Showing posts with label #2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #2. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A letter to my second daugther on her first birthday
Happy Birthday Lydia.
Today you turn one and, as cliche as it is, I can hardly believe it. To mark this occasion I have decided to finally write the story of your birth. It wasn't dramatic, but it was ours. I hope you enjoy it.
__________
Friday, October 16, 2009
Three days before you were born I celebrated my birthday with a doctors appointment. (Not exactly how I thought I spend my 30th birthday but what ever!) According to the doctor I was getting closer to your delivery, but it could have been an hour or a week away.
I was ready for you to be born. Really ready.
Your Dad couldn't wait either not to mention your very excited big sister.
So, on my 30th birthday, I scheduled an induction for 12am Monday morning. I was going to meet my second baby, my #2.
__________
Sunday, October 18th, 2009
After dinner at Maw Maw and Paw Paw's, Dad and I kissed your sister goodbye and left her in the capable hands of your grandparents. At home we packed the last minute items into a bag, tooth brush, deodorant, chap stick. It felt like we were packing for a weekend away. At 10pm I called the hospital to make sure they had a bed for us. They asked us to come in at 12:30am. So we waited, we tried to sleep a little and as I rested you kicked around. I like to think you were excited too.
__________
Monday, October 19th, 2009
We left the house about midnight and as your dad drove I sat very uncomfortably next to him. I was having small contractions all the way to the hospital. Once they checked us into the hospital and hooked me up to the monitors it showed that I was in fact having some contractions. You were as ready to meet us as we were to meet you. They started my induction at about 1:25am. Dad tried to sleep a bit. I rested as best I could hooked up to machines and IVs and all.
At some point in the mid morning hours (around 7:25am I think) the doctor came in to check on me. She had just finished an emergency C-section and wondered if she had enough time to go home for breakfast. She didn't.
What seemed like moments later I was ready to push. With the doctor and Dad at the ready I pushed for a total of maybe 10 minutes. I think it was three pushes and you were here. At exactly 8am my second daughter was born.
_________
Now, a year later, there is so much that could write about: How you have changed our lives. The love that you and your sister share. Your very first steps. The silly way you dance. Your goofy ear to ear grin. Instead I will just say that you are a perfect fit for our family and you will always fit perfectly in my heart.
Love,
Mom
mg
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
"in and out" day
Today is a celebratory day in our household. Today we celebrate "in and out" day. Lydia was born 40 weeks and one day ago. This marks the day that she has been in our arms longer than she was in my belly.
I think Lydia is happy about that too.

Oh this girl. She is all smiles and a laugh a minute at only 9 months old. I can't wait to see what the next 40 weeks brings for her!
That smile will be getting a post all its own very, very soon.
Read about our first "in and out" day here.
mg
I think Lydia is happy about that too.
Oh this girl. She is all smiles and a laugh a minute at only 9 months old. I can't wait to see what the next 40 weeks brings for her!
That smile will be getting a post all its own very, very soon.
Read about our first "in and out" day here.
mg
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Madeline is 2 1/2 years old!
It's Saturday. I'm only three days late with this post. Not to shabby if you ask me!
Update posts are a priority for me. Although I am keeping a baby book for both my girls, this blog is very important part of my record keeping as they grow. I love that I can blog about the little things they do, the funny things they say, the places we visit and the friends they have on a more daily basis. I also rely on this blog as a place to record the larger milestones they are reaching so these updates are important to me and I hope, some day, the girls will appreciate the time I took to record this information for them.

So today is Madeline's half birthday. I can't believe she is two and a half. TWO AND A HALF!!! Before Lydia was born I still saw her as my baby. (Honestly she will ALWAYS be my baby.) But now she seems so grown up. I know she is in a huge period of growth, both physical and intellectual, but seeing the two of them each day makes me realize how BIG Madeline really is.

Stats:
Doctors don't do half year check ups so the stats I have are based on our home scale and crude home measurements. Madeline is about 33 pounds and ___ inches tall. Although there is no real scientific basis to my observations, I believe she is about to go through a growth spurt. Her cheeks are really chubby and she is eating a lot of food. Next she will get clumsy and finally she will grow taller. It is her pattern and I have every reason to believe she will be much taller by Thanksgiving.

Gross Motor:
Madeline scares me every time we are at the park. Our favorite park, near our house, has a "rock wall" that is about 10 feet tall. She climbs right up without much hesitation most days. She is steady on her feet and has started scooting her "bike" around the playroom. (It is a four wheeled ride on that you have to push with your feet.) She loves hopping up and down, or 'jump, jumping' as she calls it. She can briefly stand on one foot and has even tried hopping on one foot on occasion. She runs with ease, climbs and descends steps without problems and is always, always on the move.

Fine Motor:
Madeline likes to draw but has been getting frustrated recently because she can't make her drawings look the way she wants them too. She is upset that she doesn't have the skill to draw a smiley face or a cake or a tree and asked whoever is "drawing" with her to do it for her. I am working on letting her just mark up a page and tell me it is whatever she wants but she is really focused on making a picture of something. We'll work on that.
She can use a fork, spoon and even a knife, but has reverted to using her hands recently. Not sure why, but with the addition of Lydia, I'm not pushing too many rules right now. At least she is eating.
We tried kids safety scissors a few weeks ago and that was also very frustrating for her. I told her we would try again when she is 3. We may not wait that long, but at least she isn't asking to try and then getting frustrated all the time.
Last, I know I need to break out the play dough, but I honestly can't deal with the possible mess right now. Maybe in a few more weeks when Lydia is sleeping at night more and I am a functional and rational human being during the day. That way I may actually have the patience needed to use play dough with a two and a half year old.

Language:
What can I say about Madeline's language skills.... other than I think they are better than mine. Ok, not really, but she amazes me with all the words she knows and how she uses them every single day, correctly. In the last three weeks she has begun using more adjectives and adverbs in her sentences. While spending the night at my mom and dad's she busted out this jem of a sentence: "I can't see my kiki*. I can't EVEN see you!" EVEN... even... that is some complicated wordage there.
*Kiki= her blanket which is her special lovey.
Our latest lessons in language have been learning the difference between a need and a want. Madeline is constantly telling us she needs things: like knives, and power tools, and chocolate. We are trying our best to teach her that although she might want those things, she does not need them. She is starting to, on her own, differentiate between what she needs and what she wants. Although I know she is 2 and that is a lesson that will take many years to actually learn. (At the age of 30, I may or may not have learned the difference between needing and wanting chocolate myself.)

