Happy Hour Thursday

I have decided to shift from Thankful Thursday to Happy Hour Thursday (God I miss my Thursday cocktail).  Instead of listing things that I am thankful for, I want to share things that make me happy.  Happiness is defined as delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing. I found that I was in a rut with family/friends/Gwen....etc. always being what I am thankful for.  Plus I found it a twinge disturbing by me saying that I am thankful for wine, when in reality, wine is a thing makes me happy (really, really happy). 

If you haven't noticed by my previous posts surrounding this pregnancy, I am miserable.  The truth is that there are some things about this pregnancy that do make me happy.  So here goes:

1.  It will end within 17 weeks or 4 months (praying for a full term baby of course)

2.  Baby kicks.  I love feeling BP moving around and kickine me, even if it is at 2:00 am.

3.  How nice people are to pregnant women.  I know once I have an outside baby that people will go back to their crappy selves, but it is enjoyable to have people so nice to me all the time.

4.  The anticipation of that moment when Gwen meets BP for the first time.  I tear up just thinking about myself holding these amazing little people in my arms and feeling nothing put pure joy and love. 

5.  Elastic waist pants.  They are awesome. 

Wordless Wednesday

Okay, a couple words...........now that we are prepping the house for Baby Pink, Gwen plays with her old baby stuff (i.e. baby toys, bouncer...etc).  Here she is sitting in her Bumbo.  I am shocked that she still fits.  I have included a "then" picture to see how she has grown.  The "then" picture makes me laugh when I remember how we would pick her up from the Bumbo and the Bumbo would stick to her because her thighs were so big. 

I Will Never Be One Of Those Pregnant Women

I don't like being pregnant nor will I ever. In fact, I hate it. I have no tolerance for heat, cold, or people. So even going to see my friends and interacting with my family, is a chore. I just want it to be July and for this to be over. And I am sure the worst is still yet to come.

When I was pregnant with Gwen I hated every aspect besides feeling her move around (and my relatively easy labor). When I got pregnant with BP, I told myself that I would truly embrace being pregnant and enjoy it. I can say with 100% confidence that it is a load of crap. I hate being pregnant even more this time than last time, which actually surprises me.  Why you ask??

With Gwen I was sick from week 5-20. It mainly included all day nausea, dry heaving/throwing up...etc. After week 20 the pregnancy was a breeze. I felt great, I slept great, I was laid back, and had no issues with pain...etc.

This time, not so much. You name a pregnancy symptom and chances are I have it or have had it. So on top of the same m/s as with Gwen, I get to experience exhaustion, constipation, major mood swings (not in a good way), depression, restless sleep, stomach aches, teenage like skin (actually my skin is worse than when I was a teenager), ligament pains, stress/mind racing, achy back, achy legs/feet, BP jumping on my bladder, hail damage on the back of my thighs,  and now cankles. I never once swelled with Gwen and I am already swelling with Baby Pink.  At this rate I am going to look, and feel, like an elephant by July.

I should feel guilty about this because I know that there are so many people out there who would trade places with me in a heart beat. And I want to love being pregnant, I want to be one of those glowing gorgeous pregnant women that can still function on a day to day basis instead of a frumpy, angry mess who can barely get herself off the couch or be a productive member of society.  But the truth is, I will never be one of those pregnant women, so I will suffer through the next 18 weeks until I get to meet my love, face to face.

I will leave you with one question.  Do you think once labor is over and I am all stiched up that they could give Mike a quick vasectomy?  The medical grade gloves will already be on and we'll be in the hospital.  Can't be that hard right??

P.S.  My labor better be about 1 hour long (enough time to get to the hospital) and feel like I am being licked by kittens.

It's a...............

healthy, happy, and chubby baby!!  Today was the day we went in for our big anatomy scan.  BP looks great and is weighing in at 1 lb 2 oz.  S/he is measuring a big and the doctor said I have a uterus that is made to grow babies...who knew?!?!.  Probably why I was so sick for so long, s/he took everything from me.   We got to see all 10 fingers and all 10 toes plus the heart, brain, and other internal organs.  We also got to see BP sucking their thumb and a 3D picture of the face (has my nose).

