March 10, 2010
I'm blogging again, you know what that means...
That’s
right, I’m pregnant! We are expecting our little bundle of joy on or
around September 29th, 2010, and we couldn’t be happier. I found out in
late January. I took a test in the wee hours of the morning and returned
to bed with the good news to share with Chris. “Guess what!” I said. I
nudged him (gently) in the back with my knee to elicit a response.
Chris
said something that sounded a lot like, “hmperhghgf.” Years of
experience in decoding the eloquent language I call ‘grunt’ led me to
believe that what he meant was, “Please dear wife, don’t keep me in
suspense any longer! What’s up?!?”
“I’m pregnant,” I said.
I was pleased and surprised by Chris’ coherent response: “Well that’s good news at 5 in the morning!”
Of
course, 3 hours later I glanced at my phone and saw three missed calls
from ‘hubby’. I called him back. He picked up at work and asked,
“Uh...did you tell me you were pregnant?!?” What can I say, we can’t all
be morning people.
Allison is also excited about the
new baby. I told her that I had a baby in my tummy the same morning I
broke the news to Chris. She looked at me solemnly for a moment before
grinning and saying, “I have a rabbit in my tummy!” This was news to me,
but it has been rather useful in getting Allie to eat her vegetables
(i.e. Allie, I think the bunny in your tummy needs MORE CARROTS!)
I’ve
been surprised by how different this pregnancy is from our first one.
The first thing I noticed about being pregnant was, well, how fast I
noticed. It was as if my body got the memo and said, “Okay everybody,
you remember the drill! Let’s get this show on the road. Is that a
button on your pants? Heheh. Cute, but I don’t think so. Bust out the
elastic, buddy. Oh, and pass the tater tots.”
The
second big difference in this pregnancy is the morning sickness. Though I
had a little bit with Allison, I am much more nauseous this time
around. I will refrain from going into more detail, but just know that
there is a part of me (and it is not a small part) that would like to
add about three more pages of whining and moaning and groaning on this
subject. I won’t, I promise! You’re welcome. :)
The
time I spend thinking about this baby is different as well. With
Allison, my brain still felt like the well-oiled-oft-used-focused
machine that it should be, and throughout the pregnancy my brain pattern
was pretty much, “baby baby baby baby”. I read pregnancy books and
sifted through online blogs and journals. I spent hours thinking of baby
names and all the ‘what ifs’ a new baby could bring. This time around,
the fog of labor and child raising has settled around my thought
process, which now goes something like this: “lalala...Allison? What are
you eating?...Sunny days, chasing the clouds away...Is that soap?!? Get
that out of your mouth! Now where did I put my keys? Huh, I wonder how
long that cheerio has been in my hair. Yum. OMG I’M GOING TO HAVE A
BABY!!” Don’t get me wrong, I’m every bit as excited about this baby as I
was about Allison. I just find I have less time to think about it.
But
by far the most shocking symptom of this pregnancy is my sudden
aversion to foods I usually find irresistible. There are chocolate
cookies just sitting in my pantry. A pint of Haagen-Dazs Chocolate
Peanut Butter ice cream has been residing in my freezer for weeks
unopened. My costco size bag of Swedish Fish lays virtually untouched
after a month and a half. Not even Lindt truffles can hold my interest.
It’s the weirdest thing. I’ll have one cookie, and think, “okay, I’m
finished,” as opposed to my pre-pregnancy habit of “I promise I won’t
open the NEXT box of cookies!” Perhaps this is what it feels like to be a
person with will power. Huh. Who knew?
One thing has
stayed constant throughout my pregnancies, and that is the absolute
exhaustion. You know what I’m talking about: the “I can’t seem to pull
myself out of bed for longer than it takes me to plant myself on the
couch” kind. I’ve even stopped making my bed on most mornings because I
know I’ll be back in it by Allison’s nap time. Dishes have stayed in the
sink unwashed for two nights in a row. Clean laundry has sat unfolded
in my room for not just hours but DAYS! Some evenings I just totter off
to bed without even making sure Allison’s toys are picked up. THE
ABSOLUTE HORROR! I’ll give those of you who’ve known me more than a week
a moment to recover from the shock of me leaving things in a mess......
We
had our first ultrasound on the first of March. It was such a relief to
see our adorable little alien moving happily about. It even waved it’s
stubby little arm nub at us. Allison was quite impressed. She watched
the baby for a while before saying, “Okay Mommy, now it’s my turn. I
want to sit on the table.” Cute, right? But do you know what is not
nearly as cute? Allison and I sitting on the couch and Allison saying,
“uh oh Mommy, your belly is sticking out.” Gee thanks. I wonder what
she’ll say in another few months!
Well, I think this
about sums up my pregnancy thus far. But fear not faithful readers: I
will continue to keep you updated as long as I can still pull myself
away from my bed/couch/floor long enough to type. Until next time...
zzzzzzzzzzzzz
