Sunday, March 22, 2015

The Starfish Baby

Each baby I've been given the honor to carry, has always received a nickname.  It's a nice way to personalize each baby when you don't know the gender and I think it's been a great way for Josh and myself to bond with each baby too. 

Our first baby, which we lost after I had only known I was pregnant for about a week and a half, was nicknamed Baby Champ.  This was because throughout the short pregnancy, I was bleeding a lot and had also lost my brother.  We thought that if this baby could pull through all that, he/she was certainly a champion.

Our second baby, which we miscarried at 10.5 weeks, was given the name Baby Poggie.  POG stands for Pot of Gold.  I had been driving home from work one day, feeling extra nervous and scared and frightened about the pregnancy and had seen a beautiful rainbow.  Rainbows have always had a big significance in my family.  We've always talked about them and thought they were a way for our angels to kinda say hi to us and let us know they were watching over us and I felt more peaceful seeing that rainbow and the nickname was born from that.

When being pregnant with my twins, they had two main nicknames.  One was The Sprouts, which was because they were due in May when things were going to be springing up and growing just like my belly.  I always thought it was cute to picture them as two little potatoes :)  That was the most common name for them.  Josh and I also called them Orangejello and Lemonjello, which were two actual given names to twins my mom took care of in the NICU.

As soon as I found out I was pregnant with this time, as per usual, my mom immediately asked me what this baby might be called.  She loved coming up with or hearing about these nicknames just as much or more than I did.  Because of 'my crazy,' I didn't want to talk about it... hello?! I just found out I was pregnant lady!  But, she persisted, also as usual :)  We knew I had gotten pregnant sometime at the end of July or early August, which was clearly summer so we wanted to come up with something summery.  We threw around several options and one was The Starfish Baby.  I wasn't sure if I liked that yet so I decided to think on it.  The more I thought about that, the more that name made sense for more reasons than just the summer thing.  Starfish have five radiating arms.  This would be the FIFTH baby I would carry.  Also, if/when this baby was born (see, 'my crazy' dictates that I put if), he/she would make us into a family of FIVE: Josh, Kristin, Nolan, Judah, and Hundt Baby 3.  This name was perfect. 

Way to go, Mom, you hit this one out of the park. 

Starfish Baby, we can't wait to meet you.
<3  

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

What's up with Nolan and Judah: 18-21 months

The very shot number of blogs I've published lately have been all about the new pregnancy, which is totally NOT fair to my precious, growing, smart boys :)  In case you were wondering, I wanted to give you an update on what's been going on with them...

First of all, both of them love to say prayers, get into things they shouldn't, and generally 'destroy' our house on a daily basis.  They are also very sweet with my belly and touch it and kiss it and say hi to the 'baby.' 

JUDAH MATTHEW:
As I write this, Nolan and Judah should be napping.  However, I am hearing Judah make noise in his monitor after he's only been asleep for about an hour and fifteen minutes, which is NOT an acceptable nap.  This is kinda perfect in a way, because Judah's sleeping has been very special over these last few months.  We may just need to accept that he's an early riser... sometimes even in the 5s (Ugh).  He will go through stretches of waking up early, not taking great naps, and taking a while to fall asleep and then he'll go through stretches of sleeping great.  Both are always for several days in a row.  He went through a nasty sleep regression around 19 months where we couldn't figure him out at all and it was driving us crazy.  I'm sure it was driving Nolan even more crazy, who MUST get his beauty rest. 

Other things about Judah:
  • Judah will not laugh more loudly or deeply than when Nolan makes him laugh
  • He is my little sous chef... he loves to watch me cook and also likes to play with bowls, pots, pans, and mix things in there to pretend he's cooking
  • His stuffed animals and blanket are everything to him
  • He often prefers to "independently" read.
  • He is obsessed with Josh; when he is home, he wants to be constantly near him or held by him
  • When Judah gets hurt, he wants a 'snuggle' where he comes and puts his head on your shoulder for a bit.  Then, he's usually over it.  He is SUPER tough; he has to be with our bull (Nolan) around him. 
  • Judah thinks being told no is very funny, which has landed him in some time outs, but he's learning I think :)
  • This man loves shoes!
  • He loves to play hide and seek or "where's Judah?!"
  • He cries like someone is torturing him when he's getting his diaper changed
Judah also has lots of words in his vocabulary, but he seems to be that kind of person that chooses them carefully.

Some of Judah's favorite things to do are take baths, snuggle with stuffed animals, walk around the house with big people shoes on, "cook," break closet doors, climb on chairs, shake TVs, build things with big blocks, "clean" the house, find things we've been looking for or that have been lost for a while, laugh at anything Nolan does, read books, press buttons, run away from you when it's time to go in a high chair, go down stairs, or get ready to leave the house. 
Can't get my head through!

A master with a fork!

That sums him up perfect: mostly naked, climbing on something, and yelling

Too cute, I can't!



