Let's Pretend

Let's pretend this is what my house looks like all the time...

... and not just when the landlord asks if I can take some pictures or when we know someone is coming to look at the house.  Let's just pretend.  Okay, done now.

Because behind those cleared counters with enough space to roll out a dozen pies, is a huge pile of appliances that got booted out of the kitchen. 

And hidden on the floor in the other room, is a pile of paperwork that I've been meaning to "get to" for several months now.

And dumped in deepest recesses of our closet, are piles of laundry I was haphazardly folding moments before the doorbell rang.

Pretending is fun, but it's just not real.  Real is getting a new roof and new siding all in the same month ... and trying to get two little boys to take naps amidst all the pounding.

Real is having two days to clean and prep your house for showings, two days for hubby to patch and paint the holes in the walls left behind after the siding guys left, and two days to weed and mulch the gardens.

Real is having a little boy so eager to help out his daddy, he doesn't want to come inside for dinner.   

Real is trying to find a happy medium between dinner inside and daddy outside.  And maybe real is not wanting dinner to end up on the newly cleaned dining room floor.

Real is spending over an hour showing off someone else's house to an interested family, walking them around the neighborhood, responding to all their inquiries and then being slightly waylaid by, "Wow, it must be really hard for you to leave this place!"

Real is dedicating an entire weekend to making your landlord's house look good, and then having him sign over a lease to someone who lives on the other side of the country and didn't come see the house anyway.

Real is knowing you don't have to clean the house again until you move in 3 months, unless you want to.

And real is not having to worry about your current house any longer and getting to focus on your future abode.  Yay!

Pretending is nice for a little while, but real isn't so bad either.  And we're really excited to get crackin' on our new home, new city, new neighborhood, new friends, new parks, new church, new life ... search.  Real life is busy!

The latest on our littlest

Our newest addition had a photo shoot yesterday!  At 11 weeks, 2 days (don't you love the exactness of gestational age!) this was the furthest along I've ever been for a first trimester ultrasound, and I was amazed at the difference a week or two can make!

#3 is clearly a human baby.  Baby's feet were kicking, arms flailing, heart beating ... and I'm almost positive I saw fingers and toes but I won't assert that for sure, just in case that's not possible at this stage and I was just imagining things. The nurse sent home a stack of pictures since my husband couldn't join me.  Unfortunately, someone had to stay home with the other offspring. 

Baby was measuring a few days behind (as usual), but not enough to make them change my dates (as usual) so I'm officially due on October 5.  Yeah, me and the majority of pregnant woman apparently.  Did you know October 5 is the most populous birthdate in the United States?  Wikipedia says it, so it must be true - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthday.  Of course, I highly doubt baby will make an appearance on its due date.  I'm actually thinking a week later (as usual), which is Jack's birthday. :(  So I'm hoping to go a week earlier and maybe score ourselves a September birthday, because I like to spread the holiday cheer around in this family!

The nurse didn't have an exact heartrate but said it was somewhere in the 150s, the same as Jack and Jude at this point.  Which means (a) our children are all consistent or (b) this one is another boy.  And I gotta say, even though I, and the rest of the world it seems, have been thinking girl this time around ... I wonder if it's just wishful thinking?  Honestly, if I went with my gut right now, I'd have to guess boy.  I think this is the safest guess to make so that I'll either be pleasantly surprised to find out it's a girl or already prepared to find out it's a boy. 

And did you know that with two previous boys I have greater chances of having a third boy than a girl?  The chances aren't as high as folklore might suggest, only about 2-6%, but still there.  Then again, technically everyone has greater chances of having a boy with each pregnancy because 51% of babies born are male.  Interesting, huh?  Read more at http://www.in-gender.com/XYU/odds/gender_odds.aspx.

Here is our 11th week belly shot.  Definitely something there that wasn't there a few weeks ago, although I'm still able to button up my "fat jeans" or at least pull the rubberband trick.  Funny thing is my belly button has already started to pop, after three pregnancies in three years I think it just doesn't want to put up a fight anymore, because it's certainly not under much pressure!

