A Quick Life Update...

We are in a frenzy of packing up the apartment, unpacking (what we can) at the new house, waiting on the new house to be finished being renovated, raising a rambunctious boy, and growing another one. Also, don't forget our jobs with both of us having to travel a little. Oh, and also planning David Scott's third birthday party. The phrase "slightly busy" is a gross understatement right now.

I go back to the doctor on Wednesday when I'll have my glucose test. Joy. I'm currently enjoying a rare treat -- a chocolate milkshake -- knowing there's a possibility I won't be able to have anything like this for the foreseeable future if I am diagnosed with gestational diabetes... again. I hope that we'll get to have another ultrasound soon because I feel like Baby Drew is bigger than his big brother was at this point. I feel like I could spontaneously combust most of the time. But he is just as active as David Scott, although it took him a few weeks to get that way.

First LSU Game...

First off, I'm going to pat myself on the back not only for posting twice in a week -- much less one weekend -- but I'm actually pretty timely with my topics instead of playing catch-up. Go me! So yes, as I mentioned in my post yesterday, we took David Scott to his first LSU game last night. But first, we had to make a quick trip by the Urgent Care to have his foot looked at. Rewind to last Thursday. I noticed our boy had an ant bite and a few mosquito bites on his foot/ankle. The area was red and swollen and warmer than the rest of him, but this was not his first time to have a sensitivity to bug bites; Scotty apparently had similar issues as a kid. I couldn't find the topical Benadryl so I just rubbed some cortizone on it and we went on about our day. Friday, the area looked normal so we really didn't do anything to it. However, as were getting dressed for the game yesterday afternoon, we noticed his "bite-foot" was bruised looking (purpley-red) and said it hurt when Scotty pressed on it (he had not complained about it at all during the day). So, not knowing what was wrong, we made a pit stop by an Urgent Care place by the apt pre-game. Ugh. Those places are cesspools of germs and I just hope and pray that we don't get whatever ailed a couple of the poor, puking kids had who were waiting along with us. I tried not to breathe as much as possible.

Anyway, we finally got called back to our own room where we waited some more. But then the doctor came in and kind of anti-climatically said that he's just had a severe allergic reaction to the bug bites and the blood from the earlier swelling was now settling further down in his foot as pulled by gravity. Yay! So off to the game we went.

As with the Saints game, there were multiple bathroom trips throughout the first half, but distractions with popcorn, ice/water, the band, Mike, and cheering meant that we got to stay until almost the end of the third quarter. DS had a good time once again. This time, there was no mid-game nap, nor did he fall asleep on the way home, and actually didn't go to sleep til almost 10:30. Scotty delusionally asked if the boy might sleep late this morning. I laughed at him. Sure enough, about 5:45 this morning, I hear, "Mama! I'm want to come in your room!" So we let him come on in and all slept a few more glorious hours.

We have all been enjoying the slightly cooler temps and are looking forward to fall.

Football Games...

Scotty and I took David Scott to his first Saints game last weekend. He enjoyed it. And we tried to. But it's kind of hard when you're when your toddler has to go to the bathroom (3 times before the first half was even over), and the three and a half of us were sharing our two seats. Good times. David Scott went to sleep right after halftime and slept until halfway through the 4th quarter. At that point, we became fair-weather-fans, noting that the Saints were not going to win, out kid was asleep, and we wanted to avoid the mass of people who would be leaving at the end of the game. So we left. And leaving the Superdome and NO was...not bad. Our boy enjoyed himself (while he was awake) and that's all that matters. However, I probably will not make it to another game this season. After walking all the way across LSU's campus at 5 months pregnant in the hot sun the previous day, and then going to the Saints game on Sunday, this Mama was beat. I'm looking forward to watching games from the comfort of our home (we close on Monday!!!), in my jammies, for most of the season. But not today. Today/tonight, we are taking DS to his first LSU football game. It should be...interesting...but fun!

It's a...