"Grocery shopping"

Swag.
NOLAN GERARD:
My first born is just as demonstrative as ever and every bit a walking contradiction. 
  • He is INCREDIBLY thoughtful with people and has such a strong awareness of how others are feeling, but at the same time, doesn't think AT ALL before he makes decisions.
  • He is a walking accident, running into doors, corners, falling over anything on the floor (because he is never looking where he is walking), and takes those all in stride, but the second something upsets him, it takes him FOREVER to get over it.
  • He craves routine and structure, but finger paints like he has no control over his hands.  His art is unstructured, messy, and all mixed together, which is not at all what he likes his daily life to be.
  • He will tinker with things (doorknobs, tools, puzzles) with such determination and focus, but can get frustrated early and give up quickly if he doesn't master things right away.
  • He is a daredevil and a complete scardy-cat in one package... you figure that one out :)
Nolan also has these precious quirks that I LOVE!  If he knows a door is open that is supposed to be shut, he MUST shut it.  It bothers him if our bedtime music is still on when we start reading books.  When he plays with blocks, he likes to make towers that are all the same shapes and all the same color. 

He LOVES Judah... just LOVES him.  He wants to hug him and kiss him.

He also LOVES to talk and will copy cat just about anything you say.  He especially likes to try and say big words. 

He experiences every single emotion deeply. 

His favorite activities are to read books (that is #1), take baths, go outside, un baby proof things in our house, climb on chairs, play with anything he 'shouldn't', pretend to be on the phone, play with those giant-sized legos, make Judah laugh, say animal sounds, and did I mention, climb?!

Outside and loving it, of course!
 
"Helping" me make dinner
 
This.Is.Nolan.
 
One of his favorite faces to make
 
Nothing better for him than a good book #GeniusHour







 

Monday, March 16, 2015

I'm So Excited, and I Just Can't Hide it... Even if I Want to

Start of 2nd Trimester: 13 Weeks: October 19th, 2014

As the first trimester comes to a close, I was thinking about the differences and similarities between this pregnancy and my pregnancy with Nolan and Judah.  So far in this pregnancy, things were very similar to when I was pregnant with Nolan and Judah.  My cravings were similar: cheese (especially Mac N' Cheese this time).  I went through an incredibly tired period around 11-12 weeks where I could barely make it up to when the boys went to bed and I napped almost every time they took their second nap, and, of course, I was fairly terrified, all the time.

There were two differences I can note, which were a bit surprising to me considering this pregnancy I only have one baby in there instead of two: I have been more nauseous and much bigger.   

The nauseous thing has been okay for the most part.  As I wrote about when I was pregnant with N & J, I actually like being sick and nauseous; it makes me feel like things are working and is about one of the only signs I can hold on to for dear life that a baby is growing in there appropriately.  I've had to be a little picky about food certainly, have had to walk away from meals while they were happening, definitely, and have been completely unable to drink my protein shakes that I drank every single day for the last half of my pregnancy with the boys.

The being bigger thing has been a bit more of a struggle mostly because I want to keep my pregnancy a secret for a long while.

I have to back up for a second to explain this. 

I don't keep pregnancies a secret from close family and friends.
I don't keep pregnancies a secret from the rest of the world because I have trust issues or think that people will be negative or cruel.

The reason I'd rather not tell mostly anyone that I'm pregnant is 100% because of 'my crazy.'  Ya'll know about her.  I've realized over time that I have a HUGE jinx issue: the more I have to actually TELL people the words 'I'm pregnant,' the more I think I'm jinxing myself.  Listen, I know this is nuts, okay?  Say what you will about me and 'my crazy,' but I understand myself and am incredibly self-aware.  I am not in denial at how silly that is.

'My crazy' also interferes with the way I interact with people once they know I'm pregnant.  I get all weird and awkward and don't want to answer questions.  Again, it's not because I don't trust, it's not because I don't WANT people to be excited for me, but it's the jinx thing.  If I talk about due dates or plans or colors of nurseries, I feel like I am slowly making this pregnancy not work out. 

In my most perfect world I would either:
a.) Wear a maternity shirt, have my belly stick out so much that you would never doubt I was pregnant, and have you make your own assumptions without me having to say a word... if I don't have to say anything I'm not jinxing anything, you see. 
OR
b.) Not say anything until I have a baby to SHOW you.  Like, "Hey, guess what?! I had a baby!  Here he/she is!"   No jinxing once baby is actually here in my arms!


Because I am also a control freak, I like to have to control over whatever I can while I'm pregnant since it isn't much... when and how I tell people, however, is something I can control so I think I hold on tight to that too. 

Needless to say, here I was at the beginning of second trimester:
Hello second trimester! 
"Hiding" my pregnancy until I was ready to be out with it was NOT easy this time.  I was in maternity jeans super early and was essentially wearing potato sacks each time I went out in public.  That means a lot of vests, big scarfs, and shirts that were either way too big for me or specifically designed NOT to hug the belly region. 
 I thought I was doing a great job, but once I did officially come out, which was in November around 16 weeks, about 4-5 weeks earlier than I had wanted to, but sweet Lord I couldn't hide it anymore no matter WHAT I wore, I came to find out I didn't hide it as well as I thought :)  
How big my belly was when I finally 'came out'
When you teach with women, most of whom are in their child-bearing years, it appears you can't hide pregnancy very well.  Most of the colleagues I work with came up to me after announcing telling me they had known for a while and were just waiting until I was ready to share ;)  Oh well, I tried :)  My sixth graders, God bless them, were so polite the day I came out (I wore a maternity shirt and my belly was a hanging out there). I forgot to tell them as we got going on our day and no one asked me about it until 3:00pm when I student finally said, "okay Mrs. Hundt, are you pregnant or what?"  I started laughing and said, "oh yeah, I forgot about that, I am."