Sam, Molly, and Molly's dad
I've been told, and it's been confirmed by ultrasound that my baby's head is DOWN!!! Keep your fingers crossed for a VBAC. I really don't want another cesarean section. I've been trying to get as much rest as possible so I am not in a deficit when Baby Boy McGowin arrives. Getting sleep is tough, though, when you have restless leg syndrome. At least I only have to deal with this crap when I'm pregnant. As for resting during the day, well, I've had these household projects to get done, like painting the last freakin' room of our new house, trimming the bushes at the end of our property, and organizing baby clothes. Paint job DONE, bushes ALMOST DONE, and organizing baby clothes, DONE, except if Sam finds them in the drawer and takes them all out when I'm not looking. I NEVER want to paint again. I NEVER want to trim these freakin' bushes again. And, well, organizing baby clothes isn't so bad....
Update on Sam:
As Sam approaches 2 years of age she is becoming much more toddler-like. Meaning, she throws temper tantrums in restaurants and at home, prefers to eat chips and cookies, and says "No" to everything. Our saint-of-a-daughter is tainting her reputation. She has challenged our ability to stay consistent, which is actually not a problem for either one of us, and has tested our ability to forgive instantaneously. It is amazing how many words and sentences an almost-2-yr-old can put together. Sam is learning to share and to take turns when she plays with her friend, Molly, and is learning how to be nice to and respectful of smaller/younger boys when she plays with her friend, Michael. Although we have had some challenging moments with Samantha we still think she is the best kid and cutest kid ever.