So all is well in utero.  Baby is in the right spot, looking healthy and active and there's only one!  I'm starting to feel much, much better.  I haven't thrown up in three whole days and I'm feeling a bit more energetic each day.  Which is good, because I've got 24 hours to turn this neglected, haven't-felt-like-cleaning-since-week-7 house into something model home-worthy for some prospective renters coming to check things out, and it's going to take a large chunk of those hours just to make sure the bathroom doesn't smell like a 2.5 year old has been potty training for the last two months. Eek!

First Trimester Funk

Jon says we must be having a girl since I’ve been so grumpy lately. Aside from not being the wisest comment a husband could make to his pregnant wife, he is probably right. I haven’t been the easiest person to live with. But it’s hard to know how much of that can be attributed to crazy hormonal activity, constant nausea, over-exhaustion, and nights of poor sleep … or all these typical first trimester issues combined with the fact that I’m trying to keep up with two little boys, the busyness of work during a heavy marketing season, and the constant weight of not knowing where we’ll be living in a few months. It’s hard to say. But I’ll admit, I haven’t quite felt like myself lately.

The first trimester always gets me down, and this one has been no exception. I hate to say it but it’s almost like I’ve temporarily lost my zeal for life. Not that I don’t want to go on living, but more like I’m just trying to get through each day on the bare minimum. Just thinking about meals makes me want to gag, much less actually eating them. By the time the boys go to bed I’m ready to head there myself. I’ve traded in books and sewing projects for evenings on the couch watching American Idol. And I don’t have a single “spring” décor item up in the house. I’m seriously slackin’!

And on top of the "normal" first trimester stuff I ended up coming down with some nasty stomach bug this past weekend.  The kind of bug that kept me up at night and exhausted all day.  By Monday my stomach was better but I had a major headache from being slightly dehydrated.  I recovered just in time for Jude's teething to really set in.  We're up to AT LEAST 7 teeth right now, that I can count, cutting through at the SAME TIME.  The poor little guy is hurting and exhausted and cranky and clingy.  And so is his mama.

But the good news is better days are just around the corner. Weather is predicted to be in the 60s and 70s the rest of this week, which means Jack will have plenty of fresh air to breathe, room to run and mud to throw. Thanks to the time change the boys are now sleeping past 7am and I am loving the extra time in the morning. On Friday I get to catch a glimpse of our new little one so we can settle the due date and confirm we’re only growing by one baby this fall. In two weeks, I’ll be headed into the second trimester and enjoying the new mommy adrenaline rushes that those months bring. And, most anticipated of all, we just got word on Saturday that in June we’ll be headed to (drumroll please) … the greater Annapolis area in Maryland!

Yes, the wait is finally over! Now the hard work begins. And can I just say how proud I am of my husband for getting his FIRST CHOICE for the fourth time in a row. He’s so excited about this new job, and I’m excited for him!

So here’s to new adventures in a new home, and new babies and new seasons. Because spring is just around the corner, and I have never looked forward to it more!

R & R ... and R & R & R

Rest and recuperation, and respite and rejuvanation and a little romance ...  The hubby and I were able to get away for a short trip, just the two of us, this past week and it was soooo wonderful!

Jon had military training in Pennsylvania last week and rather than stay home and try to take care of the boys on my own in my current state, we invited ourselves up to spend the week up at Marmie and Poppa's where we all three were all well taken care of.  After Jon's training ended he met back up with us, we kissed the kiddos goodbye, and were off for a rare 36 hours of alone time - the first we've had together since Jack was born!

I'll admit, it was a little more difficult to leave the boys than I anticipated.  We've only left Jack overnight once before, when we were in the hospital having Jude.  And I've never left Jude for more than a few hours.  Not to mention he's still nursing, and still not doing so well with other milk alternatives.  Plus he just seems so young, I was afraid he wouldn't understand that Mommy was going away but would be back.  But apparently all went well!  The boys spent all day Thursday with Marmie and Poppa, who took them to a castle playland, and then spent the night and next day at Nonnie and Poppie's.  And despite the fact that Jude appears to be cutting at least 7 teeth right now, and has been up in the night a lot more lately, he slept straight through for Nonnie.  And then he took a two hour nap the next morning.  Unheard of!!

But enough of the boys, this trip was about Jon and I!  We wanted to do a little something to celebrate our 5 year anniversary coming up in two weeks.  Since we're not going to the Cayman's this fall anymore like we had hoped, since we can't make plans this summer with the move and Jon's new job, and since I wasn't willing to leave Jude for too long at this point, we found a quaint little bed and breakfast in New Jersey to visit for one night.  Woolverton Inn was nearly perfect!

