And the gender is...?

So I went in for my 20 week appointment at the beginning of May. As usual they check to see that the baby is developing properly before they get to the gender. The good news is the baby is developing just fine. The bad news was the position was poor in order to get the gender. The technician had me roll from side to side and she pressed harder and harder to get a clearer picture, but to no avail. The result was inconclusive and I was left to continue wondering as before. Nevertheless, I was convinced that it was a boy and I just needed a confirmation that my instinct was correct.

I waited until I met with my doctor 2 weeks later to ask when I might get a second peek, but he said they wait until there is a complication before they do another ultrasound. However, he did mention a nearby clinic that does ultrasounds for pretty cheap. I looked into it and they had an appointment available for the next day. David said to go for it, so I set it up. What can I say? We didn't like not knowing.

Lo and behold, I was right. Lucy is going to have a little BROTHER! This is a big deal for David's side of the family because this would be their first grandson. Also David jokes about how he is the only man in the house because even our dog is a girl, but not anymore. We would be just as excited if it was a girl, obviously.

Now that we know the gender, I feel I can properly prepare. Do I have boy stuff? No. As hard as we tried to keep things unisex, our house is pretty much overrun by pink stuff. Now I can make my traditional baby blanket, that is that my making it a second time will then make it traditional. I like to get stuff done in the second trimester because I have discovered that the third trimester leaves me very immobile and fatigued. It is best to do it when my energy is at its peak, especially with an unpredictable 2-year-old running around to make even the simplest of projects take forever to complete. She's not two yet, but it feels like she is.

In the end, the best thing is that the baby is healthy and growing the way it should. It keeps pretty active and has started kicking harder than before. Both Lucy and this baby have a habit of halting their kicks whenever I try to get David to feel them, but I think it won't be long before he won't need to feel them to know they're happening, because he'll be able to see them.

Right now, healthwise, my energy is picking up and I've been able to do quite a bit. Headaches have lightened a little but they still have an impact. I recently got a massage because they had turned into a daily thing for two weeks. After that, I haven't had them more than once a week. Heartburn isn't that bad (so far) but time may change that. One thing that's new that I didn't have the last time is hot flashes. My pregnancy with Lucy was practically the same time of year, over the summer. (Need I add that both have been in California?) But I never assumed I had hot flashes because there was always someone who felt hotter than me. Now I'm the one who makes sure our ceiling fans are on and who pushes for the house fan to be turned on for longer. I'm not used to having that responsibility.

So even though we still have about four months left before we get to hold the little man for the first time, we have plenty to keep us occupied until then, like a toddler for example. I'm pretty sure Lucy has entered the terrible-two's stage and it is not fun. We no longer have a perfectly behaved and happy little girl. (Ok, she wasn't perfect, but we had very little to complain about before now.) These days Lucy enjoys shrieking to try to get what she wants, which we don't give into. In fact, we give her exactly what she doesn't want, which is a time-out. She now puts up a fight by kicking and squirming to get away, which is more complicated by me trying to aim those kicks away from my stomach. Now she knows how to ask for certain things and recognizes when we tell her no. So she responds by throwing a tantrum. The list goes on and I miss the days when I didn't have to pull her out of sacrament meeting because of her behavior. She gives us a glimpse of the girl she used to be every once in a while, but then she switches back to the terror. That isn't to say she doesn't behave well in other areas. They're just a little overshadowed right now by her more recent behaviors. But we recently graduated her to a toddler bed and has yet to climb out of it. She still waits patiently for us to come pull her out, and I hope it lasts. The next adventure will most likely be potty training her, and I hope the transition is just as easy.

Lucy's quirks and progress in general

There's a few things I failed to mention in my last post, but now things are just piling up, so I'm just going to get as much done as I can and post the rest later.

Back in March, we went to Utah to attend our neice's baby blessing. She is Lucy's only cousin on the Hixson side. On the Law side she already has twenty cousins, going on twenty-one.

Lucy is here sitting with Great Grandma C. and Charlee, her cousin.

While we were in Utah, Lucy made a few discoveries.

She discovered she enjoys the park. Long ago when we first took her down a slide, she cried the whole way down and some time afterward.

Obviously, she has overcome her fear, although it wasn't without some protesting at first. Pretty soon she was ready to venture onto other slides.

We have visited the park a little more often since then.

She also discovered how it feels to ice skate.

The skating rink we visited just happened to have skates in her size. So we set her up and brought her on the ice with us. She ended up clinging to us the whole time, dragging her feet on the ground, not allowing herself to put any weight on her skates. Can't say I'm surprised, especially when she hasn't even spent an entire year walking on a steady surface.

When we returned from Utah, life went back to normal. I eventually became aware how long Lucy's hair has grown and I wanted to get a picture of her curls that show up every now and then. Her hair is usually pretty straight.

Looking back through her pictures from the past, I'm amazed at how little hair she used to have. She is almost unrecognizable to me when I look at her younger self. Now I finally get to play with her hair, something I've been wanting to do for a while since she has stopped allowing me to put headbands on her for quite some time.

Now I've done it enough that she has actually learned to sit still when I do her hair.

So I played with her hair some more by doing Easter pictures.

And every once in a while, I catch a photo on Sundays, after church of course, when I'm not running around trying to be on time.

Lucy's hair is not the only thing that's grown. Her list of words that she uses on a daily basis is getting longer and longer. Her vocabulary not only includes "mom" and "dada", but also "oh no", "all gone" ("aw gah"), "what's that" ("wha da"), "cracker" ("cacka"), "please" (which sounds more like "tchee", not sure why), "baby" ("beebee"), "uh-uh", and "amen" ("ahmeh"). We get excited whenever she learns a new word. She also knows how to point to different parts of her face and we're currently teaching her more body parts. 

On a random note, I one time entered her room to wake her up and I found her like this. I guess the sun was shining too brightly that morning for her taste.

I actually videotaped her for almost two minutes in this position. I guess she was just bored.

Another moment where I caught her being unnaturally still.

 She was just staring at the dog on the other side of the baby gate. She was lying like that for almost fifteen minutes.

Another odd thing she likes to do is giggle and squeal at people standing behind me in the grocery store when I'm in the checkout line. I'm pretty sure she has no idea how much she brightens their day. They can't help but laugh with her.

Though she can be quite a handful, she brightens my day too. I wonder if the next one will be as happy as she is.