Archives for June 2013

You can sleep tomorrow.

So far, this pregnancy hasn’t been incredibly pleasant. Nausea strikes daily like clock work. At first it was just happening in the evening but this week it has reared its ugly head in the mornings as well.

This is going somewhere, I swear, I’m not just going to whine the whole time, as much as I would like to.

I can deal with the morning nausea. I eat a little something immediately and get ready slowly while sitting on the floor to do my hair and makeup. The less I move around, the better.

In the evenings I feel nauseous AND totally exhausted, like, I could fall asleep at 6 pm exhausted. But alas, I have a 3 year old and that’s not a possibility. On nights when Jesus is home, I can lay in bed in the fetal position and moan dramatically take it easy. However, on nights, like tonight, when he is working and I have Bella to myself, I cannot just lay around and zone out. I tried to put Handy Manny on the tv to distract her while I tried to snag a nap on the couch. She wasn’t having it. Here’s what she has to say about my trying to rest:

“Sit up and open your eyes.”

“The sun is out, the moon is not. You can’t sleep yet.”

“You can sleep tomorrow.”

“DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES.”

“Do you have your eyes closed?”

“::::::::::SCREAMS::::::::::::”

“The sun is still out!!!”

No rest for the weary, folks. By weary, I guess I mean pregnant. Gone are the days of my first pregnancy where I could come home, take a nap, take a bath, order take out from wherever I wanted and go to bed early. Pregnancy when you already have another child (or children) is a whole different ball game. So for all you first time pregnant ladies out there: enjoy yourself.

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We’re having another baby. And my husband broke my laptop.

So I haven’t written anything in a little while but I have a good reason: my husband broke my laptop in a fit of rage. Just kidding. He really did break it, but it wasn’t in a fit of rage. Instead, I left it open on the kitchen counter where I had been looking at a recipe while cooking dinner and he dropped a plate on top of it. Sad times for me.

In other news, if you haven’t already heard, (meaning you aren’t friends with me on Facebook or don’t follow me on Instagram or Twitter- which by the way- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!) What was I saying? Oh that’s right, if you haven’t already heard, this happened:

She’s trying to tell you she won’t be an only child when February rolls around.

 

Baby #2 is due on February 3rd, which happens to be Bella’s birthday. That due date could change though, as I haven’t had an ultrasound yet. I’ve just peed on sticks and had lab work done at the doctor’s office. The current due date is calculated from the date my last period. We’ll see what happens after we have a few ultrasounds and see the baby’s size.

All that said, I am only about 6 weeks along, but let me just tell you something: this pregnancy already sucks big time. I’m about to start complaining so feel free to go ahead and leave now and come back later- I’ll understand- I’m on my own nerves lately. I’ve been feeling way different from what I felt like when I was pregnant with Bella. At first I was just tried and irritable but beginning Monday, which would have been about the 6 week mark, I started feeling nauseous. It’s not just in the morning, it’s constant, all day long. I feel nauseous but also incredibly hungry at the same time, like: I-WANT-TO-EAT-AN-ENTIRE-CHICKEN hungry. An entire fried chicken. I don’t eat an entire fried chicken though because I really am trying to eat healthy. Except for those french fries I had that I was dipping in buffalo sauce and honey mustard the other night. And those chicken nuggets I had today…

STOP JUDGING ME.

Anyway, I’m also exhausted. I feel like I could take a cat nap on the floor of my office around 2pm and then by 9pm I’m ready for bed. I’m also having a really hard time getting up in the morning despite how much sleep I get (and I’m getting a lot). Smells are bothering me and my back is hurting, which makes me crazy because my back didn’t hurt at all with Bella until my third trimester.

I told you that you should have clicked away. I’m really complain-y.

I’m hoping I’m just having a bad first trimester and this will all go away soon and then I will have a nice 2nd trimester honeymoon period.

Growing humans is hard, y’all.

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My little back seat driver

My child is incredibly familiar with directions and where things are located. There is no tricking her when you say you are going one place when you are really go somewhere else. She will call you out on it. And what I mean by that is she will have a total breakdown.

Yesterday I told her we were going to my mom’s (“Minnie” as Bella calls her). I didn’t go the regular way to my mom’s because I wanted to swing by my favorite Kangaroo Mart to fill up my Roo Cup with a delicious Icee. Bella was okay on the way to the gas station because I told her we were going there first before we went to Minnie’s, but when we were leaving after filling up my Roo cup with delicious goodness, the route didn’t look familiar and she started freaking out. She was like “THIS ISN’T THE WAY TO MINNIE’S!” I tried to explain that it was, we were just going a different way than usual and she accused me of lying and was like “WE AREN’T GOING TO MINNIE’S, ARE WE? WE’RE GOING HOME!”

The other day I told her we were running by my office so she could look at the new kid’s train table in our waiting room. She thought I meant we were going to RIDE a train (we went for a ride on the Tennessee Valley Railroad a few weekends ago) so when we were on the way to my office, she started screaming that that was NOT the way to the train. I was surprised that she actually remembered the way to the train because she has only been there once. Anyway, then I had to explain to her that she had misunderstood, we weren’t going to a real train, just to see a toy train, and she was fine with that.

This is pretty much my life now. My little back seat driver calls me out, tells me where to go and what to do and screams at me about traffic lights.

Riding with her is a constant stream of, “GREEN LIGHT MOMMY, GO! RED LIGHT MOMMY, STOP! YELLOW LIGHT MOMMY, SLOW DOWNNNNNN!” At first it was cute but now I’m kind of over it. Especially when she wants to argue with me over what color a light was. “IT WAS GREEN!” “IT WAS RED!” “IT WAS GREENNNNNNNN!!!!”

One day when I am teaching her how to drive and she says that I am making her crazy and that she’s can’t concentrate with me ordering her around, I’m going to remind her of these days.

 

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