B-O-Y!!!  We are so excited that David Scott is getting a little brother!  Baby Boy will be here before we know it. And yes, we have a name -- Andrew Wright Rainwater. His name is inspired by both My family and Scotty's. Andrew comes from Anders - and since my nephew is Anders, well, we're not trying to recycle anything.  Wright is the last name of Scotty's grandparents, more affectionately known as Mamaw and Papaw.  And although Papaw passed away just before DS turned one, I know that he would be thrilled that another part of his name lives on in his second-born great-grandchild. It has yet to be determined if we will call him Andrew (my choice) or Drew (his Daddy's preference). I guess we'll just wait to see if he looks more like an Andrew or a Drew once he arrives.

We got several good ultrasound pics including the money-shot confirming his gender. Here's another pic of the baby -- thumb-sucking and all:

Crazy...

Are we the only ones crazy enough to be heading to the beach today (for a week) despite the approaching tropical storm/hurricane?

Yes? Ok, just checking.

A Few DS-isms...

While eating at Brown's Landing a couple weeks ago, our precocious boy points to my salad (lettuce, ranch, and bacon bits) and says, "I want some of that dog food." What? "These bacon bits?" I say. "No, that dog food on your salad."

Ahhh -- I love my child. He wanted to talk to the baby, so he did for a minute. Then he acted like he was going to say or do something so sweet and poignant...then he proceeded to blow (zerberts) on my belly. This went on for a for a couple of minutes. Then he said, "Bye, baby. You be good."

And just now as he and Scotty were wrestling, David Scott told Scotty, "You hurt my feelings!" Again, what? "Where are your feelings?" Scotty asked. "They right here," DS replied to his daddy as he pointed to his head.

David Scott has a habit of roaring when he's trying to either express frustration as in "Stop attacking my dinosaur with your dinosaur!" and sometimes he'll do it randomly as we're going through the grocery store. One of his favorite movies is African Cats (he calls this movie King Lions); Kali is one of the main characters and king of the lion pride. Scotty randomly decided one day to roar at David Scott. He must not have liked this too much as he told his dad, "Be nice to me!"

Needless to say, life with our boy is pretty funny most of the time. He definitely keeps us laughing all the time. On another note, David Scott is officially potty trained. The only reason I still put him in a pull-up at night is b/c I still have a supply we're trying to use up. He was trying to go #2 earlier today and we kept checking on him. He tells us both, "Leave me alone. I'm trying to poopoo!"

And on a second note, we did not find out what Baby Rain is last week. Scotty had to go out of town unexpectedly (a whole other post) and we didn't want to find out without him being there. Trying to reschedule seems like a waste of money as the next available appointment was a week and a half away from our next dr's visit, so we will just wait. The suspense continues...

P.S. For my own records, I'm editing my post to add that Scotty was able to feel this baby kick a few minutes ago. :)

16 Weeks...

I am 16 weeks (17 weeks this Wednesday!) pregnant with Baby Rain. I went to the doctor last week for a regularly-scheduled appointment. I only gained a pound the whole first trimester (woohoo!). We got to hear Baby Rain's heartbeat -- 166! When I was pregnant with David Scott, at this point, his heartbeat was 165. I've already started to feel the baby move some over the last week and that, combined with the heart rate leads me to believe that we've got another rambunctious one on our hands! We'll go this Wednesday to find out if we're having a prince or a princess! We are SO excited to find out!! At first, I thought this one might be a girl for two reasons -- the hormones/hormonal acne and the month of constant hunger; neither of which was experienced the first go-round. Both symptoms have subsided for the most part and I feel pretty much like I did with DS...but more tired (!), so now I'm starting to waver. All of our family thinks it's a boy -- and DS will say he's either having a brother or it's a boy when you ask him, although most of the time if he's referring to it, David Scott says "my baby." Cutest thing ever.

If only finding a house was as easy as my early pregnancies have been...

And that is my shirt pulled up to expose my tank top with "bump."  :)