Baby Losavio: 38 Weeks

...and still in my belly.  Baby Losavio is fully developed and is basically just gaining weight at this point.  She's packing on about an ounce a day.  I'll have another prenatal appointment later this week, and hopefully I will have made a little more progress by then.

I had a really nasty stomach bug at the end of last week.  That was fun.  The weird thing is that I recall having a bug towards the end of my pregnancy with Joey, and my mom says that she recalls having a bug at the end of pregnancy also.  Coincidence?  I really enjoy being a stay-at-home mom, but feeling sick presents a challenge because there's no daycare to keep Joey.  So Paul had to take the day off of work so that he could entertain Joey.  He also had some help from my mom and Jim.  (Thanks!)

For more than a week, our dog Macy has been having "issues" and has been employing attention-getting tactics.  This began when we assembled the baby's bassinet.  We have been mindful of the fact that bringing a new baby into our home will change our family dynamic and that there will be a period of adjustment for Joey.  We didn't even consider that Macy would be affected by the new addition.  Mind you, Macy has never been an "only child," but I think that the thought of another tail-puller makes her nervous.  She should be happy that there will be another food-dropper to follow around.

Here's Baby Losavio's 37 week 4D ultrasound picture again, just because I like looking at it:

"Look, boy!"

Can everyone just control their bodily functions? Please?

Very late last night, or very early this morning, however you choose to look at it, Joey woke us up because she was crying in her bed.  She doesn't normally cry in her bed; she'll get out of bed by herself and get into our bed.  I got up to get her and as I walked to her bed I was accosted by the most sickening smell.  And then I felt something wet next to my foot.  Vomit?  Was Joey sick?  Paul turned on the hall light.  It was poop.  How was there poop next to Joey's bed?  Macy was in her crate.  Oh no, Macy was not in her crate.  How did she get out of her crate?  No bother, "Macy, get in your crate."  I got to work cleaning the poop while Joey sat quietly and watched.  And as it turns out, there was also dog pee to clean up. 

As I picked up Joey to carry her to our bed I realized she was soaking wet.  Wet as though someone had poured cold water all over her.  We cloth diaper and overnight we use what we call "super soakers," where we stuff extra cloth inserts into the diaper.  But last night she refused to allow Paul to change her so she went to bed in a normal diaper.  And so in the middle of the night she was cold and wet with urine. 

After getting cleaned up and a new (super soaker) diaper, Joey got into bed between me and Paul.  Within five minutes, she was out.  For Paul and me, getting back to sleep took a little longer.