I need to go ahead and apologize for the quality of these pictures.  I am so preggo-brained right now I should really just stick with a point-and-shoot for the rest of this pregnancy, or at least trimester.  Instead, I managed to take a handful of pictures on a completely absurd setting and not realize it until we were in the car and on our way home.  Pfff...

This was our cottage.

So anyway, the only problem with our getaway was that it rained the entire day and night we were there.  It kind of made for a dreary visit, and we weren't able to do much exploring of the grounds like I was looking forward to.  But when your goal is just to relax and enjoy the peace and serenity a little rain on the roof wasn't so bad.

Our lovely room.

These windows look out onto the sheep pasture.

Loved the fireplace!

The cupaloo above the bed.

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Barn doors looking out from the whirlpool tub to the fireplace.

Fresh flowers in all the rooms!

We ventured out in the downpour to visit The Inn at Phillips Mill for dinner.  I was a little skeptical after reading some of the reviews but it ended up being an ideal anniversary dinner.  Phillips Mill is an old stone barn converted into an inn and restaurant.  We sat in the glassed in porch with a fire roaring behind us.  Since it was a weeknight in March, we were the only couple there for a little while.  Another older couple arrived soon after, and the host seated them right behind us.  And not that we mind being close to other people but this was an extremely chatty pair, who proceeded to pour forth their life's history, complete with pictures, for the next hour.  So much for a quiet dinner.

The food, on the other hand, was magnificent!  I tried to take photos, like all those cool foodie bloggers do, but between the candlelight and my shaky grip they all came out fuzzy.  So picture an almond dusted brie with mandarin orange reduction and a trio of smoked seafood with dill creme fraiche for starters.  I had a crispy fresh house salad with the most delicious tomatoes (and I'm not typically a tomato eater!) and Jon had crawlfish bisque, which he claims was the best soup he's ever tasted!  Dinner was fillet of beef with blue cheese butter for me and black angus dry-rubbed strip steak with a red wine sauce for Jon.  After all that we were feeling lively and went for dessert, which I later regretted but it felt right at the moment! - some chocolate, vanilla strawberry cake for Jon and orange creme brulee for me.  Baby #3 is only the size of a grape these days but he/she was definitely hurting for space after that meal!

It continued to rain all through the night, which resounded on the cupaloo above our bed. Add to that a cozy fire and no TV, and we had a relaxing evening of reading and playing Scrabble.

Oh and did I mention the fabulous featherbed, terry-cloth robes and complimentary drinks?  Heaven.

The next morning the rain had stopped and since we slept with the windows open we awakened to the sound of bleating sheep.  The sheep pasture is actually right outside of the cottage where we stayed and they can walk right up to your window.  I just love sheep and the way they remind me of England!

View from our window ... I took more pictures of the sheep up close but alas, they did not turn out.

Other view from our window.

You can order breakfast in bed or eat in the manor, which is what we did.  It's served in one of the main rooms in the house but during the warmer months you can also eat out on the porch. 

Breakfast room.

Fresh flowers.

Breakfast was everything I was hoping it would be and more!  Chocolate cherry almond muffins, homemade granola with yogurt and lemon ricotta hotcakes with fresh fruit and apricot glazed pork sausage.  Mm mmm!!

The ground was too soggy for exploring and we wanted to soak up our last hour in the room.  We loved it so much we hated to say goodbye.  I should add here that my husband was completely opposed to staying in a bed and breakfast a few months ago.  I think this latest pregnancy has evoked some sympathetic feelings and he finally gave in to my request.  I actually wanted to stay in the manor house (it's a little cheaper and the house looked amazing).  But after touring the other rooms I'm really glad we ended up in the cottage we chose.  Actually we were supposed to be in a different one but when we checked in they had an opening in the Hunterdon, which was Jon's favorite, so we were able to move over there.  And let's just say the man was impressed.  He loved the antique furniture so much he was eager to hit the town and find some for our own home.  And we did.  We now own a lovely little 1930s hutch, which is currently in my in-laws attic until we have enough room in our car to bring it back down to our house. :)

So after checking out we decided to hit the town.  Although Woolverton Inn is in New Jersey, it is right on the Delaware River, which means it's just a hop, skip and a jump to Pennsylvania.  We drove over to New Hope to walk the streets.  New Hope is a very cute down, with lots of little shops to explore, but I have to say I was a tad disappointed.  Many of the stores weren't even open (for the season) and those that were didn't open their doors until noon.  And although I love shopping handmade and local ... well, these prices were just not in my range.  So we just admired.

