Random Thoughts From a Mommy

New symptom #2: Heartburn Oh bite me. Really? And I had a freakin' Greek salad. How the heck do you get a heartburn from that? This baby better come out FULL of hair. They say heartburn = full head of hair baby. I'm demanding hair on this baby. You heard me baby - HAIR! I found these yummy gummy prenatal vitamins from the States today. They're so delicious I could eat the whole jar right now. But, upon reading the nutritional information, it contained 0% iron. Really? I thought prenatal vitamins means they have iron? Good news is that it has folic acid. And I didn't take any folic acid with Mackenzie at all. (I don't know if I told you this, but when I went into labor and they asked me if I took folic acid, I told them no. The nurse promptly told me that was a terrible idea and that my child could very well have spina bifida. Oh yes, thank you nurse for telling me DURING labor - because I could just pop a huge dose of it right then and there to fix it ri...

That is how I felt today. We went to Costco and I was bending over like I was about to die. I was light headed, nauseous, and tired. And while I know I should be counting my blessings with all of these symptoms (because it means I'm pregnant and everything must be going well), I want to curl up in a ball and die. Here's something new I didn't experience the first time: Insomnia. How is it possible that I am so utterly exhausted that when I hit the pillow, I'm wide awake until 1 am? HOW? Had my first prenatal appointment with my new doctor. I like her. She's mild mannered, soft spoken, and really personable. She said everything looked great with my blood test and first ultrasound. I broke down and started taking dilectin today. One of my friends said B50 Complex helps a lot with tiredness and nausea. I'm willing to try anything. I'm also a lot more irritable this time. I want to kill everyone. Week 8 - seriously, is it only week 8? 32 more to ...

My belly started bulging at around 5 weeks and I started feeling nauseous at 6. And I finally got sick yesterday at 7 weeks. I feel like everything is happening earlier this time. Ultrasound yesterday and, thank goodness, just ONE baby. I would've had a breakdown if it turned out to be twins. I probably would be happy about it at the end, but really, that's not even something I can think about right now. 140 bpm for heartbeat - I think that's pretty good. Measuring a bit smaller than 7 weeks. But I also haven't been eating much - so that's to be expected. Anyhooo - I am tired. I feel ill. And I'm only on week 7. Why do people do this more than twice?

Before Mack turned one, when people asked me how old she was, she was always measured by months. "Oh, she's 6 months" or "Oh, she's 11 months now". But once she turned one, that's it - now she's measured by years. It's weird, it's not 13 months, or almost 14 months! I swear, as soon as Mack turned one, she turned into super sponge. She learned a couple of new signs (thank you and all done). She's learned to blow kisses really well, wave and say bye bye, and walking around things if it was in her way. She's also learned to drink from a straw and now eating like a champ. So she hit quite a few more milestones there in the past few weeks. It goes by so fast I can barely keep up! She's dancing a lot (but not gracefully by any  means), and she's learned to go down the slide on her own. She refuses to hold on to the handle bars on the swing (mama, it's so much more fun hands free!). Where did our baby go? Yesterday, I wa...

I have no idea how I missed week 6. Somehow, in my mind, I thought I wrote a post for week 6. That's preggo brain for you. Week 6 and 7 were mixed with lots and lots of nausea. And that is what I didn't miss at all. I remember how the first pregnancy I prayed for twins because it felt so horrible that I wanted to just get it all done and over with. Obviously, looking back, I'm grateful it was just one. One thing that's been different about this pregnancy is that my boobs aren't really hurting. Hmm. I'm at the same place I was before - I want to eat but I don't want to eat. Everything and every smell in sight makes me want to puke. I'm considering taking dilectin, but wondering if I really want to take drugs this early. So we'll see. Ok, so remember how I said I would wait until Father's day to tell the family? Well, that was the plan until I saw one of my mommy friends who was 9 weeks pregnant. She looked like she was at 4-5 months. (No...

I'm pretty sure last time fatigue set in around week 5. So I'm right on time. Gosh, I hope this will be another text book pregnancy. One can hope. I took a total of 7 pregnancy tests since Mackenzie's birthday. Last pregnancy I took 2. I think I'm becoming increasingly obsessed I'm going to the doctor's this week. I thought about a midwife, but I really liked my doctor from last time. So I'm going to go with it. Bryan and I have decided not to tell the family until Father's Day. Soooo...a month and a half away. Time is going to go by a lot quicker this time right? In the meantime, I'm working on a new project so I can work from home. Wish me luck!

