We received notification today that our insurance is going to cover our home birth. We had to pay out of pocket for the last and what, with California being twice the cost of Colorado, this is great news.

We received notification today that our insurance is going to cover our home birth. We had to pay out of pocket for the last and what, with California being twice the cost of Colorado, this is great news.

It’s been a pretty great week for the boy. He has had some of his favorite people here for a visit (especially Cousin) and he went on a lot of fun adventures:

  • Thursday: the Battleship USS Iowa
  • Friday: the Aquarium of the Pacific
  • Saturday: Knott’s Berry Farm and Medieval Times
  • Sunday: the Orange County Fair
  • Monday: Disney California Adventure and The Rainforest Cafe

The family is leaving today otherwise I think he would be happy to keep exploring. Momma and Papa, however, are beyond exhausted. 

My boy has never been very attached to any particular thing—like a toy or blanket. I’ve always assumed it was because he was what my mom calls a “titi baby” and felt more than secure enough in his nursing/sleeping relationship with me. Since weaning and moving to his own bed, however, (all within the last month or two) I’ve noticed him take to cuddling this bunny. He doesn’t take it anywhere or get particularly excited when he sees it—it’s just sort of there for when he finally settles in to sleep.

I’m glad he picked the bunny though. It’s probably the most expensive stuffed animal he owns; although I bought it at a kids boutique because it was the least expensive thing I could find.

And given her rather poor professionalism she sent us all the files from our two year session as well as the above, our holiday session, at no charge. It’s a fair gesture that certainly helps mitigate our frustration. 

Five months later, we’ve finally received the digital files for our two year pictures. Following this experience, I will be a bit more careful when selecting a photographer in the future. I’m trying not to complain too much because, hey, at least I have some pictures. 

16 Weeks

  • Heading north on the 405 and I jumped directly into the HOV lane, forgetting that I did not, in fact, have my son in the car.  But the baby in my belly counts, right?
  • Speaking of the baby in my belly, that little turkey kept giving us the slip while trying to hear the heartbeat today. We eventually cornered the booger.
  • B stayed with Cousin while we were at the appointment. He doesn’t want to be separated from him and everything thing Ki Ki does, the boy does also; so when Uncle took Cousin’s height, he jumped in line to get a turn as well: 34 1/2 inches. 

My husband has a bit of a green thumb and doesn’t mind spending time (and money) on outdoor space. Since it usually involves dirt, B doesn’t mind helping out and as we bought him his own gardening tools, he is perfectly equipped to do so. 

15 Weeks

  • The weight loss has finally subsided—after loosing twenty pounds in eight weeks, I’ve spent the last three adding a few to my frame. 
  • This is largely due to the small but increasingly broader range of food I have been able to consume, though not very broad really.
  • I haven’t taken a single picture of myself, however, largely because I am somewhat embarrassed by the size of my belly. It would probably be an exaggeration to say I already look to be in my third trimester but it would be exactly correct to say I feel that way. 
  • On a positive note, we have finally engaged a midwife for our home birth and our first appointment is next week.