I'm having a baby...

Elephant!!

Yup, a soft plush little baby elephant...

Just kidding, that was mean.  I'm having a baby people.  I real live human.  That's what's been brewing this whole time.  No, I don't know the gender of the baby yet.  I'm pretty sure that it isn't going to change.  It's pretty determined by the time the seed has been planted.

I've read some posts lately where people are getting offended because people have asked what they are having.  This is the second time that we haven't found out what the baby was going to be.  I think it is natural for people to be curious and to ask.  I don't think that you should be offended that someone has asked you about it.

Side note: Yes, I called the baby an it.  My doctor laughed at me yesterday because at 27 weeks, I'm still calling the baby an "it".  Haha!  I mean they don't really look like one gender or another until they're much older.  Usually the only way to tell is by what they're wearing or asking.  Look at this face, if I didn't tell you this was a girl would you really know?  What if this were a little boy?  He'd be just as cute.

To me it also seems unfair to be mad if people ask you if you want the other gender.  I have a daughter.  I love her with every ounce of my being.  If I'd had a son instead would I feel different?  No, absolutely not.  I would still love every bit of him even if I didn't like every mess they made or tantrum he threw.

Don't get me wrong there are plenty of people who were dead set on having one gender over the other but at the end of the day, I'm sure a good majority of those people can't imaging having the other because they've been so fulfilled in other ways.  Really you get what you get.  It's ok to want one gender or another.

But really, I just want a healthy baby...

No one in their right mind thinks, I want to have the sickest baby with the most problems.  I mean really, I think it should go without saying that you want to have a healthy, strong baby that grows into a healthy, decent adult that won't have to be put through traumatic experiences, ever.  I would think that you automatically wanted the best for the life you've been growing.

Boy??? Girl???

Of course I want a healthy baby but don't judge me if I say that I want a boy.  I already have a wonderful daughter and no I wouldn't be mad if I had a little girl again. I would be over the moon.  Plus if I have another girl, I wouldn't have to buy A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G because they're being born around the same time of the year and everything.  Judge me if you want, but I would love to have a son as well.  Is that going to change the love I have for my unborn child, no.  Be real.  I'm going to love this kid just as much as my daughter.

Just finding out...

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

By the time I actually make this post public weeks will have gone by.  Probably close to twelve, well at least I hope so.

I've decided this pregnancy, I will take the time to enjoy it a little more.  When I was pregnant with my daughter I spent the whole time trying to make sure that I didn't disrupt much of my life as it was.  I tried to make sure that I didn't disrupt my husband and those around me lives.  I never stopped.  I worked and was running the whole time.  This time I want it to be different.

I'm not sure how many more times I will do this so this time I need to just relax a little.

Well not like this but you know what I'm saying, relax and enjoy the ride!

Weekend snuggles... gone bad

This past weekend was great.  I was off on New Year's Eve all the way until yesterday.  I love getting more time to spend time with my daughter and husband.  I love to snuggle with her and usually I can only get those when she's sleeping because she's moving a million miles a minute the rest of the time.  There is a small window in the morning of possible snuggles but that is even a little hit or miss.

I'm totally surprised by this occurrence

Well, starting last Friday she was a little snuggly and that was wonderful.   I love getting my mommy hugs and snuggle time in.  Since the weather wasn't the greatest over the weekend it was kinda wonderful.  We stayed in Friday and just hung around the house and chilled. Then rolled around Friday night, she was a little clingy but that seemed ok because it was getting late and maybe she was just tired.  I let it go.  She went down for bedtime with the usual struggles but nothing truly unusual.

Well somebody's comfy

 Along comes foggy, cold Saturday... Well, Saturday must have brought in the crabbiness along with the cold weather because I could barely get a minute of baby-free time to even go to the bathroom.  She was attached to my arms.  It's not that I don't know how to do things with one hand (I mean let's be real, if you're a mom you become a one-arm bandit) but I was just getting used to using both hands again and also peeing alone.

By late afternoon snuggles had turned into full on industrial strength Velcro attachment.  She cried at the thought that I'd have to possibly put her down to change her diaper.  When I actually put her down for a change she screamed bloody murder like a horror film.  It broke my heart.

My husband went into work on Saturday and could see that she and I had had a very long day...

Sunday rolled around and the snuggles no longer had the same sparkle that the had on Friday.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder was a thought of the past.  Although I love her in my arms it wasn't the same as Friday when my neck wasn't tight from awkward sleeping arrangements and my arm didn't ache from constant carrying...

Then came Monday, the day that I wished I were a stay at home mom.  I wanted to call into work and tell them, "Sorry, my little girl isn't feeling well today, I'll be in tomorrow."  That isn't an option at work this week... My husband stayed home and I'm sure he did a great job but all I kept thinking about was how she sobbed as I left for work.  More heart break.

I rushed home from work, only to have her fall fast asleep on my chest as she's done so many times before.  I hadn't realized how much time had passed but I knew it was longer than usual.  Taking a nap around 5:30 or 6 is not uncommon for her but it's usually only 45 minutes or so... not this one... it was FOUR hours long!!  I couldn't believe it.  Four hours??!!  Instant regret popped into my brain but she finally woke up happy for the first time in three days.

We definitely stayed up much later than I had expected but even though that was a snuggle gone wrong, I'll take it just to see my little momma happy again.  Full of giggles and smiles makes it worth it to have to go to work and drink copious amounts of tea.