Adam is all about labeling things in his invented spelling. He’s labeled all his drawers for his clothes; “shrts” “pents” “sox” and so on.
The other day i went to wake him for school and saw this.
In proper English it says, “Rated M for Mature”
Yesterday I hit week #23 in this pregnancy. It’s a big milestone for me – you see…14 years ago, I lost a baby at 23 weeks. A perfect, beautiful baby girl which, for whatever reason, my body wasn’t able to carry to full term. We named her Aisha. It’s amazing to me now to see that babies can be born at such an early term and still survive (my twin nephews are living proof of this – beautiful, strong, healthy 2 year olds now).
I think that anyone who has lost a child holds their breath until “the time” has passed. For some, it’s 12 weeks, for some 15…for others far beyond. Though you may feel happy about the progressing pregnancy – you also hold your breath and part of your mind lives in fear that what happened once (or more) will happen again.
CC image courtesy of Frank de Kleine on Flickr
Thankfully, I passed my 23 week mark – and had a good doctor’s visit today. I was happy to learn that we won’t be changing my due date even though the ultrasound technician told me that she would. He simply said “no..that’s not going to happen.”
Other good news includes my thyroid levelling out. Taking them at night (on an empty stomach) has really made a difference and I can feel it – the exhaustion has gone and I’m not (quite) as cold as I was before.
However – I have crazy raging pregnancy hormones. I don’t remember being like this with any of my other kids. Alternatively weepy, happy, full of rage, then back to tears.
So – People have been messaging me and asking for “what I need for baby.” I feel horribly guilty to say “please buy me ______” and yet, I’m getting gifts in the mail from some of you (thanks!) and I’d feel horrible if someone bought me something I didn’t want.
With that in mind (and also my family far away *waves to those in Saskatchewan, the US, and way over in the UK*) – I thought I’d make a baby registry. Since I was “done” with babies, and here in Canada, mothers get a year long maternity leave, I have almost nothing for little babies, but more than enough for toddlers on up. What a strange situation.
Anyhow – here’s the link – should anyone want to buy something. What’s missing? Little baby caps, tiny baby socks, those mittens so the don’t scratch up their faces, Onsies (best invention ever!), and the most awesome diaper bag EVER (and it’s sold out *sob*).
Boy – does that ever feel strange to write a post telling people to buy me things….
Anyhow – what are your must haves for baby?
Being pregnant can be awesome; feeling baby move, having that pregnancy “glow,” an extra 250 calories a day, amazing hair and nails. It can really be great.
But for every good there’s a bad. I mean, last night I was awoken at 3 in the morning sure that I was being stabbed in the calf. Turns out it was nothing more than a pretty wicked pregnancy induced leg cramp. The heartburn. The extreme exhaustion. Yeah…sometimes it can suck, too.
There is, however, one thing that often goes along with pregnancy that I’ve never experienced until now. Gas. Horrible, embarrassing, and incessant gas.
I have a friend who’s the epitome of politeness. She said, “I call the first trimester the ‘windy trimester’ for that very reason.” I blushed and waited patiently for the 3rd month to finish.
CC image courtesy of enfu on Flickr
I’m now well into the 5th month and the gas worse than ever before.
It’s terribly embarrassing. I mean – it’s truly horrible. There is no warning that it’s going to happen. No rumbling of the bowls. No feeling a gas bubble move along through my intestines. Just loud, explosive gas that’s reminiscent of a car backfiring.
So – do me a favor…if you happen to meet me and think that someone has set off firecrackers nearby, let’s just pretend nothing happened.
Well, I’m beyond the 1/2 way point…missed posting yesterday because I was just too excited about my new fitbit and spent my time playing around with that.
Yesterday morning, I’d had my daughter take a picture of me to post here…let’s just say that I soon got depressed about how fat my face is already. I tend to gain a lot of water weight in my face when I’m pregnant…but I hadn’t realized how puffy I was until I saw that. I spent the rest of my day obsessing about it – which is stupid, I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking of how chubby and big my head looked.
So – all you interested in seeing it will be disappointed…I’m not posting a picture of it. I do have a tummy pic – and as you can see – it will be the last time I’m going to be able to wear the blouse that I’ve got on in the pic. Yes, it’s a maternity top. Yes, the buttons were close to bursting. No…I likely won’t be able to fit into it again until after baby’s born.
Speaking of – back when I was pregnant for the first time (God…20 years ago!) I assumed that you had the baby and BAM – you were back in your pre-pregnancy clothing. No one tells you that you’ll be wearing those giant elastic waist pants for another 3-6 months (sometimes longer!). It can be depressing. But…I digress.
So – this week…not a whole lot of changes happening here. I did actually feel baby kick on the outside for the first time. I’m working on his blanket, and thinking I’m going to have to go buy another skein of yarn to be able to finish it. I’ve decided on who he’ll be sharing a room with (Adam) and how to decorate the bedroom/nursery (Batman theme). I also have to move and redecorate a room for Isaac (will probably be a Minecraft theme), as well as relocate my daycare nap space to make a bedroom for Iman (she wants teal and Zebra. God help me!).
I bought my first “big” purchase the other day – a stroller/carseat combo…and thought the only other big purchases I was going to need would be the cloth diaper covers (I found some really awesome one-size ones that I’m dying for) and a crib mattress…but today I received a package in the mail of stuff I ordered online…including some baby clothes. And I realized (after oogling little newborn onsies) that I am going to need a place to put them (duh!) So – a dresser goes on the list of things to get for baby too.
Other than that – not much else going on here. I need to get off the computer and log some steps – Have I mentioned I’m competitive – even against myself and am IN LOVE with my fitbit??