Getting big enough that I can identify body parts. This is especially cool for me because I never had moments like this when I was pregnant with Lucas. I was laying in bed the other night and could feel his head, shoulders, and back. Naturally, I started poking them and having Angel feel them and my little guy started punching me every time that I poked him. I thought it was great, so I kept going and he kept rolling around away from me and kicking. It was my first opportunity to really annoy him and I took full advantage. I’m just getting him prepared for his brother and a dog- neither of whom understand personal space.
Wondering why I thought another baby was a good idea.
Only half kidding. I was looking for the old blog post when I was pregnant with Lucas and wondering if we made the right decision to have a baby because it’s never going to be just the two of us, life was about to change, and I wasn’t sure why we thought it was a good idea. I looked for the old post to link but I don’t have the patience to sift through them all so you’re going to have to take my word for it. Anyhow, I’m mentally at that point again. Convenient, since there is a strict “no return” policy that’s going to kick in any day now if we want to be realistic. Hopefully he’s going to stay in there longer, but I’m only a day or two shy of 32 weeks right now and babies born at 32 weeks are largely healthy. So here I am, wondering why we thought this was a good idea again because it’s never going to be just the three of us, life is about to change, and I’m not sure why we’re doing this.
Expecting the outcome to be as awesome as it has been with Lucas, because obviously we want this baby it’s just the hormones talking.
Oh, the memories:
I’m waking up now to go to the bathroom multiple times a night. Serves me right for boasting last week about how lucky I was in the sleep department. I can’t always go back to sleep right away anymore, either. Time to charge my kindle and pick out a few new books because I have a lot of down time laying in bed wondering how tired I’m going to be in the morning.
I don’t recall losing my ability to move, bend, and get around being this limited. I probably was, but this is just another example of being quick to forget. And if I’m being honest, I hope that it is a second time as well. I’m uncomfortable.
This week, my life as a mom of boys really set in. I got in my car and it smelled like chlorine and feet, I purchased a stronger laundry stain remover, and I googled how to remove gasoline smell… And then I cried into my purse collection. I’m the lone (wo)man standing in this house. But you know the really cool thing about being the only woman in the house? My boys only have me as an example for how to treat women, I’m the mom, and nothing is more scary to a boy than his mother. They’re going to grow up thinking that all women are as great as I am and it’s my job to screw them up in my own specific way. They’re never going to know the difference.
In other news, the family spent some time together this weekend. We took Lucas to the zoo, which may be his new favorite thing.
He’s STILL talking about the animals. His favorite thing was probably the fact that a bird pooped on my car, but the memory is there from the zoo (sigh). He now informs me every time that we get into my chlorine and feet smelling car that it needs a bath because the bird pooped. Life was a touch easier before he had words.
Time to wake up the little monster, so here’s where I leave you. Everyone enjoy your weekend and think of me fondly when you bend over to pick something up off of the floor.
Head down with a heartbeat of 141 (as of 20 minutes ago at the doctor but has since woken up)
Fully developed: just packing on chub, perfecting his breathing, and growing a head full of hair
Up 22 Pounds (feeling more like 42). Since I haven’t really swollen yet, the majority of it is straight out so there’s a lot of turning sideways to get around. A “Wide Load” sign is probably appropriate.
Tired. All I really have the energy to tell you is that I don’t have the energy to do anything. Angel (who never mentions housework that doesn’t get done because he loves me and values his life) even came home late last night to see me half asleep laying on the couch watching reruns of Shark Tank surrounded by dirty dishes, wall-to-wall toys, shoes and clothes and said “Oh, wow” and started laughing. I didn’t even have the energy to tell him that “whatever you think I do all day, didn’t get done today.” That included showering and changing out of pajamas (for neither Lucas nor myself). We ate oatmeal for dinner. It wasn’t my finest moment but was all I could do to get through a long day on my own with Lucas.
Oh, the memories:
Acid reflux is back. And this is while I’m on prescription medication. I’m going to go ahead and bring a razor to the hospital to shave his beard because I’m apparently gearing up to give birth to a miniature chewbacca. What is with me and growing hairy babies? I have it way worse this time and I had it so bad with Lucas. Lucas was born with a hairy back and a full head of black hair so in my experience the old wive’s tale about acid reflux and hair is 1,000% accurate:
I feel so much bigger than I remember being last time at this stage. I’m already outgrowing maternity clothes and yelling at them in my closet like it’s their fault. Maternity clothes really should be labeled differently: Pregnancy 0-7 Months and Pregnancy 8-9 Months
I’ve gotten away thus far relatively unscathed with the sleeping situation. I’m not waking up to use the bathroom too much and am able to immediately fall back asleep. Last night pregnancy insomnia set in because I was awake until 4am making a list of things to pack for the hospital because when else would I be making a list of things that don’t need to happen right away?
