Speaking of Nettie, we seem to be losing naptime. Even though she still definitely needs it, I can't get her to sleep hardly ever in the afternoons anymore, and I don't have the energy to fight her on it. Oh well, earlier bedtime I guess.
We've been in our new apartment for a month now, and really like it... or well, I like everything except for the fact that it's two stories. But I stay downstairs for the most part anyways. Nettie's potty-trained completely now, and she only likes to go potty upstairs in her bathroom, so that's kind of annoying (cause I still have to help her pull down her undies (doobies, as she calls them for whatever reason)), but it's getting better.
I'm 33 weeks and 4 days today, so only about three weeks left to go before the induction date (they could always come sooner). It's kind of funny, I thought that the closer I got to my "due date" the less worried I would be, but I seem to be worrying more now that something is going to happen and one of the babies won't make it. That terrifies me. More than likely it's pointless worrying, but the support groups I'm in on facebook have a good handful of women that had situations like that. I know the odds are not high that something will go wrong, but I still worry, and will continue to until both babies are here safe and sound.
I would write more for this update, but I just spent three hours sitting at WIC with a toddler that doesn't like to cooperate for longer than about half and hour and I'm not in a super great mood. I'll try to get another post up before the boys get here though.
1 comment:
heheh doobies. Aunt Jenna didn't even teach that bad habit.
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