and I thought the taco made me feel queasy

Hey . . . meet Sputnik!



This is actually from a couple of weeks ago. Been a while since I've mentioned the new one, huh? I have a very good excuse; even a doctor's note.

Right around the six-week mark, I started feeling sick, sick, SICK. It was horrendous. I never full-on barfed, but I was always at that last step right before one does. That feeling stayed with me from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night. Unconsciousness was my only defense. I even started to lose weight; I never lost a pound with Lydia.

This came up at my last doctor's appointment and, glory of glories, she prescribed me some happy happy anti-nausea medicine that has been a wonder. Dance! Unfortunately, due to an insurance prescription cap I didn't know I had, I am officially maxed out on drugs until January 1st, so what I have is what I get. Fourteen pills left. I hope I don't get really truly sick between now and January, actually.

Waiting 'till Thanksgiving to tell everybody didn't exactly pan out. The Husband talked me into telling immediate family the same weekend he found out, and so we did. After the last appointment where we got to see the heartbeat and all that jazz, we're pretty much telling everybody. I decided on Sputnik because I've decided it's a boy since it's kicking my butt so much more this time.

So here we are, two days after Thanksgiving, and I cannot wait for it to be January. Or Spring, for that matter. I'm cold.

the sign of the taco

Over the past week or so, I would notice Lydia do this seemingly random gesture where she would point into her palm. I didn't think too much of it. She's usually doing random things. I chalked it up to toddlerism and moved on.

Yesterday evening I finally caught on to when she was doing it, and it definitely is an intended gesture. I was feeding her dinner and she had finished her plate, so I asked her, "Do you want some more?" She immediately did her finger-pointing gesture -- left hand extended flat, right index finger repeatedly pointing into her left palm.

"Hmmm," I thought. They don't teach baby sign language at Lydia's daycare, but I wonder if someone there knows some and have passed it along anyway.

I told The Husband about it when he got home from work. I'm not sure he believed me until later when he was handing Lydia little pieces of pineapple for a snack. He asked her, "Lydia, do you want some more pineapple?" She pointed into her palm then opened her mouth with an "Ahh ahh ahh!" Every time he asked her, she would make that hand gesture.

It's pretty neat, I just wish I new what it meant. Does it mean 'more,' 'please,' 'yes,' 'give me that pineapple you crazy people!' -- I'd just like to know what's being communicated.

We looked up what is the official Baby Sign Language for 'more' and it's not that, so I'm clueless. Maybe she made it up herself.