AKA Juan Pancho

Juan Pancho, who will be referred to as such for the remainder of this pregancy, and probably the rest of his life, will now have a proper name! And the way we got the name is kind of weird and hopefully it won't jinx anything but it was inspired from an episode of one of my favorite parenting shows (as in how NOT to parent) Intervention. Remind me to tell you this story once we've gone public with the name, which, as with the spawn before him, won't be until he makes it out of the tunnel and into this gritty, messy, thankless world.

Yippee! We have a name!

Pregnancy Breeds Forgetfulness

Not that this is news to anyone who has ever been pregnant.

I just realized that I don't really remember much about having babies and it's kind of sending me in a panic mode, along with the fact that Juan Pancho still does not have a proper name and that Dally will be moving to a big boy bed this week (more on that later).

So I have to whip out all the books I read before Dally was born ("all the books" - like it was that many. I believe I read two and a half). Gotta read Babywise to remember how to train Juan Pancho to sleep through the night in a reasonable amount of time. Gotta read Hypnobirthing to remember how to relax and push and "enjoy the experience." The .5 book is What to Expect When You're Expecting. This is more of a reference manual that I look to when I have gastrointestinal issues. It's got a very nice section on home remedies.

This may be a bit premature but one thing I do know is that my birthing plan this time around will once again include back-to-back screenings of The Karate Kid - best movie ever.