We also made a quick stop in Lambertville, NJ, which is where my college roommate had her wedding reception almost two years ago.  And then Jon wanted to check out Washington's Crossing, which he willingly re-enacted for the camera.

We really wanted to climb Bowman's Tower and get a view of the valley but it was closed.  Notice a theme here?  I guess there's a reason it's called "low season."

My most favorite part of the day was just driving through Buck's County.  I have never seen so many stone farmhouses before in my life!  Or just plain lovely houses period.  It's just another thing I miss about Pennsylvania, people really take pride in their homes... and it shows!

Drive-by shooting.

We made it back to Jon's parents' house just as the boys were wrapping up dinner.  Ohhhh it was so good to see them, and hold them and kiss those cheeks!  It was an amazing 36 hours, and a much needed break for the two of us, but I am oh so happy to be back with our other half!

Our Story, Part IV: A cruddy, muddy camping trip

I did a lot of reading and thinking during the Summer of ’03. I left my freshman year of college slightly disillusioned and more confused than ever. I was determined to get my feet back on level ground by the time I returned in August. One of my favorite authors that summer was Elisabeth Elliot. I was 20 years old, dreaming of finding the love of my life and living happily ever after … and not a clue in the world as to how this would all happen.


I tend to overthink, overwork things in my mind. And back then I thought that love and marriage meant knowing someone completely and being known completely. And I didn’t think I could ever be married to someone who didn’t know me. In short, I was looking forward to spending a lifetime with someone who fully understood me. Now this makes me laugh out loud. Because, 5 years into this thing called marriage, I anticipate I’ll still be “getting to know” my husband for the rest of my life. And as for being understood … well we can’t take all the mystery out of marriage now can we?


And so, that Summer of 2003, I knew I liked Jon, I knew we could be good friends, and I knew he would make an excellent husband but try as hard as I could I could not get him to fit into my relational mold. There were just too many things about him that didn’t jive with the idea of marriage that I had stuck in my head. And to top it all off we were just too different! Ironically, one of the passages I marked in Elisabeth Elliot’s Let Me Be a Woman, a book I read that summer, still stands out to me today:


To the Christian who has prayed for years to be led to the right partner and who believes that the one he marries is indeed God’s choice for him, it is reasonable to conclude that the personality given is the one that best complements his own, the one that meets his needs in ways he could not himself have foreseen or chosen. It is the very differences themselves that open our eyes to what we are and, if we pray for the spiritual insight and understanding that Paul prayed for, we see them as God sees them and appreciate the glorious imagination of the Creator who made them.


Now, this means a lot more to me now than it did back then, but the one thing I understood at the time was that if you trust God to pick out your spouse and allow him to work it all out in your life, well then the person he has for you is bound to be the “perfect fit” regardless of whether or not you can work it all out in your head, regardless of whether he/she will every fully “get” you, regardless of how you feel 10 minutes/5 years/60 years into your marriage. How nice to trust someone else to do all the overthinking/overworking for you.


So this was the epiphany I had going into our multi-family camping trip that summer. And, in case we didn’t hit it off so well, I took my Elizabeth Elliot book collection along with me for some quiet reading, which Jon claims he found slightly unnerving.


But my pile of “dating” books (as he called them, I assert that they are not) couldn’t have been nearly as unattractive as the result of camping in the mud for 3 days. Yes, it poured all night, and many parts of the day, that we were camping. My parents have been using the same tent for as long as I can remember. It leaks now, and it certainly leaked then! After 3 days of camping in the mud, soggy clothes, no make-up and frizzy hair, I figured if he was still interested in me he must be something special.


But we had a good time in spite of the rain and I felt our “old” friendship coming back. We played lots of card games with our families, got reprimanded by the park ranger on several occasions for being loud after curfew, took the kayaks out on the water and went on a motorcycle ride.


