OMG, Jonah just threw his first tantrum ever. And it went on for soooooooo long! He wasn't even crying, he was braying. Well, he was crying too. And sobbing. And even, at one point, lying stretched out on the kitchen floor, face down, screaming. Why? Because I had the gaul to: try to get him to take a nap (epic fail), put him in the playpen because I was doing something in the kitchen that needed all my attention (tantamount to a war crime, apparently), ask him not to break the dishwasher (time to call Children's Aid), and put him on the ground numerous times because he wouldn't let me console him. Other things that angered him: giving him toys, giving him the grape-flavoured medicine he loves because I suspect he is teething, giving him a bottle, and giving him the finger.
I finally stopped the hysterics by giving him half an apple, which was really just a shot in the dark, seeing as nothing had worked yet. But then Daddy came home, and he hadn't yet seen J's new talent, so J felt it necessary to demonstrate. Eric picked him up to say hello, put him down, and off J went to the races again... I am currently envisioning myself on a tropical island for all of his terrible 2s and 3s. OH took him out for lunch with his family because J never acts up anywhere other than home.
Oh, and he gave himself a black eye (number 3 so far) because he pulled on the back of a kitchen chair and I barely got there in time to stop it from falling on his head. But some part of it did hit his eye. I told OH to make it VERY clear to his family that while J had been screaming for the better part of an hour, I DID NOT clock him one, even though I really, really, really wanted to.
Whoever thought that making babies mobile before they had an ounce of sense in their heads was either seriously stupid, or had a very sick sense of humour.
To All You Broody Ladies--Why why why why????? Though even my SIL, who had two insane children in her late 30s, STILL wants another one, so I guess I am missing a gene somewhere. I wanted J with all my heart, but I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER ONE. Not because J has turned me off of them (the above tale notwithstanding), but because... I don't know, just because. And for all of you who ask if you are crazy for wanting more, my answer to you is YES.
Skweek--though I'm sure you already tried this, but J came at exactly 38 weeks after *ahem* an orgasm. Like seriously, RIGHT after. Orgasm stopped, water broke. Though I've got to tell you, the guilt! I wanted him to stay put until 40 weeks. I never even got to the uncomfortable stage where I could moan about wanting him out. But perhaps it was a good thing, because he was 8 lbs 1 oz when he was born. Sometimes I wonder if I had developed GD after the test cleared me because he would have been huge in another 2 weeks, and I had been eating a lot of chocolate.
Re: blanket half--I did both sides but really grew to hate doing the side with the squares. My yarn was always tangled because of it and weaving the threads in in the end was a major pain in the butt. I'm also really bad at sewing, so I gave up after when my stitching job looked very sad. The upshot, though, is that I got two blankets out of it my efforts.
SK (ahhh...so much easier for these lazy fingers)--
Your OH seems to have an inflated notion of how much he does. I'd be so tempted to tack a detailed list on the wall showing very clearly who has done what that day or night.
StormJet--poor little L, and poor you!
I really hope you have better news after the next test.
Oops, gotta go! My love to all of you!
Well now, that makes more sense! Does the DVD show Michael moving around? Is he as active as Martha? 
were very excited!!! 
. You will love having a little boy
! Keep us posted about how things are going for L. We will pray for you and her.
!! And the night before he did wake up at 2am but he was soked with pee and them hubby brought him to bed with us and he slept till 8:30am
