Take Two

Today I'm officially 39 weeks, but since we don't know when this one is coming out it doesn't mean too much. Yesterday Mr. Sloth and I both woke up with a feeling that this one is hunkerin down for another full week so we may be here a while. Afterall, Demand was five days late. That's 10 days from now.

Life goes on as planned.

I was able to roll out of bed a bit early today in hopes of being ahead of the game. I think it worked, but I'm sure how the result is supposed to look like. I spent forty-five minutes to myself downstairs and when I went upstairs I could hear Demand reading in her room. (Oops! Forgot to have the monitor on) I tried for ten minutes to get us dressed and ready so we could head to Mass (I love the Feast of St. Blaise) but finally had to concede that it was too late. Demand was excited to be dressed before noon though. We split left over cake-cakes (pancakes) with blueberry syrup. I don't remember much of what Mr. Sloth did but he left the house around 9am. Demand and I then assumed our old play and clean routine.

After cleaning a bit of the downstairs I decided it would be a good idea to attempt to re-bath Demand while I picked up the upstairs. Re-bathe, you ask? Well Sunday Demand didn't have a nap and even though we were at Sidekicks' house for the SuperBowl with people and food, Demand wanted to go home. I told her that if we went home she had to take a bath and go to bed. She said, "Ok". Well then.

On the four-foot walk home she told me it was a nice party but did express her disappointment over the lack of cake. We went straight upstairs and started her bath. She was in serious need of a cleaning so I let her soak a bit, but about seven minutes in I heard the dreaded words. "Poop. Poop."

Ugh.

So I took her out and put her on the toilet while I drained the tub. She really wanted her bath, but after waiting five minutes in the nude Demand decided she'd rather have her jammies on (code: let's just go to bed).

So her bath Sunday was a failure. So today we tried again. Three minutes into the bath I heard. "Poop, momma."

Seriously?!

I had JUST washed out the tub. So I drained the tub, cleaned the tub, and refilled the tub. It's a good thing I was in a pleasant mood today I guess.

After lunch Demand and I played grocery store for a while before she suspiciously agreed to naptime. We had a tight schedule though as the whole Sloth family was heading to the dentist around 3:30pm. Demand of course was sound asleep when it was time to go so we had to do the unthinkable and wake a sleeping (and adorable) child.

She was not pleased.

She did fall asleep in the car though. Demand was nervous which isn't like her, she loves the doctor and the chiropractor, perhaps she was picking up on Mr. Sloth's nervousness. When I told her this morning that she was going to the dentist and the dentist would look in her mouth she said, "Where's my daddy?". She often says this when she's hesitant about some of my choices. It's quite funny.

The appointment went well though. I may have broken a few records though. I'm apparently the "most pregnant" patient our dentist has seen and while Demand and I waited for Mr. Sloth to finish I gave her a sucker for going potty. How many parents give their children suckers AT the dentists office??

No shame here.

So that was our Tuedays. Tomorrow we teach CCD and to be honest I'm hoping I go into labor first because I'll have both 9th grade classes which means 12 ninth grade boys. AND Mr. Sloth had them last year so I know how bad it could be.

C'mon baby!!