2003-10-07-10:15 p.m.
So, take a wild guess at what I got for my birthday. I didn't get my period which was due on my birthday but I did get a baby. As if the above picture wasn't a big enough clue. I'm pretty excited. If everything goes according to plan, we'll have a new bambino next June sometime. Right before Ro baby turns three in July. Perfect timing in my book. :) I must be really fertile in the autumn. Heeee. I can't wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl.

I took a test yesterday and got the faintest of faint pink lines. I didn't know if that was a yes or a no. So, we got the Digital Clear Blue Easy that says "PREGNANT", so I wouldn't be hemming and hawwing over it. The really odd thing is my pregnancy symptoms this time around are extremely mild to nonexistent. With Ro boy, he hijacked my body within days of conception and everything started going awry well before I missed my period.

All this has made me realize that I was probably pregnant last month too but had a miscarriage. I just thought I was having an exceptionally bad period but now I'm pretty sure I miscarried. I was having pregnancy symptoms before the awful period kicked in.

I know some of our family members, especially my MIL, will be hopeful for a girl. The woman has a huge doll collection. She doesn't know who to leave it to as I have zero interest. Another boy would be the most convenient though because of all our boy stuff, but I'll be happy either way. I'm just hopeful for a healthy baby more than anything.

cool little unit
I was reading the diary of Peckish and she mentioned registering for a robotic vacuum cleaner. I've not heard of such a thing but a quick google search revealed The Roomba. Now, I want one. It costs as much as a decent vacuum cleaner. We currently have an $80 Hello Kitty vacuum that I'm terribly impressed with given it's cost, but I think our new house will be a bit much for it. I also don't know if it's safe for hardwoods and it looks like the Roomba is fine for hardwoods. hmmm

Barney's misguided minions
I withdrew Ro boy from speech therapy today because we both hate it. I think I mentioned that after months of no talking at the end of August Ro boy suddenly started popping out with complete sentences in perfectly pronounced English. Speech therapy started the following week and he hasn't said a word since. I feel like it's making him angry and more language resistant because he's a contrary little fellow much like his mother.

I've been fairly annoyed with the process. For one, I hate how the therapist (aka Chatty Kathy) talks to Ro boy. She always sounds artificially excited like Barney. "Hi Ro boy! Do YOU want to PLAY with some PUPPETS today!" I'm sure there's some book out there that says that's how you talk to kids if you want to capture their attention. However, we never talk in Barney-like voices to Ro boy. He is sort of weirded out by the therapist's behavior and won't let her touch him or anything.

Anyhow, after 8 or 10 sessions, the only difference with Ro boy is that he has ceased talking and now has complex about the word "Open". This is because the therapist initially tried to force Ro boy to talk by putting things in containers and refusing to give them to him unless he said "Open" or "O" or something like that. She tried to make it into a game but he just got super mad and started banging his head. After she did this two days in a row, he was beside himself and he threw a toy in her face. Even last week, a few weeks after the event, he would instantly start crying if the therapist even said the word, Open, as part of a sentence not even directed toward him. Another side effect of the Open debacle has been grabby behavior. If you offer Ro boy anything out of a container he used to take one or two cookies. Now, he takes a huge fistful because he's in dread of someone withholding something to make him say "Open". Sigh.

The developmental tests they did on him were so dumb as well. The way they interpret them is so narrow too. You can tell they're all victims of convergent thinking and have all read the same book on child development. Anything that isn't normal is subnormal. So, one test was lining up a ball, a cup, and a box and then asking Ro boy to fetch the cup. Ro boy ignored them totally as he does with all strangers. He just wants to do his own thing. I knew perfectly well he knew what a cup was but he wouldn't get it for some reason. So, he gets marked as not being able to follow directions or identify a cup. After they left I spent the rest of the week re-setting up the test and asking Ro boy to get the cup. He looked at me blankly and just walked off every time. I was baffled and started wondering if he really didn't get it. After like the 20th time, I asked him for the cup and he walked over to it, picked it up, looked at me very pointedly and then threw it on the ground and stomped off. End of game. The point is he knows stuff but he doesn't see their "learning" games as fun or even attention worthy.

Actually, Ro boy didn't stopped talking entirely. The one thing he has done consistently is tell the speech therapist to leave. After he gets fed up with her, he walks up to her and says bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye and waves at her. Basically, telling her it's time to go. It's pretty funny. He'll also start putting her stuff away. It cracks me up. So, yeah. We quit. I think it's for the best.

Having to deal with her and house stuff and my job and life in general has been driving me crazy. I'm really happy that I don't have to deal with those brain-washed barney maniacs anymore. Man, they all love barney. I don't even allow roen to watch barney. He freaks me out.

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