Social Development:
Madeline's ability to handle stressful social situations has been tested in the last month or so. Even before Lydia joined the family Madeline was starting to realize that something was going on in her world. She started with minor acting out and an increase in whining. Once Lydia arrived she started testing the limits with full force. The first full day the four of us had a home was difficult for Madeline and she spent most of the day in tears and throwing herself on the floor. Although the words "you've ruined my life" were NOT uttered by Madeline her actions were most defiantly an indication of her very strong feelings about the subject.
She loves introducing her sister to anyone who walks into the house and is very very protective of her sister. When my grandma was holding Lydia Madeline walked up to her and said, "Ma, be careful and hold her head." This to a woman who had 8 children, has 14 grandchildren and 7 great grandchildren. She has also been very concerned about people coming into the house and leaving with her sister. For the first few days we were home every time someone would leave she would remind them they couldn't take her sister. She even woke up with a nightmare one night last week, mumbling in her sleep about someone taking her sister away. I guess it is safe to say she has Granny and my pension for worry.

The photos throughout this post were taken yesterday. I asked Madeline to show me what certain emotions look like and I took a photo. She is so animated and I love her faces. She is certainly an emotional and dramatic little star.

She loves performing for all of our visitors and has been known to break out in song and get a whole room full of people to pay attention to her. She is gracious however and after she demands you clap for her she always says thank you and takes a bow!

What is better than that face? Uh, nothing!
Her Role as the big sister:
Madeline loves Lydia. For the first few days we were home she was very interested in everything baby. Not only did she want to know where Lydia was at all times but she wanted to know what we were doing with her and what all of her cries meant. She has calmed down a bit, but is still very interested in how Lydia eats (nurses) and loves giving her kisses.
She has been regressing a bit and asking us to wrap her up, carry her, and feed her like a baby. Just yesterday (or was it the day before...) she asked to nurse again. She hasn't nursed for over a year and a half so of course this was a surprise to me. I explained that she got her food like that when she was a baby and now she eats big girl food. She seemed satisfied with that answer but still wanted me to hold her like a baby.

Other than one incident where Madeline tried to pick Lydia up on her own Madeline has been very gentle with Lydia. (Not that her picking Lydia up was rough, it wasn't, it just isn't what we want her to do with her sister.) She loves giving her kisses and wants to sing her songs while we change her diaper. Madeline is also very concerned when Lydia cries and in the last day or two has come to get me every time Lydia makes any noise and informs me Lydia is hungry and I should nurse her. Totally adorable.
It is amazing to see her as a sister. I worried that she would be ruined by the addition of our #2 and although there have been challenges she has really shown us how great a sister she is going to be.
I think that wraps it up. Madeline is growing up fast. She is still giving us nap time troubles and is asserting her independence in new and unusual ways. Even so, we love her more every day.
mg
Update posts are a priority for me. Although I am keeping a baby book for both my girls, this blog is very important part of my record keeping as they grow. I love that I can blog about the little things they do, the funny things they say, the places we visit and the friends they have on a more daily basis. I also rely on this blog as a place to record the larger milestones they are reaching so these updates are important to me and I hope, some day, the girls will appreciate the time I took to record this information for them.
So today is Madeline's half birthday. I can't believe she is two and a half. TWO AND A HALF!!! Before Lydia was born I still saw her as my baby. (Honestly she will ALWAYS be my baby.) But now she seems so grown up. I know she is in a huge period of growth, both physical and intellectual, but seeing the two of them each day makes me realize how BIG Madeline really is.
Stats:
Doctors don't do half year check ups so the stats I have are based on our home scale and crude home measurements. Madeline is about 33 pounds and ___ inches tall. Although there is no real scientific basis to my observations, I believe she is about to go through a growth spurt. Her cheeks are really chubby and she is eating a lot of food. Next she will get clumsy and finally she will grow taller. It is her pattern and I have every reason to believe she will be much taller by Thanksgiving.
Gross Motor:
Madeline scares me every time we are at the park. Our favorite park, near our house, has a "rock wall" that is about 10 feet tall. She climbs right up without much hesitation most days. She is steady on her feet and has started scooting her "bike" around the playroom. (It is a four wheeled ride on that you have to push with your feet.) She loves hopping up and down, or 'jump, jumping' as she calls it. She can briefly stand on one foot and has even tried hopping on one foot on occasion. She runs with ease, climbs and descends steps without problems and is always, always on the move.
Fine Motor:
Madeline likes to draw but has been getting frustrated recently because she can't make her drawings look the way she wants them too. She is upset that she doesn't have the skill to draw a smiley face or a cake or a tree and asked whoever is "drawing" with her to do it for her. I am working on letting her just mark up a page and tell me it is whatever she wants but she is really focused on making a picture of something. We'll work on that.
She can use a fork, spoon and even a knife, but has reverted to using her hands recently. Not sure why, but with the addition of Lydia, I'm not pushing too many rules right now. At least she is eating.
We tried kids safety scissors a few weeks ago and that was also very frustrating for her. I told her we would try again when she is 3. We may not wait that long, but at least she isn't asking to try and then getting frustrated all the time.
Last, I know I need to break out the play dough, but I honestly can't deal with the possible mess right now. Maybe in a few more weeks when Lydia is sleeping at night more and I am a functional and rational human being during the day. That way I may actually have the patience needed to use play dough with a two and a half year old.
Language:
What can I say about Madeline's language skills.... other than I think they are better than mine. Ok, not really, but she amazes me with all the words she knows and how she uses them every single day, correctly. In the last three weeks she has begun using more adjectives and adverbs in her sentences. While spending the night at my mom and dad's she busted out this jem of a sentence: "I can't see my kiki*. I can't EVEN see you!" EVEN... even... that is some complicated wordage there.
*Kiki= her blanket which is her special lovey.
Our latest lessons in language have been learning the difference between a need and a want. Madeline is constantly telling us she needs things: like knives, and power tools, and chocolate. We are trying our best to teach her that although she might want those things, she does not need them. She is starting to, on her own, differentiate between what she needs and what she wants. Although I know she is 2 and that is a lesson that will take many years to actually learn. (At the age of 30, I may or may not have learned the difference between needing and wanting chocolate myself.)
Social Development:
Madeline's ability to handle stressful social situations has been tested in the last month or so. Even before Lydia joined the family Madeline was starting to realize that something was going on in her world. She started with minor acting out and an increase in whining. Once Lydia arrived she started testing the limits with full force. The first full day the four of us had a home was difficult for Madeline and she spent most of the day in tears and throwing herself on the floor. Although the words "you've ruined my life" were NOT uttered by Madeline her actions were most defiantly an indication of her very strong feelings about the subject.
She loves introducing her sister to anyone who walks into the house and is very very protective of her sister. When my grandma was holding Lydia Madeline walked up to her and said, "Ma, be careful and hold her head." This to a woman who had 8 children, has 14 grandchildren and 7 great grandchildren. She has also been very concerned about people coming into the house and leaving with her sister. For the first few days we were home every time someone would leave she would remind them they couldn't take her sister. She even woke up with a nightmare one night last week, mumbling in her sleep about someone taking her sister away. I guess it is safe to say she has Granny and my pension for worry.
The photos throughout this post were taken yesterday. I asked Madeline to show me what certain emotions look like and I took a photo. She is so animated and I love her faces. She is certainly an emotional and dramatic little star.
She loves performing for all of our visitors and has been known to break out in song and get a whole room full of people to pay attention to her. She is gracious however and after she demands you clap for her she always says thank you and takes a bow!
What is better than that face? Uh, nothing!
Madeline loves Lydia. For the first few days we were home she was very interested in everything baby. Not only did she want to know where Lydia was at all times but she wanted to know what we were doing with her and what all of her cries meant. She has calmed down a bit, but is still very interested in how Lydia eats (nurses) and loves giving her kisses.
She has been regressing a bit and asking us to wrap her up, carry her, and feed her like a baby. Just yesterday (or was it the day before...) she asked to nurse again. She hasn't nursed for over a year and a half so of course this was a surprise to me. I explained that she got her food like that when she was a baby and now she eats big girl food. She seemed satisfied with that answer but still wanted me to hold her like a baby.
Other than one incident where Madeline tried to pick Lydia up on her own Madeline has been very gentle with Lydia. (Not that her picking Lydia up was rough, it wasn't, it just isn't what we want her to do with her sister.) She loves giving her kisses and wants to sing her songs while we change her diaper. Madeline is also very concerned when Lydia cries and in the last day or two has come to get me every time Lydia makes any noise and informs me Lydia is hungry and I should nurse her. Totally adorable.
It is amazing to see her as a sister. I worried that she would be ruined by the addition of our #2 and although there have been challenges she has really shown us how great a sister she is going to be.
I think that wraps it up. Madeline is growing up fast. She is still giving us nap time troubles and is asserting her independence in new and unusual ways. Even so, we love her more every day.
mg
Friday, October 30, 2009
Because you asked so nicely...
Kevin's bestie* Scott is currently on his second tour of duty with the US Army in Iraq. To say we miss him is a HUGE understatement. He left us a comment the other day that I can't ignore.

