the family that wendt: May 2014

The last month since my last post has been quite the emotional whirlwind. Squirt turned three and entered the preschool room of her daycare, holidays came and went, and I reached the midpoint of this pregnancy (assuming this baby is more timely than Squirt). Poor Squirt has had a rough time transitioning into her new daycare room, which has an entirely different vibe than her prior ones. She's suddenly expected to be a big kid (and is suddenly with literally dozens more kids, all of whom are head and shoulders bigger than her) and misses the little comforts the teachers in her previous room provided. She's been expressing her frustrations and overall HUGE feelings at home more and more, and we're trying to help her find ways to feel more secure in her new room and better channel her fears and frustrations at home. I don't know if it's working, which has been very sad and frustrating for me. Not to mention that she's three. THREE!!! I just can't believe that. Especially now that I'm pregnant again, I find myself re-living her pregnancy/infancy, and it's so unbelievable that my tiny Squirt is now three.

Speaking of the belly baby, we're now halfway there. I hope the worst of it is behind me. I jokingly (or maybe not so jokingly) tell people that I wouldn't have gotten pregnant again if Squirt's pregnancy had been this rough. It's been a doozie. Every week there seems to be one more little thing causing discomfort, frustration, or stress. I'm trying to savor it as much as I can, but it's been so hard. We got a sneak peek at the little one, Deuce, earlier this week and were reassured that everything with the baby looks healthy. It sure is a cute kid. I can't stop looking at the print-out of that tiny face and marvelling how much it looks like Squirt (both when she was still in the belly and now). Meanwhile, Squirt is getting excited about the new baby. The evening of the ultrasound (which she attended), she asked to look in my mouth then excitedly proclaimed that she saw her little sibling in there. ... We'll work on her anatomy skills later.