(my apologies for the title pun)
Queasy still. Every time I think I'm going to be okay, I'm not. It's quite tiresome. What's not tiresome? Once again hearing that lovely whooshing sound & seeing a wiggling little body which has now developed arms and hands and legs and feet. And two hemispheres of a brain and appropriately sized nuchal measurements. Still waiting on the bloodwork, but the body looks perfect! And from what I think I didn't see when said body did a full frontal stretch for the ultrasound wand, I'm guessing girl, but the ultrasound tech didn't say anything so I'm keeping that to myself (except for here).
Remodeling progress is stalled. STALLED. We did get the replacement plumbing pieces for the shower today, but are still waiting on extensions so the original sink faucets can be properly installed on the updated bathroom counters. DH and I have been using the hall bath for much much much longer than we ever anticipated. And there is no word on when (if ever) the cabinets for the laundry room will be installed. I am so done, yet now DH is now making noises about having things done to our deck. Argh.
LO is running headlong towards 4. Lots and lots and lots of "watch me" do the same thing eleventy bazillion times with major meltdowns if one does not properly and enthusiastically acknowledge each individual movement. And lots of screaming when told not to do something, that is, when she's not actively ignoring a direct 'no' or order to 'stop' because she's enjoying what she's doing so much.
Some days I really wonder how I'm going to handle having 2!