I know it has been almost two weeks since Lydia joined our family, but honestly I don't know where the time has gone. It isn't like I am using it to sleep... let me tell you. Honestly posting is just not at the top of my priority list, but for Scott, I make a major exception.
And I know that photo doesn't show our little girls best features off, so there are a few from the hour after she was born.


I do have a lot to blog, but right now I hear her crying from the other room. Birth story, meeting the big sister, coming home and adjusting to life as a family of 4 coming soon.
Until then, we love you all!
*Yep, I said bestie... deal with it.
mg
I know it has been almost two weeks since Lydia joined our family, but honestly I don't know where the time has gone. It isn't like I am using it to sleep... let me tell you. Honestly posting is just not at the top of my priority list, but for Scott, I make a major exception.
And I know that photo doesn't show our little girls best features off, so there are a few from the hour after she was born.
I do have a lot to blog, but right now I hear her crying from the other room. Birth story, meeting the big sister, coming home and adjusting to life as a family of 4 coming soon.
Until then, we love you all!
*Yep, I said bestie... deal with it.
mg
Saturday, October 24, 2009
It's what?
It's Saturday? Saturday? Really?
All is well here. I hope to upload photos sometime very soon. As for now, we are entrenched in our newborn and adjusting to being a family of four.
Quick update:
Madeline is dealing with being a big sister very well. She has her moments, but is very loving with Lydia.
Lydia is adorable. Although she is a typical newborn and was up 1/2 the night. Photos soon...promise.
Mom and Dad are tired. Really happy and in love with our girls, but very tired.
mg
All is well here. I hope to upload photos sometime very soon. As for now, we are entrenched in our newborn and adjusting to being a family of four.
Quick update:
Madeline is dealing with being a big sister very well. She has her moments, but is very loving with Lydia.
Lydia is adorable. Although she is a typical newborn and was up 1/2 the night. Photos soon...promise.
Mom and Dad are tired. Really happy and in love with our girls, but very tired.
mg
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Just haven't met you yet
I've said it before but I am done being pregnant. Oh the drama that swims through my head when I type that. Let me tell you a story.
My delivery with Madeline was induced. I don't' know if I posted about that or not and honestly I don't have the energy to go look. I was totally ok with that choice at the time, but was thinking this time I'd like to let nature take it's course.
The problem with that... I am a control freak.
I wanted to have this baby before my due date. I planned on having this baby before my due date. Kevin took 7 days off work.. which are quickly being burned. We are ready to have this baby. So we scheduled an induction. I wanted to wait, but I am done.
None of this is makes my mother happy. She wasn't thrilled about our induction last time and believes in the natural process of child birthing. It isn't that I disagree, but my control issues (which is a personality trait I also get from my mother) and hip pain and lack of sleep and constant heartburn and crabbiness, win out over my desire to wait. (Sorry Mom. I do love you.)
So today as we get ready to become a family of four I wanted to post my last pregnancy photograph.
Taken on Friday, October 16, my 30th birthday and 3 days short of 40 weeks. Don't know what Madeline was doing there, but she had to be in the picture, but wouldn't look at the camera.
I am an avid fan of Michael Buble and got his new CD as a birthday present from my parents. As we get ready to meet our #2 I have to share a song with you. It is the first single off his CD and it made me cry (at 5am) the first time I heard it.
Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble
The line, "I know that we can be so amazing and baby your love is going to change me. Now I can see every possibility." makes me all teary.
We can't wait to meet this kid. We can't wait to hold our second baby. We can't wait to introduce him or her to our loving friends and family. Control freak or not, we just can't wait.
"I promise you Kid I'll give so much more than I get. I just haven't met you yet."
So the next time you hear from me, I'll introduce you to our #2.
I can't wait.
mg
My delivery with Madeline was induced. I don't' know if I posted about that or not and honestly I don't have the energy to go look. I was totally ok with that choice at the time, but was thinking this time I'd like to let nature take it's course.
The problem with that... I am a control freak.
I wanted to have this baby before my due date. I planned on having this baby before my due date. Kevin took 7 days off work.. which are quickly being burned. We are ready to have this baby. So we scheduled an induction. I wanted to wait, but I am done.
None of this is makes my mother happy. She wasn't thrilled about our induction last time and believes in the natural process of child birthing. It isn't that I disagree, but my control issues (which is a personality trait I also get from my mother) and hip pain and lack of sleep and constant heartburn and crabbiness, win out over my desire to wait. (Sorry Mom. I do love you.)
So today as we get ready to become a family of four I wanted to post my last pregnancy photograph.
I am an avid fan of Michael Buble and got his new CD as a birthday present from my parents. As we get ready to meet our #2 I have to share a song with you. It is the first single off his CD and it made me cry (at 5am) the first time I heard it.
Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble
The line, "I know that we can be so amazing and baby your love is going to change me. Now I can see every possibility." makes me all teary.
We can't wait to meet this kid. We can't wait to hold our second baby. We can't wait to introduce him or her to our loving friends and family. Control freak or not, we just can't wait.
"I promise you Kid I'll give so much more than I get. I just haven't met you yet."
So the next time you hear from me, I'll introduce you to our #2.
I can't wait.
mg
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thirty
Today is my 30th birthday.
To say it has been over shadowed is an under statement. I knew this was going to happen 9 months ago when I got a double line on that pregnancy test.
Under normal circumstances, us having not moved just days before Kevin's 30th and not having a baby due 3 days after mine, I think we would have made a much bigger deal of our birthdays. As it is, this year has been crazy enough without the addition of these birthdays.
Recently someone asked me how I felt about turning 30. To be honest I am down right excited about it. I come from a long line of family members who are proud of their age. My 82 year old grandmother wears her age like a badge of honor. As well she should. With age comes experience. (I am not going to say wisdom because we all know that those two things don't always go hand in hand.)
So although my 30th birthday isn't going to be a huge celebration I know it will be a wonderful day. The fact that this baby could come on my birthday has been talked about... a lot. Although I am looking forward to actually having this baby, I don't know that I want to share my birthday. I am not being selfish, honest, I'm really thinking of the kid too. Who wants to share anything with their mother? I am sure it will be a memorable day no matter the outcome right?
I thought about making a list of 30 things to do when I am 30. But I don't know that can think of thirty things. Ok, let's try.
#1- Have a second baby
#2- name that baby
#3- try not to go insane
Ok, that's all I've got. That looks like a good list to me.
Happy October 16th.
Hopefully the next time you hear from me I'll have more baby news. I do have a Dr. appt tomorrow... lets all send some baby dust my way that I have this baby on Saturday... what do you say? Bring it on.
mg
To say it has been over shadowed is an under statement. I knew this was going to happen 9 months ago when I got a double line on that pregnancy test.
Under normal circumstances, us having not moved just days before Kevin's 30th and not having a baby due 3 days after mine, I think we would have made a much bigger deal of our birthdays. As it is, this year has been crazy enough without the addition of these birthdays.
Recently someone asked me how I felt about turning 30. To be honest I am down right excited about it. I come from a long line of family members who are proud of their age. My 82 year old grandmother wears her age like a badge of honor. As well she should. With age comes experience. (I am not going to say wisdom because we all know that those two things don't always go hand in hand.)
So although my 30th birthday isn't going to be a huge celebration I know it will be a wonderful day. The fact that this baby could come on my birthday has been talked about... a lot. Although I am looking forward to actually having this baby, I don't know that I want to share my birthday. I am not being selfish, honest, I'm really thinking of the kid too. Who wants to share anything with their mother? I am sure it will be a memorable day no matter the outcome right?
I thought about making a list of 30 things to do when I am 30. But I don't know that can think of thirty things. Ok, let's try.
#1- Have a second baby
#2- name that baby
#3- try not to go insane
Ok, that's all I've got. That looks like a good list to me.
Happy October 16th.
Hopefully the next time you hear from me I'll have more baby news. I do have a Dr. appt tomorrow... lets all send some baby dust my way that I have this baby on Saturday... what do you say? Bring it on.
mg
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
WARNING: Toilet talk ahead
***If you don't like hearing about poop you might want to skip this post. You've been warned.***
Alternate post title: Why we may never eat White Castle's again
I am here, still pregnant. We are doing everything my doctor suggested to get this show on the road. This includes long walks and slyders. (That is how the WC people spelled in on their trademark, honest.) Among other things that I will leave to your imagination.
In order to get working on this process, Kev and I took Madeline to lunch at Castle's yesterday while running some errands. She ate one... just one mind you. Then we ran errands, where we walked around Target, a lot. If you hadn't figured it out, it didn't work. I am still not in labor. Madeline however had quite the reaction.
This is where I start talking about poop so if you are squeamish, look away.
She is a very regular pooper. She poops twice a day. Once in the am and once in the pm. Before lunch she had a regular BM. Totally normal. After lunch however she never did poop. This has happened before, she just wakes up in the am and poops and then we are back on schedule. I didn't even think she would have issues. That is until 2:30am.
Kevin went into her room to calm her down because she was crying. As soon as he walked in, he said he knew something was wrong, because "of the smell." I got up shortly there after to help with the mess, and boy what a mess it was.
I love footie pajamas. Kids are so cute in footed sleepers, running around the house and getting cozy in bed. They are NOT however good for WC poop explosions. She got dirtier getting her out of the sleeper then she was in the sleeper. It has been a long time since we've bathed a child in the middle of the night, but last night we did just that. And a load of laundry. We were all back in bed by 3:15am.
Why do I even mention all of this? Well, first to let any other pregnant women out there know that WC are not going to send you into labor. I've had them twice in four days. Still pregnant... and now exausted. Second, to keep a record of what not to do as a mother for both myself and others. Don't feed your children WC, unless you are ready for a craptastic night. Litterally. Third, and finally, to remind myself that it could have been worse. Madeline could have been here with other family members while we were at the hospital, OR I could have already had the baby and had to deal with NO sleep at all last night. (Just another fear, coming to reality before #2 is here.)
So be warned. No more WC for us. We'll stick to long walks and those other things.
mg
Alternate post title: Why we may never eat White Castle's again
I am here, still pregnant. We are doing everything my doctor suggested to get this show on the road. This includes long walks and slyders. (That is how the WC people spelled in on their trademark, honest.) Among other things that I will leave to your imagination.
In order to get working on this process, Kev and I took Madeline to lunch at Castle's yesterday while running some errands. She ate one... just one mind you. Then we ran errands, where we walked around Target, a lot. If you hadn't figured it out, it didn't work. I am still not in labor. Madeline however had quite the reaction.
This is where I start talking about poop so if you are squeamish, look away.
She is a very regular pooper. She poops twice a day. Once in the am and once in the pm. Before lunch she had a regular BM. Totally normal. After lunch however she never did poop. This has happened before, she just wakes up in the am and poops and then we are back on schedule. I didn't even think she would have issues. That is until 2:30am.
Kevin went into her room to calm her down because she was crying. As soon as he walked in, he said he knew something was wrong, because "of the smell." I got up shortly there after to help with the mess, and boy what a mess it was.
I love footie pajamas. Kids are so cute in footed sleepers, running around the house and getting cozy in bed. They are NOT however good for WC poop explosions. She got dirtier getting her out of the sleeper then she was in the sleeper. It has been a long time since we've bathed a child in the middle of the night, but last night we did just that. And a load of laundry. We were all back in bed by 3:15am.
Why do I even mention all of this? Well, first to let any other pregnant women out there know that WC are not going to send you into labor. I've had them twice in four days. Still pregnant... and now exausted. Second, to keep a record of what not to do as a mother for both myself and others. Don't feed your children WC, unless you are ready for a craptastic night. Litterally. Third, and finally, to remind myself that it could have been worse. Madeline could have been here with other family members while we were at the hospital, OR I could have already had the baby and had to deal with NO sleep at all last night. (Just another fear, coming to reality before #2 is here.)
So be warned. No more WC for us. We'll stick to long walks and those other things.
mg
Friday, October 09, 2009
38 weeks
...and then some.

