i am now in my last trimester – only about 8 more weeks to go. this pregnancy sure seems to have gone by fast. the whole thing has been pretty uneventful which is just how i like it. recently, i have had excruciating heart burn. it’s interesting, i can eat fast food and even spicy food and not be affected, but when i eat something like a banana or grapes or even bread, the heartburn is almost intolerable. not going to miss that come january. i think this baby is less active than davis. some people say that their personalities are evident even when they are in the womb. i have worried that silas would be the wild child, the daredevil, but if his movements are any indication of his personality, he may just be like his daddy – laid back – we’ll see.
obea threw a shower for me on saturday morning. i wondered if davis would be jealous when i brought home these gifts for his little brother. he wasn’t. when i got home with all my bags, he just wanted to look through them and see what new things silas received. right now he loves to kiss my belly and rub his face on my belly and tell silas he loves him. not once has he appeared/said anything that was remotely jealous. praying those same emotions translate when silas actually arrives on the scene.
last thursday i took davis to his 4 year well-baby visit. i didn’t tell him we were going until the day of the appointment because my child is a bit of worrier – mostly when you mention the word shot. on the way to the appointment, davis asked if he would have to get a shot. i told him i wasn’t sure, which was the truth. we got to the office and got called back. he was fine for the most part although he did continue to ask about shots. the nurse gave him a hearing test – passed with flying colors. she then did a vision test where he scored 20/30. of course, i immediately started planning his optometrist appointment and envisioning how my son would look with glasses. the doctor explained that 20/30 is average for a 4 year old and that they don’t expect 20/20 until they are 6. what a relief. she then explained that his height and weight are both in the 90th percentile and his head circumference is finally on the charts at the 95th percentile (although i am pretty sure they have it noted in his chart somewhere to make sure that his head measures within a normal range so that his mother doesn’t freak out again.) then came the time for shots – the doctor explained that he was due for 6 shots – 6 – unbelievable but that we could do three now and three in a month. since davis wasn’t even warming up to the idea of having 1 shot, i opted for the latter option. two nurses came in the room, one armed with the needles and the other armed with her muscles. i held davis’s arms while the other nurse held his legs. before the shots even touched him he screamed loud enough that i am certain they heard him 3 buildings over. in two seconds all the shots were administered and davis was angry. all the way home he questioned me about why i made him get these shots. the next morning, davis couldn’t walk. tracy had to carry him around the house. he did manage to go to school and somehow he even managed to go out to recess, but by the time i picked him up from school, he was walking like an old man. when we got home though, he found the strength to play on his swing set. but, alas, when tracy got home, his legs were hurting again and he couldn’t walk. notice the pattern here? so, in december, davis goes back to the dr. to get 3 more shots. i told the nurse that his daddy would be bringing him. let’s see if he gets the blame this time.