Lucidia Lohman

Imma Extra Vert

I had a fever this past weekend. It hit 102.5! Mom freaked out, so we all piled into the car and went to Minor Care. The people there were pretty nice, except for that one really mean lady with a needle who poked me! Why would poke someone with a face as cute as this!?

If I were you, lady, I’d be so sad and guilty, I’d probably quit my job. But I understand. The economy sucks. I mean… the economy is really bad right now. (Sorry, Mom, but I’m learning bad words like that from you. Pop Pop said if you don’t clean up your language, my first word is going to be a bad one.)

Mom and Dad stayed home Monday and Tuesday to take care of me, and now I’m all better! I was so happy to get back to daycare and see the other beans, and I know Mom and Dad were thrilled to get away from daytime TV. I missed playing with other kids. I’m what Mom calls an “Extra Vert.” I don’t know what that means, but I’m pretty sure it has something to do with smiling, laughing, and playing with other beans.

I’m still not sleeping through the night, though. I know Mom and Dad are so tired of being woken up at all hours of the night. Sorry, guys, but I’m still a little miserable. I’ll be better soon.

I better get off the computer and back to the daycare before they notice I’m gone! I just want Mom and Dad to know I love them! Thanks for taking care of me!

Hey, Dad, get me more of that Turkey Tetrazzini dinner! That stuff is awesome!

Some Updates

I love planes. Man, planes are so cool. They’re big, you sit in them, and they take you to places way faster than a car can. How cool is technology?

Mom and Dad are taking me to PA this weekend to see my family. I’m going to see Grammy and Pop Pop, Granny and Popsy, all my uncles (except Uncle David in Korea), and I hope to see the Gorski side. Poor Mom misses that side of the family. I think she really wants to see everyone. She said something the other day about how she hasn’t seen them in so long and misses spending Christmas up there, so I think this is really for her. The fact that she gets to show me off to these people is just a bonus.

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I Am Mobile

Yes, it’s true. I rolled over for the first time tonight as Mom and Dad watched Trailer Park Boys.

They were so excited, Mom jumped up and started clapping while Dad ran to get the camera. They’re way too excited about this rolling stuff. I could do it way before I actually did it. I just figured I’d do it tonight so Mom and Dad would be happy. I love seeing them smile. Plus, I don’t have clothing on right now, so that’s super cool.

I just wanted to watch Trailer Park Boys. I like Ricky.

That Was Some Party! (And I’m 2 Months Old!)

Whew! I’m beat.

Mom and Dad took me on my first plane ride last week. What a blast. The roar of the engines, the people in the airport, the food, and all that walking sure can make a baby cranky, but not me. I slept through most of it. Mom and Dad made me suck on a pacifier until we landed. Something about air pressure. I thought the air was fine.

So the world itself is interesting. I’m liking being alive. Mom and Dad are pretty cool guardians. Mom sings to me, and Dad dances. He looks silly. Mom, Dad, and I play the Wii a lot. They read to me. Mom walks me around the house and shows me the shrine Dad is building to me. He has a lot of pictures, frames, and nails. I’m pretty sure he’s legally insane, but Mom seems to like him.

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38 Weeks… The Countdown Begins

12 days to go. Well, at least that’s what I hear Mom saying. She goes “12 12 12 12 12 12… get out.” That makes me laugh. Then she mentions “eviction notice” to Dad, and he laughs. I still don’t know what that is.

Has anyone heard of this thing called “Thanksgiving”? Wow! And I thought Whoppers were good! Nothing compares to turkey, stuffing, gravy, jellied cranberry, and sweet potato casserole! Absolutely nothing! I think Mom ate her weight in turkey legs. I like turkey. And then Dad made turkey rice soup. Wow. That was great.

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36 Weeks Gestated!

I would like to make an announcement:

I could come any day now!

Sure, my due date is December 13, but really, what do doctors know? Now that I’m 36 weeks gestated, I can come at any time because I’m considered full-term! Sure, I should stay put for a few more weeks to aid in lung development and overall weight gain (Mom loves weight gain, especially now that I’m making her crave all sorts of fats and sugars), but if I decided to come now, it’d be kosher.

Mom’s been saying she hopes I come right after Thanksgiving. Something about “convenience” and “holidays” is all she can talk about.

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I’m Being Sneaky

Mom thought this was so funny. She laughed so hard that I almost made her pee herself. I don’t know why she finds this funny. It probably has to do with the word “evicting,” but I don’t know what that means. I wanted to sneak on here and post it because if it makes Mom happy, it’ll make you happy, too.

Can someone explain this to me, please? Who is Mom “evicting”?

I’m Over 34 Weeks Old!

I can’t believe this. How nuts is that?

Mom said it’s a very good thing. Apparently, at 34-weeks gestation, if I was born now, I’d be just fine. I’d probably spend a few extra days in the hospital, but otherwise, I’d be fine. Mom said I need to stay here, though, because my lungs need to mature a bit, and I’m still working on getting fatter. Hey, Mom! Meatloaf!

I can’t move in here at all. I can slide, punch, and kick, but that’s about all I can do. I’m already head-down, and I can’t see a thing unless I strain really hard. Then I can see some light. I’m opening and closing my eyes, just like a newborn, and sometimes Mom and I play hide-and-seek. Well, more like poke-and-prod.

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Am I Really That Old? (With Pictures!)

I can hardly move in here. And it’s dark.

Apparently, I am 33 weeks old, and I’m making sure Mom feels every minute of it. I’m pretty sure I’m at least 4 pounds right now. Maybe more.

Things have been hectic here, but all is well now. I was giving Mom a hard time for awhile as her body began adjusting to the weight gain, my never-ending bladder dancing, and this thing she calls “heartburn.” But I heard her tell Dad that she can sleep through the night now if she sleeps in a certain position. I still kick her though. Well, sometimes. It’s getting hard to move around in here. Things are getting cramped. I mainly just slide from one side to another and poke at this bladder. I get bored, so sometimes I’ll poke Mom’s ribcage. I love her diaphragm, too. It’s flexible. Great for my feet. Mom said she can’t breathe, but I don’t have anywhere else to go right now, to be honest with you, so feet in ribs and lungs will have to do.

These past two weeks, I have found out I can do two very important things: make Mom crave Mexican food (even Taco Bell when we’re low on cash) and hiccup—a lot. I think I hiccup 3-4 times a day. That’s crazy. But that Mexican food sure is worth it.

My favorite thing this week was when Mom was in a meeting with her boss, and I kept sliding, which I heard her say makes her shirt move (or something). So there she is, sitting there, with her shirt moving across her belly, trying to make sure no one notices! Oh, I’m a stinker.

It’ll get worse, Mom, before it gets better.

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Just a Small Update From a Small Lady

Well, I’m not so small anymore. I keep growing and growing and growing (or as Sarah Palin would say, “growin’” and “golly gee no way, look adder go!” (I really don’t like that woman’s voice.) I’m over three pounds now and totally upside-down in here. (It’s getting hard to type. This cord keeps getting in the way.) I’m starting to trigger some simple contractions for Mom at night and in the morning so she can get used to it. Wait’ll she sees what I have in store for her! Ha! I’m also making her crave everything sugar. She gained three pounds in two weeks! Boy, was she mad. (She promised to walk more, but I’m making her too tired for that. Just keep feeding me, lady.)

Mom was really mad yesterday. Apparently the place we were supposed to go back to in order to get the 4D ultrasound just up and closed. Permanently. It’s no longer in business! Mom said she wants a refund, but I’m not sure for what. It’s not like she can return me.
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