The photo above was taken last Friday. The look on my face says it all.
I am not sure I was aware the photo was being taken at that exact moment. That look however is priceless. As I look back at my posts on and around my due date with Madeline (here and here) I can feel how optimistic I was. Maybe optimistic isn't the right word... maybe rested? Or not miserably uncomfortable? Or not totally *&%$#ing ready for this baby to come out? (That is if I swore, which I don't, of course.) I am still happy and most definitely looking forward to meeting this little person. I am just significantly more READY to have this baby than I was last time.
Maybe it was nerves last time... I had no idea what was in store for me in the delivery room and that did honestly make me nervous. If I could go back and tell first-time-child-bearer-me that it was going to be ok and not that scary and pretty darn near perfect then maybe I would have been more ready to actually HAVE a baby.
It also could have been that I didn't know what was in store for us as parents either. In all my years of babysitting and nannying and such I knew nothing was going to prepare me (us) for the road that lie ahead. If I could go back and tell first-time-parent(s)-me (us) that it was going to be both better and worse than we ever imagined, but that those worst moments would be totally out shown by those best moments then maybe I would have been more ready to actually HAVE a baby.
Or it could have been the fact that I knew I wasn't going to go back to work full time and that I was worried that we wouldn't be able to manage our expenses (totally a worry that has yet to come to pass... but something I think I'd worry about even if we had hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank...). If I could go back and tell soon-to-be-first-time-stay-at-home-mom-me that it was all going to work out and not only would we not go broke, but we would be buying a larger home and still not going under then maybe, just maybe I would have been more ready to actually HAVE a baby.
As for me, today, at almost 39 weeks pregnant with our second baby, I am still nervous. I am nervous about how Madeline will react. I am nervous about adding another member of our family which seems pretty balanced most days. (Two on one is a good thing in parenting.) I worry about money (see above). I worry about a lot of stuff...
BUT
I am not nervous enough to ignore the fact that I am READY to HAVE this BABY!
I am ready to get rid of the heartburn that has plagued me for the past 10 weeks. I am ready to see my feet again and wear shoes that tie. I am ready to hold my baby and know who he or she is. I am ready to actually get to sleep again without hip pain and a million pillows. (I know Kevin is ready to get more than 2 inches of room in the bed at night!)
I am ready.
So that face...

