I'm pregnant.
Some of you already know this...others will be happy to realize I'm not just packing on the pounds from watching Oprah and eating chocolate ice cream all day.
Rather, I am watching Sesame Street and eating pancakes. So there.
I'm still in my first trimester, almost 11 weeks along, so it's too early for a celebration. Although if all goes well I will TOTALLY let you throw me a party in a couple of months. ;)
Trav and I are really excited. It's scary, sure, since our little ones will be less than a year and a half apart. However, I am thrilled with the idea of being done with childbirth by 30 and done with diapers by 33. Not that age is ever a factor for me...but it's nice to look at it that way regardless. I may actually get to enjoy some of my 30's with adult-fun. That's to be determined still, but that's my goal.
This time around things are different. I have a 9-month old who wants his Mommy 24-7 so I can't just sleep the day away when I feel exhausted (which is always). He gets plopped down in his playpen so I can go hug the toilet for an hour (gross, I know!) and I hope that his Elmo Guitar and Dino Ball are enough to keep him occupied.
I know I should be all "Ooooh, pregnancy is beautiful!" but I'm not. Yes, I realize it's a miracle and I am growing a human being inside of me. While that moves me, it's not as Earth-Mothery the 2nd time around...although I am looking forward to feeling this little one move about inside of me, I also clearly remember wishing I could put Hunter back in my tummy when I went 2 weeks without a real shower after his birth.
Meanwhile I sit on the cold bathroom floor, face to the porcelain and wonder why I am so sick this time. Last time I was nauseous. A LOT. Like, all the time. But this time I've actually gotten sick and well, I won't go into details but it seems more severe.
Some are speculating that it's a girl because I'm so sick. And because I'm feeling incredibly ugly these days. I remember feeling pretty during my last pregnancy...not so much this time. Even though I had no preference of the baby's gender, now I am hoping it IS a girl just so I'm not sick and ugly for no reason.
And when I emerge from the bathroom, there is Hunter, trying to pry the outlet cover out of the wall with his teeth. Ahhhh, crawlers. They are so curious, aren't they?
Funny how lax I've become with him since I'm pregnant. I just don't have the same stamina to follow him around the house, prying his teeth off of wires and making sure he isn't eating carpet fuzz. Luckily, since he's still about 24# and in the 97th% for weight, he's slow. And a lil' bit lazy. He doesn't pick his bum up off the floor when he crawls -- instead he drags his entire body around -- so it's a lot of work to get from one place to another. He's breathing heavily and wheezing by the time he's arrived at his final destination. My mommy friends in music class think this is hilarious. So do I.
The doctor thinks this is an indication he will start walking soon since crawling is too tedious. I disagree. Hunter doesn't seem to have anywhere to go. Unless a stray Cheerio rolled down the hall, he has no motivation to explore. Maybe this should be a cause of concern for me but since I am tired and pregnant I just consider myself lucky and get comfy on the couch.
A part of me tries to encourage walking because come mid-January, our little munchkin will be terrorizing other babies in part-time Day Care. In order for him to be accepted into the class we want, he has to be close to walking at least. Every night, Travis gets out the wooden walky toy (from Plan Toys...the one with the woodpeckers on it) and puts Hunter's hands on it and gently pushes him along the hallway. It's too cute to see Hunter SO incredibly proud of himself. Until the woodpeckers frighten him and he falls back into his Papa's arms, whimpering. It's funny how he normally laughs in the face of truly scary things (like the cackling skeleton mirror with red light-up eyes at Halloween) and then allows himself to be afraid of a woodpecker, pecking away on a musical bar (much like a xylophone).
Anyways what I guess I am trying to say is that being a Mom is fun. Being a pregnant Mom is rough. But I know in the long run it will all be worth it when I have to navigate small aisles with my double stroller with four hands reaching to pull at all the clothing tags, instead of just two, and with double the circles under my eyes but double the pride in seeing my babies developing into functioning, intelligent little beings.
Congratulations - that's so exciting! When are you due?
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