Jon’s parents bought him a motorcycle for his birthday and he had been asking me to go out for a ride with him for several weeks now. I had politely refused on all occasions because I was certain it would just be awkward. But he kept bugging me and other people started making comments that suggested they thought I was scared, which I was not. So to prove them all wrong I finally conceded. But requested that he not go too fast (I didn’t want to have to hold on to him that tight) and that he stay in the park. He did neither. I still had fun and managed to enjoy the ride without wrapping my arms around him too tightly.

Word traveled fast about the motorcycle ride and I found this note in my work inbox the next day:

Although I appreciated my friends’ concerns, I just wasn’t quite ready yet to take the next step. But after that camping trip I did start to see Jon in a new light. I wrote in my journal:

August 8, 3003

He’s very thoughtful and giving; and the things that used to really stand out and annoy me don’t seem to matter as much anymore.


August 10, 2003
Jon is knowledgeable. People like to listen to knowledgeable people because they know stuff and are interesting. Like reading a good book.


Jon’s good at talking and I like to listen.


And so, what turned out to be a cruddy time to go camping ended up being an ideal time to get to know my future mate. I considered that week in 2003 a real turning point in our relationship, but it was just a sample of many more pivotal moments to come, not the least of which was an October weekend in Connecticut and my first Coast Guard football game…

Cloth Diapering, Part II

So back in the fall I wrote about our venture into cloth diapering waters.  I think I promised an update and I have been sorely remiss in doing so.  This is because, like diapers, things just kept changing.  Just when I thought I had the hang of it something would go wrong and I'd be back at square one again.  It's come to the point where I've all but given up on cloth diapering.  For the last two weeks they've been sitting in a drawer, completely unused.  I guess you could say I've quit, but I honestly don't want to.  So I'm gonna wait it out a bit and see if we can't pick it up again in the future.  If not with Jude then maybe with #3.

That said, I like to keep honesty the policy here and hopefully someone out there can learn from my experience.  So here is a list of my cloth diapering issues and solutions:

Fit
When I first started using gDiapers I had the hardest time with fit.  They tend to have a higher rise than disposable diapers, but the waistband should be loose.  And most importantly the edge of the diaper needs to hit at the highest crease in the groin.  This is where I always had trouble.  Sometimes it would take me multiple tries before I got the diaper on right.  This is difficult with a wriggly baby but it becomes easier with more practice.  Eventually I got the correct fit most of the time.

Absorbancy
Unfortunately, as soon as I started getting the fit right we started experiencing leaks again.  And for the life of me, I could not figure out why.  I kept thinking it was the fit, but it wasn't.  I started changing Jude every two hours or less and he was still soaking through his pants.  And I think the cold, wet diapers were causing him to wake early from naps as well.  Finally, after researching online and discussing with some other gDiaper moms on a message board, I figured out that the gCloth inserts I was using were just not able to hold Jude's amount of pee.  Apparently it's a common problem as the babies get older and pee more.  This is my beef with gDiapers.  I have an average-sized baby who is exclusively breastfed (and definitely not over-doing the liquids), wearing a size medium/large diaper that's supposed to last up to 28 pounds, with a size medium/large insert which is supposed to be good until the baby is potty-trained.  If he's oversaturating a diaper in about an hour's time, just what kind of kids are these inserts supposed to work on?? 

So it was back to more researching and exploring.  I decided to make my own inserts using Zorb, supposedly one of the most absorbant fabrics on the market.  I bought a yard directly from the manufacturer http://www.wazoodle.com/.  I used microfiber as the top layer since it is soft and wicks away moisture, followed by 3 layers of Zorb.  Zorb must be fully encased otherwise it will fall apart in the wash.  So I added a layer of flannel to the bottom since a.) it's thin and b.) I've got a ton of it in the form of old receiving blankets.

My parents got me a serger for Christmas and I was SO excited to test it out.  The best part was the machine arrived completely threaded and ready to go!  I did a few dry runs on some homemade wipes and was ready to roll!  I had pictured some perfectly formed inserts that rivaled the gCloth itself, or at least the homemade ones I saw on Etsy.  It didn't exactly work out that way.  First of all, Zorb is thick and I was working with three layers plus two layers of another fabric.  Even with a serger I was having a tough time cutting through all those layers.  And since I have no previous serging experience, I had to learn the hard way.  If I ever do this again I'll definitely not try to round the corners, it nearly killed my machine.  In fact, I did bend a needle that way.  This was actually much worse than it sounds because, although replacing a needle is inconvenient, it's not nearly as difficult as re-threading the machine, which I then had to do.  Then again, by the time I had finished my project I ended up re-threading the machine a gazillion times.  Have you seen those serger thread guides?  They're a killer.  I'm pretty sure I spent more time threading and re-threading the machine than I did actually sewing.

