Welp, so far into this pregnancy I've pretty reliably done the opposite of all of my intentions.
1. Don't eat too much. Yeah. This is still not going well. I did manage not to eat my way through the early nausea but I am terrible about just saying "fuck it" and eating whatever the hell I want.
2. Keep exercising. With the exception of 1-2/wk Zumba I don't really go out of my way to be terribly active. I was being good about taking a long walk during lunch but have slacked off of that since work ramped up and while it was excruciatingly hot out. I guess this isn't too bad but when I think that with Andrew I was all trained up for a half marathon at 21 weeks I feel like a bit of a slug (although arguably my running with him was full out a free for all to eat everything in sight).
3. Dress well. This is freaking hard. I'm cheap and lazy to find maternity clothes. We are opposite season as I was for Andrew and even with him I looked a mess most of the time. The one pair of black pants I wore basically everyday are staples again. Buy Nothing came through for me and I was gifted a few very cute dresses but I can't wear those to work.
I look for maternity clothes but then I come across stuff like this. I
Mean tell me that this dress doesn't look like your angry labia.
Things I've been doing relatively well with: Hydrating, listening to myself (ex not walking when it is blazing hot out), getting to bed embarrassingly early and really soaking up the time the three of us.
I am already wearing the largest sports bra I had from last time and it is SO UNCOMFORTABLE. I think I need to go to the next size but a size 4 Enell? What the hell. And I'm not hassling them about how much it costs- it is a LOT of fabric so the price is understandable. But it pains me none the less to spend so much on one.
Although grabbing that picture I found they now come in snazzy colors.
I also saw that they're now $60 instead of the $50 I was thinking.
I'm terrified to try using my nursing bras. They were I cups (wtf! Right?). If those fit already what does the future hold?
I scheduled poorly and realized that i needed to pick Andrew up when I left work for my appointments rather than going back and picking him up between mine and his. This was ok except he hasn't ever come to a dr appointment with me and this was the biggie anatomy scan ultrasound. In theory it was sweet to have him there to see the baby but my worrywart self worried that if something was wrong it would be harder for us to listen and talk to the doctor. Plus this appointment was scheduled for 45 min... That's 5 hours in two year old years.
But necessity made our decision and we met up with M for our lunchtime appointment.
The scan looked great. I am nervous about the 20 week scan because this is where my sister got bad news a few times. But as we went along and saw vital organ after vital organ looking functional I got to relax a bit and enjoy the amazing technology, the people I was sharing it with and how freaking lucky I am.
They even turned in 3D which I find creepy looking but appreciate the technology behind it. They never did that with Andrew.
After baby girl's appt it was my turn. My OB is retiring :( so I'm seeing someone new. Not too big a fan.
Finally it was Andrew's turn. His appointment was all fun. No shots, no big concerns to talk to the doc about, just chatting about how he is doing and checking for number of testicles and other basics.
He was a joy! It had been a long and mostly seated afternoon but he let the doctor examine him and was adorably engaged. He surprised me with how engaged he was! We were talking to my mom later that night and he told her "doctor check my heart" and tonight when I was getting him in his Jammie's I put his hand on his chest and told him it was his heart and he said "thank you doctor." Adorable. And now he is on the annual check up routine like a big kid.
The only thing that got me down is he is still so tiny-not on the charts. I get that some people are short but for whatever reason it incites a twinge of sadness, possibly guilt. I'm working on that because I get that it isn't rational.
It was a great afternoon to not only check in on BOTH of my babies but to be reassured that they're doing well.
I'll say it again. I'm a lucky lucky person.
Plus I got to grab lunch with my two favorite people on a work day. That's like a cherry on top!
I slept terribly Thursday night and Friday I was a ball of angst that my weekend plan was too busy and over scheduled and it was doomed to failure.
Since I was acting like a tired toddler Michael worked with me to see reason (it would all be fine- it was a low expectation party and the whole pint was to be able to enjoy it). And like a tired toddler I cried a little until I was too tired to do anything but go to sleep.
Saturday was much better. Funny how a little sleep can clear your head and help you see straight. A and I spent the early morning splashing outside and had a Cheerios breakfast picnic.
Then A and I and my younger sister went to the mall for birthday pics. That was a disaster but it resulted in a reasonably good shot. So we moved on.
Later in the afternoon we implemented our Seattle plan. It was perfect. Except for the 90+ degree temperatures. We took the very exciting trolley! He was pretty stoked. We even doubled up and rode the monorail to seattle center. Then spent a great afternoon at the Pacific Science Center.
It was awesome and air conditioned! The tots area was perfect as an introduction. Then we headed to the Grossololgy exhibit where he delighted in being blown out of a nose and sliding down an esophagus into a stomach and crawling through intestines out an anus.
Birthday was great too. Balloons and breakfast. Playtime and nap time. And finally a cousin party.
I'm pretty happy with the games I came up with. They evened the age difference field a bit and were fun and a little outside the box.
He was so happy. We were so happy. His baby sister was so excited too and has been kicking up a storm all weekend.
It was not the most extravagant party but it was a ton of fun and absolutely perfect for our little two year old!