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 She instructs me now to how many ponytails she needs in the morning.  And has gotten very particular about what she wears (today getting her to wear anything on her lower half was a challenge).

Yesterday we were talking about the new baby (is in, "don't kick my stomach because it hurts me and the baby!!")... I bring it up here and there to see what she'll say.  Yesterday after talking about how there is a tiny baby in my stomach she pulled up my shirt and said, "kate see.  open!" and patted my stomach.  I then had to explain that she couldn't look inside and we'd have to wait for the baby to come out on it's own.

We've had similar discussions about food... I might have to start differentiating between these...

The Toddler Brain

I forget sometime I'm dealing with a person.

I started my prep work yesterday for Kate.  We leave Saturday to fly to Cali and are taking two separate planes (long story) and Paul is taking Kate.  Knowing my daughter, I know she needs a heads-up if the routine is drastically changing.

Well, she sure latched on to the warning, but being a toddler disregarded all time markers like "Saturday."  So, she got out her suitcase last night and started packing.  She packed up what she thought she needed (sunglasses, a stuffed dog, a book) and proclaimed she was leaving for the plane.  When we told her we weren't going on the plane yet and she'd be sleeping at home, she promptly stayed "Kate sleep Nana Papa's house."  Apparently the overnight the other weekend went exceedingly well and now she is ready to leave home.

This morning she stayed on her one track, proclaiming early, "see GG (her great grandma), see Nori (my sister's dog)."  And so we learn of a child's true priorities.

Forecast

Partial sun and windy

Halloween Recap

After learning that kids' Halloween costumes cost $50 a pop I went the home-made route.  One pair of black stockings, a headband and a belt later we had a cat.

Kate had her fall festival at her school on Thursday and then her first trick-or-treating on Halloween night.  Here she is at fall festival looking for treats in the hay and posing with dad...

On Halloween she got into the whole trick-or-treating thing really fast even though she had no idea what candy was until the very end when she got to eat a snicker's bar.  So cute...

This is when ya'll regret that I am designated blogger

I hate first trimester.  No fun clothes.  You aren't really showing and aren't really excited because it's so far away.  And you're sick as a freaking dog that ate all the Halloween candy.

All I want is to find food appealing again.  I used to watch those movies of those women having weird cravings and needing ice cream at a strange hour and think it was kinda strange their husbands would actually go buy it.  I mean, just eat something else.

But now, I get it.  You can't.  I can't eat anything.  Except, once in a while, I'm lucky enough to think about something I might be able to eat and get it down if I eat it RIGHT THEN. 

Yesterday was my first nausea free day (don't get to excited, cause today is back to normal).  So I have decided that I am going to eat every day what I ate yesterday:  milk in the morning, yogurt and oats, a slice of pizza, a blueberry muffin, a smoothie with protein, a carnation breakfast shake, and mashed potatoes.  Spread out carefully so my stomach was never empty nor full.  It was the BEST DAY EVER!

This is seriously so much worse than Kate.  But, I guess the flipside is that I am WAY less tired.  I call it:  adreneline.  When I finally do lie down to sleep I can't.  Then I wake up at a quarter to six when Paul leaves and can't fall back asleep.  It's absurd.  I am counting the days.  We better seriously like this kid.

Okay okay, so Kate...

No Celiac's!  Yay!  And... booo.... the doc is still concerned, so we go back to the GI specialist in December.  I really wanted her to say something like, "well, since it isn't Celiac's and she is doing okay, let's just forget all about this."  But it must have something to do with the fact she weighs only two pounds more than she did last year and is about a head taller... gives beanpole a new meaning if we continue at this rate...

Daddy P is doing his best to take care of his girls despite being swamped at work.  He's pretty overwhelmed, but still managing to do things to help me get food when I need it, make dinner since I can't fathom cooking meat, and watch Kate so I can nap.  We ended up (sadly) hiring a babysitter last night just so we both could work late.  Poor Kate.  I didn't plan work-pregnancy well.  When it was taking a while to get pregnant I decided to go ahead and take on a bunch of stuff and then (of course) baby!  And now I am just doing what I can until I can crawl in bed.

In an attempt to prepare for daylight savings time we have  been keeping Kate up 15 minutes later every two nights and setting her "alarm" later every morning.  Guess which one is working.  Yep, she's going to bed at 8:30, falling asleep around 9, and getting up at her normal 6:30am time.  Geesh.  There was one morning she lasted until 7:15am.  I am hoping that some miracle occurs so that she doesn't wake up at 5:30 on Monday morning...

So, thanks for indulging a hormone crazed pregnant woman in some good ole fashioned complaining...  Your reward:
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Here's my sweetie carefully eating all the raisins out of her raisin toast