that is the face of a woman who would like to have a baby. Soon. Like, now. Please.
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As for my header, I know it is October 9th. I figured as long as this baby was still in that bump, it should still be watched. So until #2 is here... the bump watch continues.
mg
The photo above was taken last Friday. The look on my face says it all.
I am not sure I was aware the photo was being taken at that exact moment. That look however is priceless. As I look back at my posts on and around my due date with Madeline (here and here) I can feel how optimistic I was. Maybe optimistic isn't the right word... maybe rested? Or not miserably uncomfortable? Or not totally *&%$#ing ready for this baby to come out? (That is if I swore, which I don't, of course.) I am still happy and most definitely looking forward to meeting this little person. I am just significantly more READY to have this baby than I was last time.
Maybe it was nerves last time... I had no idea what was in store for me in the delivery room and that did honestly make me nervous. If I could go back and tell first-time-child-bearer-me that it was going to be ok and not that scary and pretty darn near perfect then maybe I would have been more ready to actually HAVE a baby.
It also could have been that I didn't know what was in store for us as parents either. In all my years of babysitting and nannying and such I knew nothing was going to prepare me (us) for the road that lie ahead. If I could go back and tell first-time-parent(s)-me (us) that it was going to be both better and worse than we ever imagined, but that those worst moments would be totally out shown by those best moments then maybe I would have been more ready to actually HAVE a baby.
Or it could have been the fact that I knew I wasn't going to go back to work full time and that I was worried that we wouldn't be able to manage our expenses (totally a worry that has yet to come to pass... but something I think I'd worry about even if we had hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank...). If I could go back and tell soon-to-be-first-time-stay-at-home-mom-me that it was all going to work out and not only would we not go broke, but we would be buying a larger home and still not going under then maybe, just maybe I would have been more ready to actually HAVE a baby.
As for me, today, at almost 39 weeks pregnant with our second baby, I am still nervous. I am nervous about how Madeline will react. I am nervous about adding another member of our family which seems pretty balanced most days. (Two on one is a good thing in parenting.) I worry about money (see above). I worry about a lot of stuff...
BUT
I am not nervous enough to ignore the fact that I am READY to HAVE this BABY!
I am ready to get rid of the heartburn that has plagued me for the past 10 weeks. I am ready to see my feet again and wear shoes that tie. I am ready to hold my baby and know who he or she is. I am ready to actually get to sleep again without hip pain and a million pillows. (I know Kevin is ready to get more than 2 inches of room in the bed at night!)
I am ready.
So that face...
that is the face of a woman who would like to have a baby. Soon. Like, now. Please.
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As for my header, I know it is October 9th. I figured as long as this baby was still in that bump, it should still be watched. So until #2 is here... the bump watch continues.
mg
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Thursday, October 08, 2009
In My Room
My mother was told by my pediatrician to tell me the baby (my younger brother) was in her womb, not her belly. The thought behind this is that I wouldn't get confused and think I had a baby in my belly.
So my mom started this with Madeline. Instead of womb, she has been convinced that the baby is in my room. Kevin can't stop singing the beach boys.
All this to say the baby is still in my room. For now. Argh.
mg
So my mom started this with Madeline. Instead of womb, she has been convinced that the baby is in my room. Kevin can't stop singing the beach boys.
All this to say the baby is still in my room. For now. Argh.
mg
Monday, October 05, 2009
It's kicking me
Tonight after dinner we were having desert and as I was cleaning the ice cream off of Madeline's face, hands, hair, chin, neck, elbows, etc... I got a swift kick in the side from #2.
Me: Ouch!
Madeline: You ok Mommy?
Me: Yeah babe, the baby just gave me a little kick.
Madeline (While very seriously looking at and rubbing my belly): Baby, be good to our mudder. No kicking.
Me: Thanks honey.
Today was a much better day.
mg
Me: Ouch!
Madeline: You ok Mommy?
Me: Yeah babe, the baby just gave me a little kick.
Madeline (While very seriously looking at and rubbing my belly): Baby, be good to our mudder. No kicking.
Me: Thanks honey.
Today was a much better day.
mg
Sunday, October 04, 2009
This post is NOT an Update
I had plans to update with my 38 week photo and all that jazz. Simply put, I'm distracted.
Distracted by what you ask?
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*Did you get that I cried today? It's ok... I am better now.
mg
Distracted by what you ask?
- actually BEING 38 weeks pregnant
- having no less than 8 loads of laundry to do today, no joke
- parenting a two year old who still doesn't want to nap and says things like "I'm too tired to nap." How do you argue with that?
- Ken Burn's new documentary on the National Parks system
- crying over a two year old who won't nap
- crying over the fact that I can't nap if my daughter doesn't nap
- crying because in two weeks or so I am going to have TWO children who won't allow me to sleep
- crying,* just cuz
- cottage cheese
- heart burn
- the Real Simple Magazine my sister in law let me borrow
- wallowing in the mess that is my kitchen but putting off the dishes because I have done 8 friggin' loads of laundry today, by gone it!
- not having the baby's room even close to ready
- thinking about packing a bag to take to the hospital
- not packing a bag to take to the hospital
- worrying that I haven't packed a bag for the hospital
- still not packing a bag for the hospital
- blogging
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*Did you get that I cried today? It's ok... I am better now.
mg
Friday, September 25, 2009
Breech of security avoided
Me. 36 1/2 weeks.
Photo taken by me with my self timer.
So I had a doctor's appointment last Monday. I didn't blog about it because I am a jerk. (really I am just busy.) It was at this appointment that we discovered #2 is breech. What does that mean? At the time I thought that it meant weeks of worry ahead of me because the baby's head was firmly placed in my rib cage with it's little feet tap dancing on my bladder. (Which explains a lot.) I was told to rock my hips while on my hands and knees. I could head to a pool and do hand stands under water. I also tried lying with my hips up in the air for 10-15 minutes at a time, then standing up for 10-15 min.
As of last night I was not convinced that the baby had turned. Aside from getting up a million times last night to go to the bathroom (well a million more times then before...) I didn't think anything had changed.
At my appointment this morning it was confirmed that this baby is HEAD DOWN!!! I am thrilled! I dealt with all of this when expecting Madeline too. She was breech until 37 weeks when she flipped. (I don't remember this baby flipping, nor do I remember Madeline turning...) All the talk of the possibilities just gives me the creeps. (High risk specialist... External version... C-section... argh!) I am happy to say this baby cooperated and let's just hope that he/she stays this way.
As for the rest of my check up, all is well. I am officially 1 cm dilated, which means nothing really. I didn't dilate before being induced last time around, but I am not at all worried that I am going to drop this baby any time soon. I still have class to get through on Wednesday. Thursday of next week sure... but not until then.
Oh, and so I don't forget... I stopped wearing my wedding rings this week. It isn't that they are all that tight in the morning, but by night they are snug and the last thing I want is to have to have them cut off. I am playing it better safe than sorry. I am still not even 1/4th as swollen as I was last time. I even wore tennis shoes today, something I could not have done 2 1/2 years ago with Madeline.
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Totally unrelated but have you seen this? Thanks to Mighty Girl for introducing it to me. It made my day.
mg
As of last night I was not convinced that the baby had turned. Aside from getting up a million times last night to go to the bathroom (well a million more times then before...) I didn't think anything had changed.
At my appointment this morning it was confirmed that this baby is HEAD DOWN!!! I am thrilled! I dealt with all of this when expecting Madeline too. She was breech until 37 weeks when she flipped. (I don't remember this baby flipping, nor do I remember Madeline turning...) All the talk of the possibilities just gives me the creeps. (High risk specialist... External version... C-section... argh!) I am happy to say this baby cooperated and let's just hope that he/she stays this way.
