Update

Well it looks as though our new little one is on its way to heaven. I got my test results back from Saturday and my hormone levels had dropped pretty low and I'm still bleeding and cramping so I'm thinking this one is over. So, I've decided that it was a boy and his name is Henry (since Brandon refuses to let me name any of our sons Henry - this is as good as it gets) and our little Henry is in heaven now and I'll see him someday so it's ok. I still have to go do another blood test on Friday, but I don't really see the point. I'm a little mad at my doctor, but I'll probably just find another one and move on.

It's been harder than I thought. We were only about 6 or 7 weeks along, but I didn't realize how attached I had become to the little guy! For the most part I've been ok, but I've had a couple of moments of breaking down and crying for a little while. I've still been going to work, but I think I'm going to have a little talk with my boss about reducing my work load during month end. Did you know that job-related stress increases your risk of miscarriage by three times? I guess since things were so easy with Timothy when I got pregnant I just thought they would be easy this time too, but oh well. So we'll wait until all this stupid bleeding is done and I feel better and then start trying again.

So in other news...Timothy is still really interested in the potty. I did buy him some pull-ups and he seems to like them (except for the fact that he can take them off himself, I don't like that very much!). He doesn't go in the potty 100% of the time, probably only 30%, but hey, it's a start!

He has become quite the challenge when it comes to discipline though. I took him out a few weeks ago in church to spank him and decided to just spank on the diaper and it totally didn't even phase him and when we walked out of the bathroom he announced, "all done!" so we've moved to spanking on the side on his leg...it's been much more efficient. He also still occasionally throws his food at the table and I was popping him on the hand for it and last night he threw something and Brandon and I both looked at him and he started hitting his own hand, I had to get up and walk away, I was trying so hard not to laugh! It's been nice to have some humour and sweet hugs and kisses this week.

No pictures tonight, I did take some of him today in his pull-ups and on his potty, but the cameras downstairs and I'm too tired to get it tonight. I'll try to get them up later. We're putting up our Christmas tree on Saturday though so I'll get pictures of that too. Happy early Thanksgiving!