I was sitting around thinking about Mackenzie this week. And this is what I've realized about being a mom. If you're a mom, then you know that your kids are the best. You look at the other kids you know, and you think, thank goodness I've raised mine this way! Look at my kid(s), they're so much better behaved/sleep better/eat better/play better/more social/quieter/nicer/more laid back/etc. You secretly judge other parents for the way they do things and inside, you feel a sense of pride for how well your kid(s) turned out. Because of course, breastfed/formula fed babies are the best! How dare that mom do baby-led weaning/purees?! How could they drug their babies/let their baby suffer with no drugs? Why would they leave their baby with a stranger/how could they not ever leave their baby with anyone? What are they thinking with crying it out/What? They're still co-sleeping? Oh my gosh, they're ruining the environment with disposable diapers/Ewwww cloth diapers ...

By Friday, I couldn't keep it in anymore. So, I decided to break the news to Bryan. Here's the video. Incase you missed the convo, it went like this (start at 0:30 though, nothing for the first 30 seconds): Me: Hmm...I feel like nachos, come help me make some Bryan: Ok Me: You preheat the oven and I'll shred the cheese. Just make sure there's nothing in the oven before turning it on Bryan: (opened the oven) Oh, there's a bun in there Me: That's weird. Bryan: Why would there be a bun in here? Me: (laughing really hard) I don't know! It's so weird! Bryan: (looking super perplexed at the bun, then put the bun down on the counter. Started preheating the oven) Me: Isn't it weird that there's A BUN IN THE OVEN?! Bryan: (a light bulb went off - his face changed and he finally got it!) Really? Are you serious? I got this idea from some girls at the What To Expect forum. It worked out great. On another note, I've done 4 pregnan...

I didn't think I would be as involved with the internet this time around cuz it is the second time afterall. I should know the ins and outs by now. But nope. I couldn't help it. I signed up for the What to Expect forum RIGHT AWAY. And read up on every miscarriage story possible. So now? I'm FREAKED OUT. And I haven't told Bryan yet. I'm a week earlier finding out this time around than last. So I'm wondering if I should wait the week out first. But knowing me, and how impatient I am...probably not. I am extremely tired. And I can't tell if it's because Mackenzie decided to wake up at 6:20 this morning (an hour earlier than normal), or if it's because of pregnancy. I'm also a tiny little bit nauseous. But that could just be my imagination. And so let this fun begins! I might return to my old sarcastic self.

Well, the good news is that I don't think I'm going to pee out the baby this time. So that's good right? That's all.

So last month, I unexpectedly got my period one week early. Only, it was horrifyingly heavy. Heavy enough that I had to go to the doctor's. And he told me I most likely was having a miscarriage. They call it a chemical pregnancy. Then found out 2 of my mommy friends were expecting. That made me happy for them, but a little bit sad for me. So today, I decided to take another pregnancy test incase I might have another abnormally early miscarriage. Still positive. Still haven't told anyone. And somehow, this is like reliving the first pregnancy. Time is going by sooooooooooooooo slowly. I'm dying for Saturday (my actual period due date) to test one last time before telling Bryan. I seem to remember pregnancy went by super slow the first 11 weeks until I told my family. That is how I'm feeling now. And I'm on beeping week 4. Not only am I freaking out about a possible miscarriage, I'm freaking out about finances, about space, about EVERYTHING. Oh, ...

Before Mack was sleeping 12 hours straight, she used to wake up every morning around 4 or 5 whenever someone woke up to go to the bathroom. Because the door to the bathroom creaked like crazy. And so did every other door in the house. And even though that kid can sleep through most of everything, apparently, she couldn't sleep through door creaks. So after many mornings being awake at 5 am, I had enough! I told Bryan he better use WD-40 to oil every single door in the house. And he did. That was how we reached the 12-hour bliss (I was wrong before about the 8 hours straight sleep - Mack was actually giving us 10 hours of straight sleep. But at 5 in the morning, it seemed more like 8 hours at the time). The other night, I needed to do her laundry after I put her to bed. Silly me didn't take the laundry out before putting her to bed. So I slowly crept into her room and quietly piled her laundry in my arms. And not once did she wake up. That's what I call success t...