As for the rest of my check up, all is well. I am officially 1 cm dilated, which means nothing really. I didn't dilate before being induced last time around, but I am not at all worried that I am going to drop this baby any time soon. I still have class to get through on Wednesday. Thursday of next week sure... but not until then.
Oh, and so I don't forget... I stopped wearing my wedding rings this week. It isn't that they are all that tight in the morning, but by night they are snug and the last thing I want is to have to have them cut off. I am playing it better safe than sorry. I am still not even 1/4th as swollen as I was last time. I even wore tennis shoes today, something I could not have done 2 1/2 years ago with Madeline.
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Totally unrelated but have you seen this? Thanks to Mighty Girl for introducing it to me. It made my day.
mg
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
My First...
HAIRCUT!
Getting Madeline's hair cut was not a decision I came to easily. (See here and here for proof.) I say I and not "we" (as in Kevin and I) because he has been telling me to do whatever I want for months now. This crazy was all me!
What was I worried about? I just didn't want to loose my "baby" or her curls. Holding on to that hair was me holding onto the last days of her as a baby and not a little girl. Although she really has been one of those for quite some time now.
I decided it was time to get her hair trimmed. I wanted that out of the way before #2 made its entrance and the ends of her hair were in rough shape. (They were all scraggly and damaged and knotted a million different ways every day.)
Before:
Not to bad, I know, but it was awfully long in the back and not very healthy looking to boot.
During:
Madeline was an angel. She sat almost completely still during her hair cut. She even looked down when the stylist asked her too.
Her good behavior may be attributed to the sucker in her hand however. (alternate post title, My First... sucker!) Although she looks nervous in this photo, it is just the face she makes when she is asked to smile.
After:
The finished product! She just wanted to keep looking at herself in the mirror.
She is looking good, and she still has her curls!
So, overall it was great. I didn't even freak out. Which was Kevin's big concern... and mine too really. She still has her curls. They are just a little shorter in the back. She loved her sucker and we may have created a monster now that she has had one...
I know she has a lot of firsts still ahead for her. As we get ready to welcome #2 it is hard for me to think about having two kids and more specifically how grown up Madeline is going to seem once there is an infant in the house. I know that I had to cut her hair before this baby got here because I am not sure I would have had the guts to do it after.
Ps. If anyone needs an awesome stylist in the STL area let me know. Anne, my stylist, is awesome...
mg
Getting Madeline's hair cut was not a decision I came to easily. (See here and here for proof.) I say I and not "we" (as in Kevin and I) because he has been telling me to do whatever I want for months now. This crazy was all me!
What was I worried about? I just didn't want to loose my "baby" or her curls. Holding on to that hair was me holding onto the last days of her as a baby and not a little girl. Although she really has been one of those for quite some time now.
I decided it was time to get her hair trimmed. I wanted that out of the way before #2 made its entrance and the ends of her hair were in rough shape. (They were all scraggly and damaged and knotted a million different ways every day.)
Before:
During:
After:
So, overall it was great. I didn't even freak out. Which was Kevin's big concern... and mine too really. She still has her curls. They are just a little shorter in the back. She loved her sucker and we may have created a monster now that she has had one...
I know she has a lot of firsts still ahead for her. As we get ready to welcome #2 it is hard for me to think about having two kids and more specifically how grown up Madeline is going to seem once there is an infant in the house. I know that I had to cut her hair before this baby got here because I am not sure I would have had the guts to do it after.
Ps. If anyone needs an awesome stylist in the STL area let me know. Anne, my stylist, is awesome...
mg
Monday, September 21, 2009
Fall, part I
Fall is my favorite season. I used to think it was the weather and the colors, but as I have gotten older I realize that it isn't so much about the big things, but the smaller things that make fall so special for me.
As a kid, Fall was all about family. We spent a lot of time with my dad's parents because all of our birthdays fell in the fall. We'd go apple picking, and make Apple crisp or pie. We'd carve pumpkins for Halloween, build a fire in the back yard (or fire place) and break out our cozy sweaters and sweatpants.
Although the weather is still a little warm around here I am looking forward to the fall. I know this fall will be different then in the past. I AM only 4 or 5 weeks away from our due date and Madeline has been so much fun the last few weeks. I can't wait to do all the traditional stuff with her/them. So much so that we have already gotten underway!
After spending most of the summer in flip flops I always look forward to putting on my comfy sneakers in the fall. Of course I couldn't let the season come without getting Madeline her very own pair.
I mean really, are those not the cutest shoes EVER?!?! I am in love and honestly, I want a pair for myself! (I have a blue pair, but aren't the red awesome?!?)
When we bought our new house, in January, we had no idea what our yard would look like. Most everything was dead. But as the spring came and summer continued we quickly realized we were going to have our very own apple tree! We haven't been able to actually identify the apples, but we think they are either a very tart golden delicious, or Granny Smiths.
Regardless of what they are, they make a very tasty apple crisp. If you are in the neighborhood and need some apples come on by. We have thousands on our tree. Madeline has been enjoying picking them, but there are only so many apples three people can eat! We have already had picking parties with Madeline's friends Leo and Max and Granny and Poppy. There are plenty more to go around so come on over and bring a big bag!
mg
As a kid, Fall was all about family. We spent a lot of time with my dad's parents because all of our birthdays fell in the fall. We'd go apple picking, and make Apple crisp or pie. We'd carve pumpkins for Halloween, build a fire in the back yard (or fire place) and break out our cozy sweaters and sweatpants.
Although the weather is still a little warm around here I am looking forward to the fall. I know this fall will be different then in the past. I AM only 4 or 5 weeks away from our due date and Madeline has been so much fun the last few weeks. I can't wait to do all the traditional stuff with her/them. So much so that we have already gotten underway!
mg
Friday, September 18, 2009
Further proof she just doesn't get this whole baby thing...
Madeline: The baby is coming today?
Me: No, the baby doesn't come until October.
Madeline: We can cut it out now if you want.
(insert me running and screaming...)
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Madeline: Where is my baby?
Me: Right here. (pointing)
Madeline: No mom, (like duh mom) my baby is coming on an airplane from Florida.
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A parent at the playground: So Madeline, are you having a brother or a sister?
Madeline: NO NO! It's a baby!
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Me: Madeline, where is your new baby?
Madeline: In your baby bump.
Me: That's right. Are you ready to be a big sister?
Madeline: No way!
She could not be more right.
Me: No, the baby doesn't come until October.
Madeline: We can cut it out now if you want.
(insert me running and screaming...)
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Madeline: Where is my baby?
Me: Right here. (pointing)
Madeline: No mom, (like duh mom) my baby is coming on an airplane from Florida.
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A parent at the playground: So Madeline, are you having a brother or a sister?
Madeline: NO NO! It's a baby!
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Me: Madeline, where is your new baby?
Madeline: In your baby bump.
Me: That's right. Are you ready to be a big sister?
Madeline: No way!
She could not be more right.
Friday, September 11, 2009
I'm hungry
Everything gives me heartburn. Even my beloved cottage cheese is causing me pain. I can't NOT eat... but looking through my photos, trying to come up with a post, has made me even hungrier.
Two weeks ago I stopped at Gus' and picked up lunch.

