Regina had her first post-op appointment today – eight extremely long weeks after her ligament surgery – and we’ve been given new marching orders. 10 minute leashed walks (and she’s allowed to do stairs) for a week (then 20, 30 and 45 minutes in the next three weeks). Apparently we did a good job keeping her mellowed out (uh, no, but thank you?) and restricting her movements (oy) and her leg has healed quite well.

Incidentally the Peanut has taken to poking her in the eyes (and she lets him – wtf), so I think she’ll be more than happy to get some outside time away from his grubby paws.

I’m heading into week 13 of this pregnancy, and seriously considering keeping it under wraps for as long as possible. When I was pregnant with the Peanut, my clients drove me crazy. What’s going to happen when you give birth? Who’s going to do our work? (But all couched in, soooo, how are you feeling? Did you hire anyone to help you? Just asking!)

Apparently Adele, who announced she was pregnant a week ago, is seven months along. What. the. hell. With her celebrity, I am shocked she kept it quiet for that long. But if she can, hell, why can’t I?

After numerous up and downs, we let the Peanut sleep in our bed. And let me just say, the people who do that regularly? Insane. He kicks in his sleep, he likes to sleep horizontal across the bed, he likes to burrow under part of you (and then be offended when you move) and he’s quite good at pushing us both to the very edge of the bed.

With that and the baby, I’ve felt like death all day. I took a nap at 1 and didn’t get up until almost 4. And I still feel like I’m sleepwalking.

The squirrel monkey climbed out of his crib at 3AM (crying the whole time, naturally) and slept between us in bed. Sigh. He’s obviously been lulling us into feeling secure about his sleep habits, as he’s slept, by himself, from 7 to (roughly) 7 since he was six months old. This nonsense is bananas.

We moved the Peanut’s crib into the only room with an a/c unit today, which made us feel much better about letting him cry it out. Crying it out in a hot room = no bueno.

Unfortunately it appears he’s actually a monkey and climbed out of his crib in under 10 minutes. To say we were shocked is an understatement.

Tomorrow we’re shopping for a toddler bed, sigh.

The Chop’s youngest sister found out today that she’s expecting a girl! The Chop and I guessed it would be a boy, but this is even better.

I’m unduly excited to go shopping for girl clothes. 🙂

We decided to spend the fourth this year being lazy, which ended up being the best possible way to spend it. The Peanut has suddenly developed a fear of his bedroom/crib, which means naps are a no-go and getting him to bed at night now involves letting him fall asleep in our bedroom, or on the green bean, and then carrying him in there once he’s out.

At first we wondered if he was sick, or teething, or was having attachment issues, or was afraid of the dark… through the process of elimination, we’ve established it has something to do with his crib. He hates elevators, so perhaps it’s small spaces that are now bothering him? Who knows. It’s very sad and frankly a huge pain in the butt.

We got him a 90 minute nap today by driving to a grocery store that was 30 minutes away. Ridiculous, yes, but highly necessary.

My extremely pregnant friend Fee and I went to see Magic Mike tonight. It was… interesting. We laughed hysterically for the first hour – and I do mean hysterically – but the last part went dark, slightly Tarantino-esque and Pettyfer and Tatum don’t really have the chops for that. And honestly, I’d have preferred laughing hysterically throughout the entire movie.

On the plus side, Joe Manganiello? Wow. Yeah, hehe.

I read an obituary today about an amazing man.

Count Robert de La Rochefoucauld
Count Robert de La Rochefoucauld, who has died aged 88, escaped from Occupied France to join the Special Operations Executive (SOE); parachuted back on sabotage missions, he twice faced execution, only to escape on both occasions, once dressed as a Nazi guard.

My friend Fee is also pregnant – in fact it’s been her goal for months that I get pregnant as fast as possible – and while pregnancy doesn’t kick her ass, she’s 38 weeks and most definitely ready to get him out. She’s having a C-section next week, so the Chop and I are really looking forward to watching her and her husband deal with two kids, lol. Their older son is the Peanut’s age, and even though I have six months to go, it’ll be nice to see how he deals with a new baby.

I know the Peanut loves other kids, but will he love another kid who he has to share his parents with? Should be interesting.