As you may notice I am using s/he.  That is because we did not find out the sex of BP.  I can't believe I did it and now have to wait 5 more months.  I am pretty excited to hear those words "It's a..........."

As for me I am finally starting to feel human again.  I have been walking almost everyday and have been back to the gym.  I am up 13 lbs so far, which is right on track with where I was with Gwen.  I definitely got bigger a whole lot faster this time and my skin looks like a teenager.  This second pregnancy has come with a lot more cramping and exhaustion, so that is really my only complaint right now.  Oh, and my mood swings aren't so good either.  Just ask Mike.

Enjoy some pictures of BP both inside and outside :-)

Sunday Funnies

On Saturday we were driving to dinner and Gwen said "I love tacos".  It seemed really random and Mike and I were wondering where that came from.  Well lone behold, we had just passed a Taco Bell.  How on EARTH does she know about Taco Bell and that she can get tacos there??  Is she watching too much T.V??

At this same dinner as mentioned above, we sat at the table next to John Elway (that's not the funny part).  As I have mentioned before Gwen loves having her dessert with a candle.  Well at John Elway's table is was someone's birthday and a giant cake was brought out with lots of candles.  That was just enough for Gwen to want a candle with her dessert. The waitress was such a sweetheart that she brought out our tiramisu with a candle and the entire table (we were out with friends and their 6 week old) sang "Happy Saturday to You". 

Gwen is something else, that's for sure.

Dentist Appointment

We took Gwen to the dentist today for her first cleaning.  She once again shocked me and did fantastic.  She let the dental hygienist poke around at her teeth, clean them (she chose the grape toothpaste), use the water squirter and the sucker that goes with it. She then let the doctor count her teeth.  After her cleaning she kept feeling her teeth with her tongue telling me how good it tasted.

I guess it helps that the office has a huge salt water fish tank (with Nemo swimming around), tv's playing Cars on the ceiling and walls, and a ton of toys in the waiting room.  She also got to take home a new toothbrush, chapstick, and a mini chalk board (which she picked out from bins of stuff.......yes, it took her a while, she had to go through everything and ask "what's that?).

Another success for my little girl. 

St. Patty's Day Diddies

I made corned beef and cabbage for dinner last night to celebrate St. Patty's Day.  Gwen asked "what are you eating?"  I told her bacon and she ate the corned beef right up.

I wanted a green dessert for after dinner so I bought mint cookie ice cream.  I gave some to Gwen and she insisted on a candle.  I put a candle in her bowl of ice cream and sang "Happy Saint Patrick's Day to You" and she blew out the candle.   Mike refused to support the situation, so he didn't sing.  I have a feeling most holidays will be spent singing to her over dessert, I just hope Mike isn't a scrooge every time.

Wisdom of a 28 Month Old

"No eat boogies.  Eat food."

What a busy little girl!

Gwen has been a busy little girl lately.  She had a birthday party at Monkey Bizness, she played at the park, she helped clean the house, and she went to the St. Patty's Day Parade.  All with only a few major meltdowns..........let's not get into the fact that she was afraid of the black toilets at Sullivan's during the St. Patty's Day Parade.  She peed all over the floor of the stall, herself, and her clothes.  White toilets only from now on I guess................

Successful Transition to "Big Girl Bed"

This weekend we converted Gwen's crib into a toddler bed.  We are referring to it as her "Big Girl Bed".  She will sleep in the toddler bed until we get her a twin bed ("Big Sister Bed") this spring.  She knows once she is in her "Big Sister Bed" that BP will be sleeping in her crib.  She is actually okay with that.  Very surprising since she is pretty possessive of her stuff (she always says "It's mines"). 

Anyway, the transition was very successful.  During nap time she would play for 2 hours or so in her room before she would finally lay down to nap (she would still nap 2 hours).  At bed time she went right down and fell asleep.  On Sunday she played in her room until we called her at 8:00 am!!  She didn't get up to leave her room or anything.  I was really worried and didn't sleep well on Saturday night.  Once again she proved me wrong.