Baby Bump2 Update

Now that it’s finally official – I’m growing another human – I’m sure you can’t wait to be inundated with all things baby (again).  Should we let the nonsense and self-indulgence begin?

Main scoop: I don’t feel as beat down as last time around but I am still napping often. I try so hard not to but a morning with cranky Amelie wipes me out. I’ve been going back and forth between getting excited for a new baby and then all terrified again. There’s a whole world of Mommies out there that are raising littles under way more stressful circumstances than I am so I’m trying to remind myself that I can do this!

The Science: Baby Center recap – 28weeks. I’m in the third trimester! I feel like I need more time…

He moves and moves and moves (especially late at night when I’m trying to sleeeeeeep). The doctor said my placenta is in the front so she is surprised I can feel as much as I do – he must be a strong squirt.

Glucose results – super low (63). I’m hypoglycemic. My husband and I always suspected hypoglycemia but now I have scientific proof for being Hangry for a majority of my day/life.

Iron: Apparently my iron was awesome; the doctor said my levels were even higher than hers. Who knew I was so stellar?

Body morphing: I had my doctor’s visit this week and I’ve gained 14-16 lbs. She measured my bump and said I am measuring small. I told her that since I had a similar experience with Amelie, maybe I make small babies? Of course I left the appointment worried about his size now… :(

Sexy stuff! Just like my last pregnancy, I’m “sleeping” all night long but it’s very disrupted. I’m going to the bathroom all of the time, the baby is twirling around in there, and sometimes I randomly wake up in the middle of the night and have trouble falling back to sleep.

I just realized that I haven’t had any leg cramps or serious constipation like I had with Amelie. I hope that good luck continues…

Talk of a birth plan: At my 24 week appointment, another doctor (they rotate around) recommended having a scheduled c-section. This doctor is also pregnant (with a previous history of c-section) and that’s her plan because “why cause more trauma somewhere else, when you can keep it localized to your previous trauma?” I’ve given it a lot of thought. I originally thought my c-section experience was normal but after learning a bit more, I don’t think it was. I had a reaction to the anesthesia: my temperature fluctuated from hot to cold/clammy, I had nausea, and severe itching. Sincerely, I wanted to claw my face off! Even the tape from my IVs and monitors caused my skin to freak out. The staff ended up giving me medication to settle everything down (probably Benadryl?) which helped immensely. So, having the baby? Well, the six minutes it took to cut me open and pull Amelie out was a breeze! But the rest was The Yucks. I couldn’t drive for 2 weeks. I could hardly pick up Amelie even though she was a tiny thing. I want to try a VBAC to see if this birth goes smoother. Who knows what will happen but the doctor at my most recent appointment assured me “we are going to have a successful VBAC, girl!” I really hope so! Of course I’m scared of that too. :)

Food drama: Happy to report zero food drama!

Exercising? Even though I swore off of running in the last update, I’ve been doing a little bit of it again. It’s slow and a little painful “down-low” but I keep my heart rate down and I walk quite a bit during my “runs”.

To Dos: The double stroller and new carseat for Amelie is still on our list to buy. I also need to tour the new hospital. We switched insurance last year and so everything is new this time around again. I need to clean up my breast pump, pick up newborn diapers (until he can fit in our cloth ones), pull out my nursing tanks, start getting my hospital bag ready, clean out our car. Oh, and we don’t have a second crib yet either…

We still have yet to pick out a name. Like, not even close to having a name picked out. The ones I like sorta, Hubs is not impressed by and visa versa. Boy names are hard!

Hubs and I are focusing more on getting our life a tiny bit more organized. We are Craiglisting (actually, Hubs is doing all of that thankfully). We cleaned up our garage. We are trying to finish a few big updates on the house (ie: addressing the blue carpeted stairs!) and I really want to clean out my awful linen closets. It’s not baby related necessarily but will help set us up for when he arrives.

And randomly: I hit up a garage sale and picked up a few much needed items – two spare crib sheets (we have five total now), an extra changing pad cover, plus, “new” toys for Amelie. Happy to have scored a great deal!

Just for comparison sake, I thought it would be fun to include my 28 week pregnancy pic with Amelie:

My Amelie

AGE: 17 1/2 months

Summary: For at least three weeks, she’s been sick and congested, teething, drooling A LOT, sleeping in but skipping naps, battling fevers and acting out by swatting, yelling, stomping and throwing things. Amelie does not feel well and it has been rough on all of us.

It takes all of my energy to get us through a normal day and when the days greatly depart from normal, I feel like hiding. I know Amelie can’t help herself because she’s feeling so crappy. For the longest time, she only had two teeth and now she has at least seven! Pile on being sick and not knowing how to blow her nose or communicate with us must be so frustrating for her. She’s been extremely cranky – all day, during naptimes and nightimes.

