Just different

This pregnancy started out so much like Nate’s with pure excitement and nausea.  Then I went into the stage where I couldn’t believe that it was real, that another person was going to be born (and from MY body, AGAIN) and then get to live with us.  That’s about it though.  The rest is just sort of different.

Different in a way that’s sort of old hat.  In a way that I’ve done it before.  I look in the mirror at my body and I look exactly the same, the way I am carrying, the veins the boobs resting on the belly, the poking half out naval, it’s just the same.   Oddly, the similarities make it different because I’m not experiencing it for the first time, there aren’t any real surprises, I know what to expect for the duration.  Hugly swollen feet and ankles, more weight gain and thicker and longer hair.

I think this time it’s a lot less about the pregnancy than it is about the baby.  I love being pregnant for the most part, I love feeling the baby roll and thump around.  I sure don’t mind the nice hair and nails and I love a good whopper with cheese because “this is my last pregnancy” but I’m not as consumed by it this time.  I don’t stop and hold my belly with every bump or walk around with a grin on my face.  I’m walking with more of a waddle and some days a limp because of my hip, this time around, I just want my baby.

I wanted to be pregnant with both babies, for sure.  It’s just that the first time when it’s all new it’s (oh I hate to say it) so much more exciting!  And let me tell you, there isn’t much excitement in knowing that the Charlie horses and peeing when you sneeze are right around the corner.  I want this baby just as much as I did Nate, but this time it’s a little more about the destination than the journey.

Is this thing on?

I know you are all tired of hearing it but DUDE- its been 18 days since my last post!  Ouch.  Time has been getting away from me like crazy lately.  The sun came out, we’ve been crafting, Nate got a bug, I got an ear infection… lots of regular ol’ living going on around here.

We are off to Seattle in a few hours for a much-needed break and to meet our two new nieces, Aubrey is 14 weeks and Lily is 3 weeks I’m sure to have a contraction upon meeting them! Man, are my arms ready to feel the weight and my nose ready for that new baby smell.  AHHHHH!
I have lots cooking to tell you all about and I hope to once we get back.  But, while I’m gone I’ve got posts scheduled on Style Lush so be sure to check it out.  My writing  schedule there is Tuesdays and Fridays.   If you ask me though, I’d say you should read every post or you’re surely going to miss something good!

Hope all is well with everyone; we’ll see you on the flip side.

Pink or Blue?

Well, you all voted and it was a tie!  We had a few outside sources but still, it was a pretty even split.

I’ve said before that when I was expecting the first time I wanted a boy, so much so I was terrified of the baby actually being a girl.  Seriously, I would have been devastated, which I know, that sounds horrible but it what it is.

Growing up I had a great Mom; I was so enamored with her it was all I wanted to be when I grew up (that and a fashion model- oy vey!) I played Mommy with my dolls and then to my three younger sisters. I know what being a girl and what taking care of them is all about. And let me tell you, we, we are a handful! We are sassy and mean all wrapped up in pigtails and tights.  But oh, pigtails and tights! 

I worried about my daughter being me at my worst, which is, what they promise, you know. And man, I was a hard teenager. Can I do that? Can I deal with me? Will I have to take her phone out of her room and her door off the hinges? Can I find a balance and raise her to be strong and opinionated but not a bitch? Such a fine line. Will I drop dead when she emerges from her room with her freshly cut off jean shorts with virtually no inseem with the pockets hanging longer than the shorts? Oh, so much to think about with girls and we’ve not really even hit on the fact that they have a reproductive system.   All this aside, I am fully warmed up to the idea. I don’t know if I can do it but I’m not afraid any longer. I started picking up dresses almost longingly.

Boys, well boys just seem a little more simple.  Or maybe it’s that I just know too much about girls, yeah, that’s probably more like it. But still, boys don’t get my heart rate going the same way.  Not to mention, I have one and he is incredible and absolutely the main source of joy in my life.  No tights or pigtails needed.

So, here we are, number two dubbed Olive.  

We probed Nate along the ride.  “Baby Sister or Baby Brother?”  “Sistah!!” he answered a bit exhausted as if to say, “seriously, you’re still asking me this question?”  I explained to Mike that I felt like this was it,after this appointment he would no longer be my baby.  He’d instantly morph into a big brother as soon as Olive took on a real live identity.

Trucks and Dirt- Pigtails and Tights? 

This pregnancy has been harder.  I was much more sick, I took naps nearly every day and up to 3 hours each, my skin is worse than it’s ever been in my entire life. I ate a steak. You probably have to know me to understand the gravity of that last one.  “They” say every pregnancy is different but also that the baby’s sex changes each experience.  This weekend I noticed that I’m carrying a little higher than I did with Nate. 

I was nearly shaking waiting the 30 ridiculous minutes for the OB to come in and get things started.  “Are we “looking” or do you want to keep it a surprise?”  “LOOKING! LOOKING!”  “Okay, then, let’s see what we have here.”

Looks like the only tights I’ll have to worry about will be on my son’s dates. It’s a boy.

We are thrilled.  No tights or pigtails needed.