Too Fast

This past week has been tumultuous and emotionally difficult, but not for the reasons you would think. I'll just sum it all up by saying I have had enough of puke, poop, and piddle not being in their appropriate places in my house. The puke belonged to my daughter, and the other two belonged to each of the respective dogs.

Hubs and I had been talking recently about when it was time to move Baby Bean into a toddler bed. I loved the idea of keeping her in her crib until she was able to climb out on her own, which is how my parents did it with all of their kids. But Hubs didn't like the idea of BB trying to scale the crib and falling on her head. I also liked the idea of keeping her in her crib as long as possible because I cannot bear the thought of my baby growing up!

This is one of those situations like a pregnancy test with me. Sometimes I have to just close my eyes and get it over with. So Saturday night, we converted BB's bed to a toddler bed.

I can't even begin to tell you how it wrenched my heart! The only other time I have cried so far about changing the bed is when we moved it down a setting for the first time. Once the bed was converted and BB was jumping on it, I cried. Great, big crocodile tears.

It seems like I tried forever to bring this little girl into my world, and she is growing up in the blink of an eye. Can't time just slow down a little bit? Does she really have to grow up so fast?

Getting into the Big Girl bed for the first time.

This smile broke the camera.

As if that weren't enough, I kid you not, right after that bed was set up, she took off her diaper and said she needed to go potty. So she ran down to the bathroom and waited for me to hoist her onto the toilet seat. This was the first time she had even hinted at wanting to use the toilet. I couldn't believe it. This is all seriously going way too fast.

That night after she went to bed, I ran to the store to buy her a step stool to get up into her bed, and a potty training potty. The next morning when she told me she needed to go potty, I took her upstairs and let her help me set up her new potty. I sat her on it, but of course nothing came out. Tonight, however, after I got her undressed to get in the bath, she said she needed to go potty. So I took her in, sat her down, and asked her if she was going to go potty. She said yes, and the next thing I know, she was actually going potty! I couldn't believe it! She went again after her bath.

BB's new potty.
(No, I did not take a picture of her next to her "accomplishment" like some TV stars do. This was just before she used it.)

THEN, as if all of that wasn't hard enough, my sister was finally able to bring her baby home from the NICU last week (which is awesome and exciting news and not the part that is hard), so I had to pull all of BB's clothes down from the attic to send to her. Of course everything needed to be sorted, washed, and then folded. So I had to come face to face with newborn and 3 month clothes that I thought were going to be up in the attic until I was happily pregnant. It tore my heart into a million tiny pieces as I folded the clean clothes and remembered BB wearing them. I wanted to cry and asked my husband if he thought we would ever have another one. He says he does. I think we will too. I just wish I knew when. And in a post for later this week I will explain to you all why I have no hope for this cycle. None. (I had a weird appt with my RE last Thursday; I go back on Tuesday, so stay tuned).

As usual, I don't want to leave my post on a down note, so I will provide you with some much requested gerbil footage. I tried to take pictures, but it is really difficult to get these little guys on camera yet. They are still pretty skittish and shy, and I don't think a flash would help ease them into their new home, so I took some video instead. (At about the minute and a half mark, you can hear them talking.) Enjoy!