I mean who can resist a pretzel dog, (or brat or salsiccia) or those eyes?

Now all I want is a pretzel brat and some sticks. I did purchase a bag of bake your own Gus' while there two weeks ago. But my oven is broken* and the repair guy (who said he'd call late morning/early afternoon... and it is 2:30pm) is yet to appear. SO I can't even bake my own... but even if I did, it would just give me heartburn.
I honestly don't mean to be so whiny. I just want a pretzel.
Oh, and I missed you too.
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*we think it is the latest victim of the lightening strike almost four weeks ago. I just hadn't tried to use the oven until about two weeks ago... which isn't uncommon when the weather is warm. Then the fix-it guy had to order the part and that has taken every bit of a week to get it in.
mg
Two weeks ago I stopped at Gus' and picked up lunch.
I mean who can resist a pretzel dog, (or brat or salsiccia) or those eyes?
Now all I want is a pretzel brat and some sticks. I did purchase a bag of bake your own Gus' while there two weeks ago. But my oven is broken* and the repair guy (who said he'd call late morning/early afternoon... and it is 2:30pm) is yet to appear. SO I can't even bake my own... but even if I did, it would just give me heartburn.
I honestly don't mean to be so whiny. I just want a pretzel.
Oh, and I missed you too.
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*we think it is the latest victim of the lightening strike almost four weeks ago. I just hadn't tried to use the oven until about two weeks ago... which isn't uncommon when the weather is warm. Then the fix-it guy had to order the part and that has taken every bit of a week to get it in.
mg
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Clever title here.
My creative juices have not been flowing. I haven't had the real desire to blog in a while. I know that I am just busy with work and getting ready for #2, (t-minus 6 weeks and counting) and dealing with the fact that just before our newest addition gets here our two year old has decided that napping is for the birds. I am loosing my mind over that! I can't even begin to tell you how crabby that makes me. I wish I could just be ok with her not napping and playing in her room for an hour or two... but the girl who comes out of that bedroom is a crabby, crazy, insane little girl who needs a NAP! If she could function until bed time without a nap I wouldn't be as crazy about it, but she CAN'T and honestly, neither can I.
So, until I get my groove back I leave you with a photo of Madeline and her Daddy.
I love the fact that she looks like a little rocker in this photo. Even if it is just a Guitar Hero rocker. :)
mg
So, until I get my groove back I leave you with a photo of Madeline and her Daddy.

