Oh, Internets.Let's have a chat shall we? I'm feeling like a failure as a pregnant woman. Like I just don't incubate properly or something. I'm not good at this baby-baking thing. Sure, I can get pregnant just by giving H the eye or visa versa but going the full nine months and doing it without complication or stress? Yeah, it just doesn't happen.Yesterday, I was busily typing and screening calls as TD engaged in her Sid the Science Kid love fest when I heard the machine pick up (yeah, I know, how 80s of me to not have voice mail) and it was my doctors office. Hm... Then my cell phone trilled. It was them. I immediately picked up to hear the woman tell me I need another sonogram but this time at a special diagnostic place. Apparently my amniotic fluid is low and I need to be resting … [Read more...]
Candy Corn = Massive Meltdown
I know what you are thinking. TD wanted candy corn. TD did not get candy corn. TD has massive meltdown. End of story.Nope. The meltdown was all mine and it happened happily in my home and not out in public. That would have been really embarrassing for H.Call it hormones, a house over run with home projects, baby stuff and just our own stuff and I lost it. There I was trying to write, supposed to be writing/working and I just couldn't. The infant car seat was apart on the floor in front of me with the Jolly Jump-Up, excersaucer and taken apart baby swing. If I looked to my left power tools and paint covered almost every surface. Toddler toys crawled out from every corner of my home and laundry snarled and snapped at my feet. The stairs to my house were a landmine of items to be put … [Read more...]
I Swear the Old Me is Lurking in Here Somewhere
I feel like a hag or sea witch type creature these days.With my achy joints, the back pain and feeling like my pelvic area is just going to crack open or simply turn to dust like some newly discovered dinosaur bones I feel almost triple my age.I am covered in dust, dirt and grime as we continuously spend our days and nights organizing our house to make room for this new addition. We still have weeks to go but the putting up of shelves, hanging new blinds, cleaning out closets, painting everything from the outside of our house to furniture and more has me coated in dust and debris half the time as I heave myself up and down the stairs and try and consolidate our belongings.Boxes pile up in corners along with bags of clothing that all need to go into hiding beyond our four walls or just need … [Read more...]
Taking it Easy- The Every Day Battle
We're leaving on a jet plane today going back to our little universe also known as home and I've still not heard a peep from my doctor. No news is good news right? I've been feeling better over all and taking naps, sleeping in a bit and just resting over all. I tried to strip my bed today and my Mom got all huffy about me actually doing any sort of work. Ha. Tomorrow I'll be back to reality and this weekend tackling the job of painting TD's new big girl room furniture. The laundry monster has taken to making long distance crank calls in the middle night while I've been gone and I just know it will be biting my ankles as soon as I open the my suitcase and laundry room door. I swear I'm going to try and take it easy the next three months. Really, I will. I won't go all balls to the … [Read more...]
Pee. It’s Not for Drinking.
Walking downstairs from my bedroom to the kitchen (because where else do you store a jug o' pee? Yup. Right there next to that bottle of Chardonnay that is not for sipping but cooking only now.) I tell myself, "OK. Remember, right hand is your water. Water is CLEAR. Left hand is the cup of pee. Pee is not for drinking. Don't get all baby brained out on me at the last second and try and sip from the pee cup, got it?" Yes, I'm mentally telling myself not to drink my own urine. It is a sad state of affairs. I wasn't feeling so hot this past week and when I developed a pain in my upper right side I decided I didn't want to go down the bed rest route like I did with TD a full ten weeks than when I was pregnant with her so I went to see my doctor yesterday. Just like last time I'm going in … [Read more...]
It’s Beyond My Control
When it was hot enough to melt balls earlier this summer and my gym membership was frozen (trying to save a few laid off dollars) all I wanted to do was go there and do my morning walk. Ah, the cool A/C. The free childcare and the chance to actually move my body without having to push a stroller, bend down to retrieve a shoe, sippy cup or tossed blanket. It sounded like bliss.Bliss on an ice-cold stick.Now, gym membership unfrozen and the weather a bit more relaxed, the sheer idea of driving to walk indoors makes me feel nothing but waste. A twenty minute walk suddenly turns into an hour. Get TD dressed, make sure the hungry beast that is me is sated for an hour or so, water bottle? Check. Wrangle kid into car and off we go driving ten minutes to walk. It just seems so bizarre. When I … [Read more...]
Wish for a Day? Try a Week.
"If you could have one wish for the day, what would it be?" This popped into my head last week and I thought, "Ha! Easy! I wish H, and all other men, could know what it is like, REALLY like to be pregnant." However, a day would just not cut it. Give me a week. And no empathy bellies, please!A week for them to-Know that being hungry means I might seriously resort to cannibalism if we don't have dinner right now. There is no more snacking there is only dinner and I mean now. Do you value that arm? Do you want your kid with one less appendage? OK, then. Let's eat.Understand and truly feel what it is like to feel as if the weight of the world is falling out of your crotch and yet you are not even close to being in labor. Nope. You are about three months from that.To cry because your underwear … [Read more...]
Dude, It’s Just Heavy
Focus.Regroup.Communicate.All things that swirl around in my brain and that H and I need to do since his lay off last week. While it has only been a week in some ways it feels like a lifetime. The man is working his butt off on the job search and has come to the conclusion that he isn't sure if he wants to stay in his current field which leaves us to -Focus, communicate and regroup.We are going away this week for our planned vacation in sunny, beachy New England. While H feels incredibly guilty and embarrassed at the fact that he is taking a vacation while jobless this trip could not come at a better time. We'll be staying with my family so it's free and the grandparent childcare will give us the time we need to -Regroup, communicate and focus on what our next steps will be with our entire … [Read more...]
Pregnancy Hormones or a Case of “That’s Life”?
Next week we find out the gender of Dash Two and it could not come at a better time. OK, maybe today would have been good, but at this moment, it is needed.I need to feel some sort of connection with this being who is for all intensive purposes the size of an apple. Sure, I have now heard the heartbeat, which puts me at ease, but I need to see it. To know that it is growing normally and all looks good. Once we know the gender we can assign a name and make it personal. I can plan and begin to get excited. Also known as soliciting companies to give my boy or girl new crap to review. Heh. I can no longer think of Dash Two as just the reason my breasts are now possibly a new wonder of the world or why my otherwise delectable coconut birthday cake makes me puke it up each time I attempted … [Read more...]
Three Pairs of Pants. One Day.
I know, I know. You say, "Mummy, you are so cool! How can I be more like you?" Well, here it is folks. If you want to live like me then here is a tip from me to you. It's called, "How to wear three pairs of pants in one day." 1. Volunteer to watch your friends 10 month-old. When baby throws up on your leg, lift him off one leg only to realize that his diaper has leaked and he has peed on your other leg. Now with both legs covered in bodily fluids ask your two year-old to go get your khaki pants. Clean up as best you can while changing baby and putting on second pair of pants. Thank toddler/maid for actually knowing how to get your pants.2. Later in the day, while wearing khaki pants, let morning/all day sickness overcome you and wretch so hard into the toilet that you pee … [Read more...]