Amelie is still showing preference to Daddy. He’s fun! He reads books loudly with animation! He plays pretend with her stuffies! He gives her floppy crazy piggie back rides! He dances and gallops around! He eats what she feeds him, no matter if it’s been on the floor or in her mouth first! He chases her (my goodness, she loves to be chased)! On the other hand, I am creaky and slow moving these days. She is well aware that Daddy is the main attraction no matter how enthusiastic I try to be. She’ll blow right by my open arms with three stuffed animals and two books clutched to her chest to go find him instead.  Daddy has been taking Amelie to swimming lessons on Saturdays while I coach. She enjoys it immensely. I was able to join them the past few weekends but she only wants to be with Daddy in the pool. It hurts but I totally get why. I’m trying to remind myself to be thankful that she has him to give her all of this delight, energy and dedication so I’m working hard not to be offended (not necessarily succeeding though).

One night when she was having difficulty falling asleep, I came into her room and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and put her head on my shoulder. Her sobs eased. I recognized that although I’m not very fun, this was my time to be the Mommy she needs. I held her and we swayed together in the dark for a long while. I think it’s what we both needed actually.

Socializing: Before it frustrated me that my sweet Amelie was getting pushed around by other kids. Some Mommies stand by and let their children do whatever they want at the expensive of mine.  At the museum, a Mommy was came up to chat just as Amelie and I were about to read a book together. The book was in Amelie’s hands. Her son swiped it away and then he and HIS Mommy sat down and read the entire book while Amelie and I watched the injustice of it all! I tried to diffuse the situation by handing Amelie one of our own books from the diaper bag but her son jumped up and grabbed that one too! So the Mommy started to read him that book… She stopped part way and asked absently “oh this is your book, isn’t it?”. I nodded and we moved away from them. I felt bad because it’s so confusing for Amelie. I’m demanding that she be considerate but other kids aren’t held to the same standard. And I don’t know how to stand up for us because it’s not my nature. I know this social stuff is only going to get more difficult/complicated and I’m dreading it.

So, anyhow, that’s been going on for a while but now I have a new social problem. Lately, especially since feeling rotten, my little sweetie has turned into the aggressor! She is swatting at any kid that gets near her even if they are only walking/crawling by. She’s subtle about it – it doesn’t look like much but I know exactly what she’s doing. I watch closely and reprimand her when she does but how can I stop this behavior?!? She’s even snarled and yelled at a few kids…a full out yell! What I’m hoping is time will teach her that this is not okay. I’ll have to stay consistent/vigilant until then. Right now she’s at that age where she’s around kids almost every day of the week but she’s not actually interacting with them that much. She has very little experience practicing being social. I know with the new baby’s arrival, she will learn quickly and at least I can referee…

Food: I’ve become that Mommy: my diaper bag is filled with juice boxes, packaged crap, squeezy packets, fruit snacks. Most days, Amelie and I subsist on applesauce and graham crackers (plus coffee for me). It’s frightful! Thankfully Daddy makes us dinner otherwise we would probably never eat anything real again.

Talents: She still doesn’t talk much but she’s signing a little more (“yes, “no” – she does a lot of that,”thank you” and most recently, “baby”). It always catches me off guard how much she understands though. The other day, we showed her a picture of a parrot. She confused it with “carrot” and pretended to eat it! She loves to read animatedly and play pretend with her stuffies. She likes to do things herself: put on her hat, grab her shoes to go outside, pull on her shorts/shirt, blow/wipe her nose, clean herself in the bath, comb her hair, and feed herself using her own utensils (sometimes one in each hand). When she’s with me and I have to use the potty (which is constantly), she insists on having her own wad of toilet paper so she can wipe herself too (so super cute)! She did an accidental summersault when showing off her headstand for Daddy. Her latest animal sound is Angry Duck (which Daddy taught her) and sounds exactly how you think an Angry Duck would sound…

Oh and now she knows how to pick her nose. I guess she’s Mommy’s girl after all. 😉

Makeup Organization

Organization makes me giddy. Color coordinated closets, bins and baskets with labels, gift wrapping stations, labels, pegboards, ridiculously awesome pantries…all of these things make me feel good. Junk drawers?  Haphazard hodgepodge of crap in all of our closets? Stuff crammed angrily into a garage? Those do not make me feel good. Unfortunately, we have a lot of those going on in this house…

For example, starting each morning with this makeup drawer disaster was a bit of a bummer:

A long while ago, my MIL had given us a few drawer dividers and shelves that didn’t fit in her new place. Just this week, I decided to plop one in my bathroom vanity to organize my makeup. It took me 30 seconds.

Does it fit everything perfect? Nah. Does it fit everything pretty darn good? YES! How in the world it took me this long to do this, I will never understand. It’s the little things that can color a morning for better, you know?

I’m sorry that this post was a little on the lame side but that’s what I’m working with these days. But, here is a great blog to keep you inspired!

 

Friday Tidbits

I’m still working hard on the “foundation” of this house. You know the stuff like wall paint, flooring, caulking and trim work. It’s all very bare. You wouldn’t know a beautiful little girl lives here because we have no pictures of her hanging up. You wouldn’t know anything about us, frankly because we have nothing on the walls to tell our story. Here is my tidbit for today and a tiny one at that. I actually hung something on the wall!

