And even more hilarious are those expecting a baby brother or baby sister. My son thinks he can see the baby in my belly button, and likes to shout at the belly button as if it goes straight to the baby.
The other night he hugged my belly and said, "I love the baby... And I love my new underpants."
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Return from involuntary hiatus
This blog has been on hiatus because I've spent the last two weeks in the bathroom throwing up.
It's difficult to imagine returning to a life where I have energy, focus, and a stable stomach. I'm impatiently waiting for the second trimester, as is my husband.
It's difficult to imagine returning to a life where I have energy, focus, and a stable stomach. I'm impatiently waiting for the second trimester, as is my husband.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Never send a pregnant lady to the grocery store
I am nauseated, yet starving.
I did our weekly grocery store this evening, and I came home with a hundred dollars of... I don't know. Some of the staples of our diet -- like simple brown rice -- made me want to heave. Even bananas and sweet potatoes, my son's favorites, were too much to bear.
But as soon as I saw the Stauffers french bread pizza, the mint chocolate chop ice cream, the teriyaki sauce, I was like... IGOTTAHAVEITRIGHTNOW. I haven't shopped this way since college.
At the start of week 7, I feel like my whole abdomen is full of air bubbles.
I did our weekly grocery store this evening, and I came home with a hundred dollars of... I don't know. Some of the staples of our diet -- like simple brown rice -- made me want to heave. Even bananas and sweet potatoes, my son's favorites, were too much to bear.
But as soon as I saw the Stauffers french bread pizza, the mint chocolate chop ice cream, the teriyaki sauce, I was like... IGOTTAHAVEITRIGHTNOW. I haven't shopped this way since college.
At the start of week 7, I feel like my whole abdomen is full of air bubbles.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Morning sickness can bite me
Some women actually seem to enjoy morning sickness, as if it were a welcome reminder that the little one is healthy and thriving. I, personally, would be fine without this reminder.
My special version of morning sickness is a lot like motion sickness: fatigue, fogginess, and low-grade nausea. I'm not vomiting all the time -- and I feel really bad for those who do -- but it's still enough to paralyze a person.
Having said that, I've come to treat most of my illnesses the same. Just grin and bear it. Whether it's a cold, or a headache, or nausea, sometimes you just have to focus on daily life until it passes. As odd as it sounds, sometimes I'd rather be at work when the MS hits because then I have no choice but to go about my day. Whereas if I were at home, I would curl up in a ball on the couch and spend the day chanting "woe is me". And that's no good for anyone.
My special version of morning sickness is a lot like motion sickness: fatigue, fogginess, and low-grade nausea. I'm not vomiting all the time -- and I feel really bad for those who do -- but it's still enough to paralyze a person.
Having said that, I've come to treat most of my illnesses the same. Just grin and bear it. Whether it's a cold, or a headache, or nausea, sometimes you just have to focus on daily life until it passes. As odd as it sounds, sometimes I'd rather be at work when the MS hits because then I have no choice but to go about my day. Whereas if I were at home, I would curl up in a ball on the couch and spend the day chanting "woe is me". And that's no good for anyone.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Forces of nature
By "Forces of Nature", I'm referring to Hurricane Irene which is bearing down on North Carolina as well as the destructive power of a toddler. Our responses have been the same to both: stock the pantry, rent a couple good movies, and cultivate loads of patience.
Belly photos from week 6... my clothes still fit but I'm feeling really... weird. Like I pigged out at a Thanksgiving buffet, and now need to unbutton my pants and fall asleep on the recliner.
Belly photos from week 6... my clothes still fit but I'm feeling really... weird. Like I pigged out at a Thanksgiving buffet, and now need to unbutton my pants and fall asleep on the recliner.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Big bellies and dirty mirrors
There are two things in this photo that shock me. One is how big my belly looks at 6 weeks. The other is how dirty my son's bathroom mirror is. And I'm not sure which bothers me more.
The tough parts of parenting
Parenting has a number of challenges. It's tiring, and expensive. I wish I had more free time. I worry a lot. Getting out the door to go to work is like climbing Everest. (People plan for months or years, but some still don't make it.)
Those are all NOTHING compared to the stress and anxiety of caring for a sick child.
We ended up at an urgent care clinic last night because my son seemed to have, at least in our limited experience, a serious health concern. It turned out to be a relatively minor issue, but for a few hours visions of neurologic and ophthalmologic disorders danced in our heads. No matter what the illness or injury, a parent can feel helpless. Helplessness in the face of your little one's suffering is hell on earth.
Yet, ironically, those are also the moments when I feel most secure in my parenting. Most connected to my husband and our son.
Those are all NOTHING compared to the stress and anxiety of caring for a sick child.
We ended up at an urgent care clinic last night because my son seemed to have, at least in our limited experience, a serious health concern. It turned out to be a relatively minor issue, but for a few hours visions of neurologic and ophthalmologic disorders danced in our heads. No matter what the illness or injury, a parent can feel helpless. Helplessness in the face of your little one's suffering is hell on earth.
Yet, ironically, those are also the moments when I feel most secure in my parenting. Most connected to my husband and our son.
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