mg
Friday, September 04, 2009
33 weeks
It is about time for a #2 update. Don't you think?
33 weeks
So I can't really tell if I am wearing my wedding rings in this photo, but I don't think I am. If you look at my face you can tell I am a little puffy. I feel like I had a lot of swelling pretty early last time. I am happy to report I am still (knock on wood) not having any issues with water retention this time. My rings are snug but no more than normal in the summer and I am even happier to report I still have well defined ankles. I like my ankles and was VERY distraught when they when AWOL during my last pregnancy and was not really looking forward to a repeat disapearance.
As for heartburn and indigestion, I have no idea when that started last time. I sort of feel like I traded my anti-nausea suckers for Tums. This time I had a few months of reprieve, but I have been battling the acid reflux heartburn for at least four weeks now. I feel like last time I could take Tums and that would solve my issues for at least a few hours. This time I can take Tums every 20 minutes and it doesn't always work. Also, last time I could avoid certain foods and avoid some of the issues. This time, everything causes me issues. Well, everything but cottage cheese.
Which reminds me... I honestly can't get enough cottage cheese. I blogged about it the other day, but I have to explain how much I love that stuff right now. I have purchased hundreds of oz. of the stuff over the past month and a half AND I am the only one who is eating it! Kevin likes it, but I think I get to it before he can. Normally, if I buy cottage cheese we finish it just before it expires. I may have a bowl or two in a week. Now, I have a bowl (or two) a day. Today I've had three bowls. THREE! And no, they aren't huge, just respectable 1/2 cup servings, but still... that is a lot of cottage cheese. I have gone for the low fat, but I also admit that last week I bought a container of the large curd (not low fat) because it is my favorite and if Kev isn't eating it anyway, why not. I think after all this talk about it I might have to have another bowl.
Last week I was waddling all over the place. This week I am back to a more normal stance. Who knows why, but I am not complaining. I can still tie my shoes, but I'd rather not. I am not ready to give up my flippy floppies. (Even though I may not be on a boat. (I hate it when I use parenthesis within parenthesis BUT the link is the edited version, yet I wouldn't suggest playing it if there are small children around.))
So that about sums it up. Things are going a long very well. We have an ultrasound scheduled for a few weeks from now, so I'll have more to say then I am sure. Until then enjoy these photos Kevin took of me when he insinuated that he ate the last of the cottage cheese.


I was ravenous. Of course he didn't eat the last of it, he knows better than to stand between me and my dairy of choice!
Oh, one last thing... when trying to come up with this month's header I explained to Kevin that I wasn't feeling too clever or creative. He came up with the following suggestion:

Although I didn't go with it, I had to give my husband mad props (yes, I am almost 30 and white and I said mad props... deal...) for this idea. I find it beyond hilarious. I think that about explains my current mental state.
mg

Although I haven't taken weekly photos like I know some people do I have taken significantly more photos this pregnancy over my last. I think I have three photos of my first pregnancy total. I have taken at least that many of this one and I still have 7 weeks to go.
It isn't just the photographic record that I feel I am lacking though. I didn't keep any real record of events during my first pregnancy. I know I first felt movement really early last time, like 16 weeks, but then didn't feel it again until 21 or 22 weeks. I also know I was nauseous for 5 or so months last time, and only about 4 months this time. Other than that I can't remember other stuff like when my lower extremities went from calves-ankles-feet to just calves-feet, when I could no longer even look at food without getting heartburn, or when my fingers turned to sausages and I had to leave my wedding ring at home. When did my walk become a waddle instead of my normal gate? When did it become impossible to tie my shoes or paint my toes? The list goes on...
I said I'd keep a better record this time. I haven't. Until now.
It isn't just the photographic record that I feel I am lacking though. I didn't keep any real record of events during my first pregnancy. I know I first felt movement really early last time, like 16 weeks, but then didn't feel it again until 21 or 22 weeks. I also know I was nauseous for 5 or so months last time, and only about 4 months this time. Other than that I can't remember other stuff like when my lower extremities went from calves-ankles-feet to just calves-feet, when I could no longer even look at food without getting heartburn, or when my fingers turned to sausages and I had to leave my wedding ring at home. When did my walk become a waddle instead of my normal gate? When did it become impossible to tie my shoes or paint my toes? The list goes on...
I said I'd keep a better record this time. I haven't. Until now.
So I can't really tell if I am wearing my wedding rings in this photo, but I don't think I am. If you look at my face you can tell I am a little puffy. I feel like I had a lot of swelling pretty early last time. I am happy to report I am still (knock on wood) not having any issues with water retention this time. My rings are snug but no more than normal in the summer and I am even happier to report I still have well defined ankles. I like my ankles and was VERY distraught when they when AWOL during my last pregnancy and was not really looking forward to a repeat disapearance.
As for heartburn and indigestion, I have no idea when that started last time. I sort of feel like I traded my anti-nausea suckers for Tums. This time I had a few months of reprieve, but I have been battling the acid reflux heartburn for at least four weeks now. I feel like last time I could take Tums and that would solve my issues for at least a few hours. This time I can take Tums every 20 minutes and it doesn't always work. Also, last time I could avoid certain foods and avoid some of the issues. This time, everything causes me issues. Well, everything but cottage cheese.
Which reminds me... I honestly can't get enough cottage cheese. I blogged about it the other day, but I have to explain how much I love that stuff right now. I have purchased hundreds of oz. of the stuff over the past month and a half AND I am the only one who is eating it! Kevin likes it, but I think I get to it before he can. Normally, if I buy cottage cheese we finish it just before it expires. I may have a bowl or two in a week. Now, I have a bowl (or two) a day. Today I've had three bowls. THREE! And no, they aren't huge, just respectable 1/2 cup servings, but still... that is a lot of cottage cheese. I have gone for the low fat, but I also admit that last week I bought a container of the large curd (not low fat) because it is my favorite and if Kev isn't eating it anyway, why not. I think after all this talk about it I might have to have another bowl.
Last week I was waddling all over the place. This week I am back to a more normal stance. Who knows why, but I am not complaining. I can still tie my shoes, but I'd rather not. I am not ready to give up my flippy floppies. (Even though I may not be on a boat. (I hate it when I use parenthesis within parenthesis BUT the link is the edited version, yet I wouldn't suggest playing it if there are small children around.))
So that about sums it up. Things are going a long very well. We have an ultrasound scheduled for a few weeks from now, so I'll have more to say then I am sure. Until then enjoy these photos Kevin took of me when he insinuated that he ate the last of the cottage cheese.
I was ravenous. Of course he didn't eat the last of it, he knows better than to stand between me and my dairy of choice!
Oh, one last thing... when trying to come up with this month's header I explained to Kevin that I wasn't feeling too clever or creative. He came up with the following suggestion:

Although I didn't go with it, I had to give my husband mad props (yes, I am almost 30 and white and I said mad props... deal...) for this idea. I find it beyond hilarious. I think that about explains my current mental state.
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Tuesday, September 01, 2009
September 2009

It's the first of the month so you know what that means...
new masthead*! I full update on #2 coming soon.
Until then, Enjoy!
*Those using reader will have to click on over here to check it out.
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