Potty Training Thing #2 (22 Days Before Giving Birth to Thing #3)

I will be delivering Thing #3 in 22 days or less, depending on blood pressure and if I am preclamptic or not. (Yes, preclamptic isn't a word - I just made that shit up) So far this pregnancy has been great health wise. I've only gained 1 lb and my blood pressure has been beautiful. 

On January 5th - Thing #1 told me that she wanted to wear underwear and we tested it out and she was potty trained in 5 days! Easiest thing we've ever done. Granted we tried 3 times before the and were VERY unsuccessful. So, I told myself I would let Thing #2 decide on when she was ready. I didn't care if she was 3 1/2, I just wanted it to be just as easy as Thing #1.

Today, 22 days before my scheduled c-section Thing #2 looked at me and screamed, "NO DIEPEE!" I laughed and figured we'd give it a shot but if her ass ended up pissing on the couch or beds then it was back to the diepee. I'm too freaking round for this right now. (Sidenote: I've been dreaming of this time - the time where your allowed to not do anything besides cook the child inside of you. NOT attempting to potty train a 2 1/2 year old with the unlimited loads of laundry and Clorox Clean-up with Papertowel  that trails behind her!)

I know not to compare children. Thing #1 & #2 couldn't be more polar opposite. However, by the 2nd hour into this day she had already had 4 accidents and NO peeing or pooping on the toilet at all. I looked back at Lilli's chart (yes, I kept that shit because she was AMAZING at potty training!) and she only had 4 accidents the entire day on day #1. I had to remind myself that Thing #2 really knows what to do but that she's trying to gain some control over using the potty and just hoped for the energy to get through this day. (Daddy is off tomorro, so I will be bossing his ass back and forth to the potty with Thing #2 while I lounge in bed or on the couch!)

Now we are half way through the day and she's went pee 3 times in the big potty. I can't even mention the phrase, "Do you have to go potty?" Because she screams in a high pitch voice, "NOOOOOO!" I just sit her on it and she concentrates, pushes, and goes. She has started peeing in her underwear twice but stopped herself, screamed "PEE", and we made it to the bathroom for her to finish on the potty. I am going to chalk this shit up to a success. It might not be 5 days to perfection. It might be more like 5 months, but we're going to try it. I am hoping that the desire to be just like Thing #1 is too much for her to resist. That and getting to pick out her own underwear, not to mention the unlimited amount of suckers that will be at her disposal!

Wish us luck!!

Time slipping by...

Life has a way of getting away from you. One minute you are holding your head while sobbing, "Isn't it bedtime yet?"The next, you are up at 6:30 a.m. with just the dogs cleaning, making breakfast and dinner (in the crockpot), and thinking you only have 23 more days until chaos completely erupts and when you welcome your last child into the world. Really? Where the hell has the last year go?!

I try to picture our lives 3 months from now and I can see a some what organized disorganization going on. I see 30 minute gymnastic classes taking all day preparation for kid drop off at Nunna and Papa's to make it on time for that small amount of time where my kid gets to do some structured sport. Then comes the gymnastics day that does not include drop off at Nunna and Papa's. Yeah - that day where I take the 2 youngest ones with me for the oldest ones 30 minute class. That days going to be hectic - but I hope that will just make it fly by.

I picture lots of crying and screaming over toys, while I am "shhhhhhing" in my loudest whisper because Lucy is sleeping and if they wake her up I am going to just kill them. (More like give them something to watch or paint because Mama ain't got time for all that drama.)

I picture me actually having 45 minutes of me time when I can get back to running. This will be my refuge. Being just by my lonesome and pounding the pavement to help me keep up with these 3 monsters that will be controlling my life.

I picture actually being able to hug my hot, sexy husband because I won't have a basketball in the way!! I can't wait for sexy time!!!! (sorry, mom)

I picture lots of first, seconds, and oh, Lord! not agains. Ex: Lucy rolling over, me yelling at the girls for trying to roll on top of Lucy, the girls asking for the 1,456 time, "Mama can I see Lucy's poop?"

I picture Rascal herding yet another one of our family members where he wants them to be, while rolling his eyes at how dumb we are.

I picture Charlie being sweet as pie with our girls. Still scared of Miguel. And loving me every bit she can.

I picture lots of sleepless nights. Tons.

The one thing I can't picture is being unhappy with this crazy life we've built. I have things I've never dreamt about.

I can picture myself becoming so emotional I break into tears all the time (I blame that on the Jerry Wrobel gene.)

As I hold Thing #2, who just woke up crying but instantly fell asleep on my shoulder

 I feel the pain of my body screaming - stop holding a 25 lb kid when you have a 6 lb kid in your belly! But I feel the love that spirals from their bodies to mine. Wait, maybe that's gas….Whatever it is - it feels good. The type of good you can get addicted to.