So we went to our first playgroup in underwear. Not so good. It was bad enough that I knew he had to pee before he left the house, but he down right refused. We fought over it for about 30 minutes before I finally gave up and put him in the car. I should have just took the hint right there and kept our butt home.

He peed his pants twice. He was too caught up in playing he refused to stop. I kept asking him if he had to pee “no pee pee Mommy.” Once in the bathroom after he got his wet undies taken off he would say  “I sorry Mommy, I pee pee now…” and then he would go in the potty. I finally gave up after the second accident.

I just want to hide under a rock for a while.

This boy is rocking and rolling! Even with a stomach bug today, we managed to get a crash course in pooping on the potty and still came through with just a few poopy accidents and no pee pee ones!

I finally decided to suck it up and start potty training. SUB has been down with it for a while, but I haven’t had the patience or the motivation to do it. So, it’s really all me…I really like cloth diapering…maybe a little too much. But now that I will have a new butt to cover in fluff, I figured it was about time.

We went out and got tons of Elmo and Thomas the Train undies, and I even made sticker charts to track our progress. So far on day #2 it seems to be working, now I just have to stick with it. Being 6 months pregnant and sitting on the bathroom floor all day isn’t much fun, I had my fill of that the first few months with morning sickness.

I hit an all time low on the diaper front. Newborn diapering can be tricky, what with the explosive poop and chicken legs, so I have had to broaden my horizons and buy a little of everything to make sure that something works.

Being the trendy diaper buyer that I am, I have heard raves about Newborn Mutts. These fitted diapers are hard to come by, so on Saturday afternoon when I got an email about a diaper stocking I was all over it. I was ready to pounce on the diapers as soon as they showed up on the website.

I loaded SUB up with cookies, juice and Elmo on the DVR, determined to score at least a diaper or two.

Hours passed and somewhere in the middle SUB passed out on the couch in an Elmo induced coma. Mediums were stocked…all 3 varieties….but no newborns. I would run to grab a glass of water or pee, only to come back and refresh the screen. Still nothing. SUB woke up, so I tended to him as best I could while glued to the computer. Still nothing stocked. My mom came over to visit, so I opened the door and jumped back on the computer. I got the email at 1pm, it was now 4 pm and only 1/3 of the diapers had stocked.

Several other sizes popped up…so I continued to wait. Knowing that as soon as I got up to pee, the newborns would be up and gone before I got back.

Several hours later (5 to be exact) there were only 2 sizes left, and newborns were one of them. Everyone was screaming for food, and Kung Fu Panda started in an hour, so I was dragged away from the computer swearing that if I missed the newborn diapers someone was going to pay!

We arrived at the restaurant, where I pulled out my secret weapon. Hubbies laptop was fired up, and I tapped into a wi-fi connection nearby. We ordered, and I tried to pay attention to the dinner conversation as best I could, while refreshing the screen every few seconds to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. (This was probably the moment that I hit rock bottom…)

8 pm. 7 hours into the diaper stocking, and all that was left was the newborn diapers. It could be minutes, or it could be hours…SUB is going crazy and had to get out of his chair and run. The movie was starting in mere minutes, and we had to go now. I refreshed one more time, and low and behold- the newborns were up!

Good lord! It was time! Within 2 minutes, they were sold out. I managed to score 5 diapers…I can’t even tell you what they will look like, but damnit I won. If you consider shelling out a huge amount of money and wasting an entire saturday sitting on your ass waiting for a diaper to stock a victory that is….

And on a side note: SUB now refers to my belly as “baby brother” so apparently he doesn’t need an ultrasound to know what’s in there…I guess we will find out in a few months.