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January 14, 2003
Well here I am. A week and a bit “post move” and feeling no better about our current living situation. Maxwell is still only allowed in three rooms of the house. So he is going CRAZY. Mike has been working like CRAZY and has had very little time to fix anything. And me? I am just permanently angry that some CRAZY woman is living in my beautiful house. I know, I know. I need to take a deep breath and look on the bright side. At least Mike can wear his “wife beater” with pride! JOKING OF COURSE!!
MAXWELL – Oh Lord give me strength!
I can remember back to the days when we were DYING to hear those first little words out of Maxwell’s mouth. It really wasn’t that long ago when our home was filled with quiet, baby talk that we both found so amusing. But now his vocabulary has EXPLODED! His lips are never still! They are in constant motion! He is driving everyone crazy! During the whole “shut-up” stage we would say, “Don’t say that word”! Well now he has become the Dictator of Bad Words! He can hear even the most innocent negative word from MILES AWAY! “Don’t say that word” has now become a regular part of his daily vocabulary! We don’t say anything without very carefully thinking it through!
I picked Maxwell up from my Mom’s the other day and she looked unusually frazzled. I could tell that the constant chatter has pushed her to her limit. She was very ready for it to be Mommy’s turn. I stayed at my Mom’s for about an hour to chat and have a quick bite to eat. He never stopped talking. I had gone in one measly hour from thrilled to see him to excited for bed time! We got into the car and he didn’t miss a beat:
“Our car is dirty Mom”
“Did you have a good day?”
“I saw a birdie, and a kitty, and a cow, and a donkey…”
“I’m hungry, can I have a snack?”
“Where’s Daddy?”
“He fixes the lights Mom. Did you know that Daddy fixes the lights?”
This all occurred while buckling him into his car seat. I sat down and made sure that I put my seat belt on just in case I had the sudden erg to turn around and quiet him myself! He continued to talk and I asked him to try the “let’s see who can be quiet the longest” game. It last for about 2.1 seconds. We pulled up to a stoplight and he began again:
“Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red. Red…”
“GREEN MOM! It’s GREEN!”
Oh Lord, give me strength!
DINNER AND THE RADIOLOGIST
My entire family ventured out for a late supper the other night at a little place called Fogg and Sudds. I should have known that Maxwell vs. Restaurant would be interesting that night. He was wired. No nap and still going strong. The first waitress that he saw was instructed by the sweet, little blonde two-year-old to bring him some chocolate milk. My fake laugh was in full force.
“What do say Maxwell?”
“Scuse me!”
“No Honey. What about please?”
“Thank you.”
Whatever. At least it was polite. He then discovered that the little, plastic booster seat had many more interesting uses that just sitting on. It could be a stool, a weapon, a boat, a horse, a “ship like ‘Stitch’ has in the new movie you bought me”…you name it. He was wild. Finally when his $7.99 hotdog and fries arrived he sat down. His mouth was full. We had silence. The waitress brought my mom her cup of coffee and spilled it on Maxwell arm. The silence was broken with a vengeance. I am not sure who I was trying to calm more; Maxwell or the young waitress. There were no burns because of course the coffee was barely warm. We stripped Maxwell out of his shirt and he was thrilled that he got to finish his meal “naked”.
I was surprised to look up from my clubhouse to find our friendly neighborhood Radiologist standing over me. He asked if the rumor was true. I confirmed that we were once again expecting and he was thrilled. It felt so weird to see him again. The last time I saw him his face was covered in tears. I told him that I had been meaning to call him. I explained that I am absolutely terrified to get my ultrasound done. I don’t know how I am going to walk into that building again. I can remember everything about the last time I was there. The dress I wore. Hell, the underwear I wore. The way I had my hair done. Everything. He told me that he would do anything I wanted to make it easier. If I wanted to meet him at 10:00 at night I could. We would be the only ones there. He said he would sit with me for hours if I wanted and answer all of my questions. He is truly a fabulous man. I told him that I would be in touch and left the restaurant feeling a bit better about the next 5 weeks.
PREGNANCY FACTS
Still sick. I can’t seem to shake it. Morning, noon and night.
Getting very, very large. I am a whopping 12 weeks and already in full (and I mean full) blown maternity clothes. I have been like this with each of my pregnancies, but sort of hoped it would be different this time.
Maxwell is very excited. He says that he is having a sister named Sophia. He kisses “her” goodnight and is always asking me what “she” is doing. Tough to say. So far she has cleaned her room, gone shopping and made dinner. “She” is already a very talented girl…given what she has to work with in there!
Ok, ok I have blabbed enough for this entry. I want to say good luck to my good friend Marnie who is ready to pop at any second! I am so excited for you and hope that everything goes GREAT! It is really nice to see that some of the LONG AWAITED diary moves are finally happening. Hello to all of the new MT writers!
Love Nicole
Next Dr. Appointment – January 20th…yes…I put it off!
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