And that was just one of my issues.  Turns out my original top layer was the wrong material and not only did not absorb liquid but actually repelled it.  Oops.  This meant undoing my first batch of inserts and re-sewing them with new fabric.  Then I had issues with the bottom layer pulling away from the seam and leaving a gap.  And these were just technical errors.  These say nothing about my sewing skills, which are sorely lacking.  I was able to finish the project but the end result was anything but eye appealing. 

A J9 original and a regular gCloth.

But the good news is, they work!  Really well actually!  I still couldn't let Jude go more than 2 hours but I don't mind changing him that often anyway.  I also started doubling up on my old inserts and that got us through about 2 hours as well.  Woo hoo, we were back on the cloth diapering train!

Smell
In addition to the leaks Jude's diapers had a signature scent, and it wasn't a good one.  They'd come out of the wash smelling all fresh and clean, but the moment he peed in one the resulting odor was enough to make Daddy gag.  This is actually a common cloth diaper issue and easy to solve with a laundry detergent specifically for cloth diapers.  The gDiapers website says you can use any laundry detergent, but that you will need to strip your diapers occasionally if they start to lose absorption.  I didn't want to invest in fancy detergent since I was just starting out, so I went with All Free and Clear.  This is better than regular detergent but still not great.  After several months of use my diapers were suffering from detergent build up, which while not affecting their absorbancy, was causing them to smell foul.

More research and I decide to go with Rockin' Green detergent.  I ordered some samples in the mail and used them to soak and strip the diapers a few times.  I noticed an immedient difference.  So then I bought a bigger batch from diapers.com with a coupon code.  I haven't got to use the big batch yet because we've since run into another problem...

Rash
Soon after I made my own extra-absorbant inserts and invested in some cloth diaper friendly detergent, Jude got a horrible, terrible diaper rash.  But this wasn't your typical diaper rash because it wasn't on his bottom.  It was on his inner thigh right where the diaper liner hit his leg.  I mean it was really, really bad.  I took a few days off from cloth diapering and it cleared up on its own.  I put him back in cloth and it came back.  Since this was never an issue before it could have been a reaction to the new detergent but since that stuff is supposedly all-natural and should completely wash out in the laundry, I find it highly unlikely.  I waited a few weeks before attempting cloth again but it doesn't really matter because we are once again having problems with ...

Fit
Yeah, here we go again.  Remember how I said gDiapers need to ride high in the leg to create a "seal" to keep liquid in?  Well I suddenly can NOT seem to get them to sit right on his inner thigh.  I will literally put on and take off the same diaper 10 times and still not get a good fit.  And by this time Jude's patience has worn thin and he's ready to roll off to some new adventure.  It's beyond frustrating.  I have read on some message and review boards that gDiapers only work well for chubby babies.  I just figured these users weren't trying hard enough but I'm beginning to become a believer.  Jude isn't tiny, but he has really thinned out the past few months.  He's long and lean and basically has none of that adorable baby chub that his brother was, and still is, known for.  It's really hard to create a "seal" when there are no rolls to work with. 

And so, all these issues combined, and the culminating fact that I simply cannot even put the gDiaper on my son anymore, has led me to put the cloth away, for now at least.  I hate to say I'm giving up entirely because maybe Jude will chunk up again in the next few months, and I'd love to use them again on the new baby.  I'm also open to trying another kind of cloth.  One of the areas we may end up moving to has a cloth diaper store and offers cloth diapering classes.  If we end up there I definitely want to have a chat with their resident expert.  But for now, in my current unmotivated, just-trying-to-make-it-through-the-day-until-my-new-9pm-bedtime state, I think we'll keep up with the disposable diapers.  It certainly helps that I just got an entire box of 203 diapers, shipped to my door, for free a few weeks ago.  Moms, if you're not signed up yet, you NEED to join Amazon Mom.  It's worth it for the free shipping alone.

That's it for now, but hopefully I'll have a cloth diapering Part III post someday in my future mommy career.