Amy-isms and Pregnancy Update

Amy today with my hand in hers

Roundey roundey darden
[mumble mumble] teddy bear!
One tep, two tep,
Tickle tickle tickle!

[Translation:

Round and round the graden,
Like a teddy bear,
One step, two step,
Tickle under there! ]

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Amy: ‘Mumeeeee!’

Me: ‘What?’

Amy: ‘I tucked!’

Me: ‘Are you stuck?’

Amy: ‘STUCK!’

Me: ‘Okay, I’m coming.’

[She was standing on top of the dryer. Again]

Amy: ‘Mumeeee! Yay! Jump!’

Me: ??? *catches leaping daughter*

Amy: ‘Yay! Tiss?’

Me: ‘Kiss.’

Amy: ‘Okay, go down now.’

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[Last night at 1am]

Amy: ARGHHHHH WAIL OWWW CRY SCREAM

Me: Stumbling to her bedroom. ‘Come here, have a cuddle, do you need a drink?’

Amy: WAIL SCREAM CRY

Me: ‘Here, have a cuddle and then lay down.’

Amy: WAIL SCREAM CRY ARGHHHHHHH

Amy: ‘Do ‘way! Noweeeee, OUT OUT OUT DET [get] OUT’

Me: Sigh. ‘Lay back down then.’

Amy: Screams. ‘No touchy me! Owwwww hurts! NO YOU DET OUT’

Me: ??? Spends the nect 10 mins patting her back while she screams at me to ‘do ‘way no touch ME’, but screams worse when I leave.

Amy: Sigh, snuffle ahhhhhhh. Falls asleep.

[Repeat every half hour until 4.30am when I gave Nurofen]

Sigh, damn teeth.

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‘Mumeeeee, I poooed!’

(I hear the sounds of Amy removing her nappy, sadly I am not fast enough to get to her before her nappy falls off)

‘Ewwwwwww! Pooooooooey!’

I grab the nappy and discover…. a slightly wet nappy with one pea in it. Obviously she dropped a pea down her pants during dinner and thought she had pooped. Not sure whether to be proud, or scared that her first instinct is to remove a poopy nappy herself. She still refuses to sit on her potty though, claiming it ‘hurssss legs!’. Will be buying a new potty sooner rather than later.

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So, lots of talking lately and lots of development. She counts to 5 alone and further if I am helping. She finds nursery rhymes [aside from Round the Garden] boring and would prefer to dance to whatever music is on shuffle. She sings to Nirvana and Metallica and can head bang as well, although I have no idea who she learnt that from.

I am 8 weeks pregnant tomorrow and still haven’t been able to get an appointment at the doctors to schedule another ultrasound. Not because the doctor is busy, but because everytime I ring I get an answering machine and then I forget to ring back. Sigh.

The pregnant exhaustion has set in and I find myself feeling like a train wreck most of the time. I am napping when Amy naps and staying in bed later of a morning (thankyou Nathan) but I still feel fucked. And I am still spending alot of time retching.

Ah well, it will pass.

Right?