall I though I was having a miscarriage with Malachi at that exact same gestation., so I wasn't fond of doing anything that would stress me or my body out. So I decided against surgury. After all I can live without a bendy thumb, but should I have hurt my baby due to the operation I couldn't live with myself. So here I am, with only one opposable thumb. I don't regret the decision. Sometimes I think of it as though I'm only 26 years old and I"m slowly breaking. My thumb doesn't work. I hope that with age arthiritis doesn't hurt it more.

So that was 11 weeks. I guess I went backwards there. I found out the sex of the baby at a little over 20 weeks. I thought we were going to have a girl. I really did. The pregancy was so different up to this point. But alas, another boy. I won' tlie, I was dissapointed at first. I smiled and called my mom and pretended to be happy. But I was fighting back tears. I love my boys, don't get me wrong. I reallyr eally love them. But I couldn't help but to think of all the things I was going to miss witha girl. The boyfriends, the dressing up, the grandchildren and marriage. All of those female life passages that I went through. What doI know about boys after all? But I couldn't stay upset for long. After all my baby was healthy and that's what really counts. Plus we already know how to take care of a boy right? Well we try.

I stayed working this whole time. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than staying home with Malachi think. 2 year oldsn' rarely understand the complexities that are pregnant woman. So he went to daycare and I went to work. I finallyhad to wean him at 23 weeks pregnant from breastfeeding. I just couldn't handle it anymore. The though of it made me want to scream. I guess it was my bodies way of letting me know I was already low in nutrients just with the pregnancy, much less feeding a 2 year old. We got Chi into his own bed around my 7th month of pregnancy when I got tired of being kicked at night.

The pregnancy wasn't bad after the first trimester. I was tired of course. I had horrible heartburn, so bad I had to take Nexium, up the dose, and even then it didn't work totally. I thought this guy would come early, but of course not. I was at 135 lbs, and I feared the baby was huge. The doctors told me he was going to be.

But he wasn't coming out either. I guess my children enjoy thier home in my belly.

I'm getting ahead of myself. I forgot the most significant change that occured during this pregnancy. We bought our first house as a couple. A beautiful 4 bedroom 2 1/2 bath home. I had this great idea that we could paint the house before we moved in. The WHOLE house! 2800 sq feet. When I was about 6 1/2 months pregnant. HA! Well we closed on the 30th of Decemeber, my birthday. So we painted. It was not fun. It was really hard. My body hurt. I worried that the paint might be hurting the baby. But I also kept things ventilated and tried to be as careful as possible. It was a tough time in our marriage. Pregnancy does things to me, I get mean. SO I was mad at Tim for a long time and he got tired of it. Poor thing, I can't blame him.

But we did it and moved in. I wanted to decorate the nursery in firetrucks, but couldn't find any affordable bedding. So we went with boats instead. It's pretty cute.

So eventually my due date came and went. I guess I"ll stop here for now and come back. I need to go and finish painting Malachi's room. It's July 10th, 2006. I'm doing a train theme in his room. It should be cute, but I need to get going while Enick is sleeping. Wow, I didn't even write about how we figured out his name. I still have so much to write. SO until then....

Well, here we are, around 6 weeks along. Gee this baby is HUGE! I am already showing, and most of my dress pants will unsnap if I sit in a certain way. I had to tell my boss I was pregnant today because most of my clothes make it reather obvious. I don't think I was this big with Chi until at least 5 months.

I have sickness everyother day. I'm pretty tired most days, but only really naseous sometimes. I think the days I'm home with Chi are worse than others, mostly because I'm a lot more active those days. Of course I just had some fruit snacks today at work and they did not sit well with me.

I'm craving spanish food. Or food with tomatoes. Although I've been a lot healthier than I would generally be. My boss eats very healthy and always brings me lunch. Today I had fruit and cottage cheese for lunch. I was surprised it filled me up, but it was actually very yummy.

Tim just found out that his cube-mates wife is expecting as well. We will be competing for due dates. I'm very excited, this way he has someone to talk to about pregnancy stuff who will understand.

I re-took the pg test yesterday because my symptoms are so random. I got the plus sign, so were still a go. I shouldn't complain about not being sick, I just worry sometimes. I am very tired, oh how I wish for a nap.

My mom is excited again. She is going to try to take 6 weeks of vacation when baby jujubee comes so she can help. That will be great! I'm very excited.

Tim told his parents last night. Not sure thier reaction, although I'm sure it wasn't negative.

That's all for today. Did I mention I'm exhausted?

Well, here we go again. Were pregnant! I though I would do a pregnacy journal this time. Since it's our last I thought it might be nice to keep. I feel a little sad that I didn't do a journal for Malachi. I hope I can sit down one day and write all that I remember about pregnancy and delivery. I do hope to be better about being organized this time.

So it all started before July 4th weekend. I forgot to take a few of my birth control pills, and so I knew I could get pregnant. After we concieved I just knew it. I think immediatly I could feel the new little baby growing inside. I can feel the baby in there, as small as he/she might be.

I'm three weeks along right now. I just called my mom to tell her. She didn't seem overly excited, although she has the stomach flu, so she doesn't feel great about anything.

I'm working this pregnancy, which is different. I actually think it's a very good thing, since I just sit around most of the day anyway. That allows me to get more rest than chasing a toddler does. Also, since Chi is in daycare he's learning to be more independent, which is going to be huge once baby comes. Tim has a lot to do now that I'm working and he's done so well and so much. I'm really lucky to have such a great Hubby, and such a sweet little boy.

I've been very tired. Mostly in the afternoons and evenings I just bomb energy wise. I also have a period between 1:00pm and 3:00pm where I just don't feel great. Thankfully I'm not nauseous, I"m crossing my fingers that I don't become so.

I'm hungry like you would not believe. I think I could outeat the best of them. I'm craving big meals, like steak and potatoes, probably for the iron. I've been drinking ensure as well to make sure I"m getting all the nutrients I need.

I'm still nursing Chi, and I know that accounts for a lot of the hunger. I'm hoping he weans himself soon, I've read a lot about pregnancy and nursing and I'm confident in my ability to do it. I started on the March playgroup on the message boards I like to visit. Hopefully they will be as supportive as the August Busy Bees have been.

My first docs appointement is on August 18th 2006. I had a hard time picking%2