I have a gut feeling that this baby is going to be bigger than Lucas and come early. My c section has been scheduled but I honestly just don’t feel like I’m going to make it. Before you laugh it off as crazy, I joked while pregnant with Lucas that I was going to have a 6 pound baby at 39 weeks and need I remind you that he came at exactly 39 weeks weighing 6 pounds 0 ounces? So my gut feeling of an 8 pound baby before my scheduled c section really has me alarmed.
I’m at this stage of my pregnancy now with 2 major differences: I’m not laying on my back, but my side. And I’m not eating carrots (unless those are the same thing as candy):
The looks that I’m getting in public are turning from those of “what a cute pregnant lady” to “wow, she looks miserable” as I really settle into my third trimester and waddle. I’m usually always carrying a 30 pound toddler because he doesn’t always like to walk on his own (thoughtful of him to make sure I’m getting my exercise, really). And speaking of the older brother, he is sooo incredibly clingy. If we leave the house and get around other kids, he grabs onto my leg and hides behind me. It’s like trying to scrape off gum from the bottom of your shoe: impossible without it getting stuck to something else. He can’t deny my belly anymore but I think he’s going to be a great big brother. We babysit my friend’s newborn every Monday for a few hours and he gets so into it. He helps me get the bottle and feed her and then rocks her and shows her his toys and says “hi, baby!” I’m sure it’s going to be different when the baby doesn’t go away, or when the baby starts moving and taking toys, but I’ll cross that bridge when we get there and enjoy the fact that I no longer worry about how Lucas is going to handle abdicating the throne.
In the mean time, I’m craving sea food. So the baby apparently needs whatever is in the tuna I ate for lunch or the sushi that I seriously want to pick up for dinner after yoga. Which I’m going to be late to if I don’t stop here and go change. So I’m off to get all namaste and enjoy a good laugh at my new inability to bend forward.
29 weeks: the size of an acorn squash, butternut squash, or some other form of squash depending on the book.
Making some moves that make me seriously wondering what he’s up to in there. Also, ouch. Those bones are developed.
Large and in charge. I’ve relocated my scale to the trash can, so I can only assume that I’m still gaining weight at an embarrassingly fast rate.
Missing my feet. I assume that they are still there, though I haven’t been able to see them in weeks. I wonder if I can convince Angel to paint my toes for me?
Oh, the memories:
Acid reflux is now just that: a memory. I asked the doctor what I can take and when she recommended some over the counter remedies I told her how excited I was and how bad I had been having it. She then responded with “Never mind, that’s not going to help you if it’s that bad. I’ll write you a prescription.” It’s life changing. It tasted like Mexican food and sleep and that’s exactly how I celebrated.
My wedding rings still fit. I’m pretty sure those were locked up at week 27 with Lucas if my pregnancy brain reminds me correctly.
I’ve missed week 28 and nearly missed week 29 as well. This pregnancy is just flying by and I’m running out of time. I’m taking naps nearly every day now and it’s really sucking up my time to continue unpacking and cleaning the baby stuff from the basement. For a while there I was knocking items off of my list faster than I was adding them, but that is not the case any more. Mom, want to come back?
Maybe I’m just feeling like I have no energy because Angel and I have declared war on our 2 year old and his eating habits. All I have the energy to write on the matter is that we have a very stubborn little boy, who Angel says is “exactly like his mom.” In response to that, I threw myself on the floor, screamed, and then stormed out of the room with a pouty lip. My son is so not like me, I have no idea where he gets it.
That’s all I’m going to write today because there is some pineapple in my freezer that is calling my name to be made into a smoothie. Mmmmm, pineapple.
I was home alone this week with a toddler so I took a Mommy Vacation and packed up to head to Chicago for 2 days to hang out with a good friend of mine and her kids. I’ll post on the pregnancy update later, but to wet your pallete, here are some photos of me, my sidekick, and my leech in Chicago