Remember when I redid the “french doors” out to the deck? Here is a dark photo to jog your memory:

And Ta Da, something on the left hand side of the wall. Art, if you will!

I had three goals when filling this spot:

  • Put something up there (anything at all!). I’m trying not to think too hard, otherwise I wimp out.
  • Instead of buying new, I wanted to dig through what I had on hand. I had been meaning to hang these pretties somewhere for forever. The wall filer was a clearance score from Target earlier this spring. The “G” and the calendar were gifts from the awesome Emily Griffith. Originally, the wall filer was collecting dust on my dresser in the master bedroom, the “G” was stashed in a box in the garage and the calendar was hanging haphazardly off a peg on my hutch. Now they have official homes!
  • Embrace a little organization – hence the wall filer. I was hoping to tame the mail monster and keep crap from collecting on the fridge and kitchen table. It’s not working even close to perfectly but I’m hoping that as I figure out my needs better it will come in handy.

I still have to patch that tiny hole by the trim leftover from the hideous drapes that once flanked the door but I think this adds a bit of cute, color and personalization to my gray-everything that I’ve got going on.

Doing any tiny projects that you regret not taking 5 minutes out of your life to do 6 months earlier? Are you surprised I posted today?

Me too.

 

Baby Bump2 Update

Now that it’s finally official – I’m growing another human – I’m sure you can’t wait to be inundated with all things baby (again).  Should we let the nonsense and self-indulgence begin?

Main scoop: Oh my goodness, I’ve been so bad at keeping up with these updates! I guess the main scoop is that I’m tired. I’m always tired. It could be because I’m chasing Amelie all day. Hoisting her in and out of the car and going anywhere takes serious effort. I’m also coaching each afternoon, so that might be it. But mostly I think I’m tired because I go to bed later than I should doing stupid stuff like checking Instagram which I sincerely regret come morning. When will I ever learn? I’m trying to make it through most days without a nap but it’s tough going.

The Science: Baby Center recap – 26weeks. I’m having a hard time remembering what week I’m at since my days blur together. Baby boy is always moving and grooving which comforts me. It forces me to remember him too, which I feel ashamed to admit. Truthfully, I haven’t taken the time like I did with Amelie to daydream about him; what he’ll look like, if he’ll be like Daddy, etc. I think it’s because it’s all very scary right now – the prospect of taking care of two littles with completely different needs, the idea of breastfeeding again, the thought of birth (a yucky c-section vs. a mysterious and undoubtably painful VBAC), the thought of getting no sleep again. I’m sorry Baby Boy, I’m nervous for it all.

Body morphing: I think it’s just the way my body does pregnancy but I’m on the small side again, like I was with Amelie. I forgot to mention my weight gain last time but I had gained about 10lbs by 22 weeks. I haven’t weighed myself recently to note what I’ve gained since then. My belly/boobs feel tight and itchier each week but overall I’m not that uncomfortable. I’m looking forward to cooler weather though…

Sexy stuff! I mentioned sciatica in the last update and that’s still a bother but not inhibiting me. Towards the end of the day, I hobble around more but that’s about it. I did give up running because my pelvic area felt too strained each time (plus I am ridiculously slow). Walking is a way better option!

Food drama: I had one night where I was sick. I’m not convinced if it was because I just stuffed myself stupid with a delicious meal and too much water way too late in the evening and my body revolted or if it was a flu bug going around since Amelie and I both got sick this week. Regardless, I vomited all over the floor beside the bed so that was royally disgusting. Thank goodness for those faux hardwood floors though, they clean up nicely! Other than that, seriously no drama. I do not take the no drama for granted!

Exercising? No more running for me. Carrying my 25 lbs. toddler around is enough. :)

To Dos: I’ve indulged and bought a few more boy clothes in the last few weeks – some consignment, some new. Baby Boy still doesn’t have much of anything but he has very doting Grandmas that I’m sure will come through…wink wink nudge nudge.

And randomly: I picked up two extra maternity tanks during a big Gap sale this summer to beef up my small maternity wardrobe but I’m still rocking the one pair of maternity jeans from last time around. I can fit into yoga pants and tights to give me variety but even so, my wardrobe is pretty limited. I can’t justify buying another pair of pants since I’m well over half way done and I don’t plan to have a third baby. Let’s see if these jeans can take me until December *fingers crossed*!

Also, I got my glucose test done today. This time around was totally different – I didn’t have to fast beforehand, the nurse watched me drink it and I had to sit in the waiting room for an hour before getting my labs. Last time, I got to drink it at home and then go in so this was peculiar. We did it much earlier this time around too. I don’t know what the results are yet but I’m hoping for good news.

Just for comparison sake, I thought it would be fun to include my 26 week pregnancy pic with Amelie. Apparently we were getting our new floors installed! That tree behind me is gone too – a lot has changed…