I have a confession. I am annoyed I don't know the sex of our baby. THERE! I said it. I went from being sure I didn't want to know when we first got pregnant, to not so sure at 6 months, to downright pissed off about a month ago. Now, I'm just frustrated. To clarify, my frustration has nothing to do with the fact that I am a planner, as I have already mentioned. Rather, it's more to do with the difference between your first and second pregnancy.
With your first pregnancy, you are (perhaps after a brief period of initial disdain and then gradual acceptance like this girl experienced) excited and eager to learn about this new, unchartered territory. You revel in buying maternity clothes that are cute, and by cute, I mean hideous. You register for all kinds of crap you will never use and are showered with toys, clothes, bottles, and 18, 987 baby bath items that you did not register for. You are going to be the best, most attentive mom ever. And then you actually have the child.
Enter second pregnancy. You know the terrain. You don't feel the need to read 8, 876 books on pregnancy, labor, and taking care of an infant (or was that just me?). You have all the equipment and gear, along with about 15, 387 unused washcloths that Target would not take back because you'd already met your refund limit. (DO NOT REGISTER AT TARGET). You have Hideous Maternity Clothes and are just determined to stay out of them as long as possible this time. What you don't have is the excitement of entering an exclusive club/unknown realm or whatever. You do not have showers. People actually forget you are pregnant until they see you. You don't have as much help from others because, hey, you are a pro at this, right?
I guess, for me, I think that if I had found out Moose's gender, I would have at least that going for me. I didn't have that the first go round, and it would make this pregnancy different. I know I'm probably going to change my mind after I give birth, but for now, I'm a little salty. I want to buy some monogrammed stuff now, dammit!
I don't think I'd feel this way if we had found out Henry's gender while I was pregnant with him. Then, NOT knowing the sex would be the exciting part, but this pregnancy is just like the last one, minus the washcloths. (Am I the only person who received an obscene amount of freaking washcloths?)
Again, I will probably say once Moose is born, that it was TOTALLY WORTH IT! I'll probably have a post entitled "I Take It All Back", after say...Saturday night when I go into labor, (right little lady/fella?). But right now, I'm okay with admitting that I maybe should've found out the sex of our baby. Sigh.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Updates on The Children
PREGNANCY:
Weeks: 38 today... Henry was born at 38 weeks and five days. Let's hope this child is an early bird as well... but not too early. Keep reading.
Dilated: 2 cm. 8 to go. Boo-yeah!
Effaced: Still 75%
Weight: Why does every pregnant girl with a blog feel the need to brag about her weight? I weigh less than I did with Henry. Triumph.
Contractions: All the time. If we hooked my uterus up to a generator, I could probably create enough electricity for the entire District.
Nicknames: We've switched from Bug to Moose since this child is going to be enormous. I'm trying not to be annoying with the name, though, because it can get that way when you don't know the gender. My apologies to everyone who got sick of hearing me call Henry Bean during pregnancy.
Swollen: Nope. Crazy, since I couldn't wear my wedding rings the last trimester with Henry.
Sleep: Suffering from a little bit of insomnia, which is understandable seeing as though I need a forklift to turn and reposition myself, and I have to pee so much, I'm wishing I had a catheter.
Brain Power: My IQ has probably dropped 10 points with this baby. S/he is going to be a GD genius.
Agility: I can barely move, this child is so big. I now watch those 300lb. Woman shows on TLC and I'm like, "Obviously, you are going to drive your car 20 ft. to your mailbox. That would be so painful to walk!"
Gender Predictions: Despite 9 out of 10 people's predictions that this will be a girl, I've spent the last two months thinking it's a boy, and I've kind of attached myself to the idea of having two little blond haired, blue-eyed boys wrestling with each other in the living room. More on this later.
Anxieties: Ummm... nothing really. Oh, maybe that I'm going to have this baby while Ryan is out of town this week. Oh, you know. He's in Orlando for business. Really busy...
I don't want to talk about it.
SIR WILLIAM HENRY, I ESQ.
Bottle: Gave that up right after his second birthday in July. WIN
Big Boy Bed: Took to it like a fish to water. WIN
Potty Training: Made great progress the first day, then he got sick and was over it. FAIL
Pacifier: Two weeks without it, bia! WIN
Preschool: Not going to lie, thought this was going to be a fail, but he's turned a leaf and started to love it. Fire Safety Week is going to seal the deal. They're bringing in a fireman and a fire truck. So, WIN
Eating: FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. Chicken nuggets and Goldfish. Add this to the list of "Things That Must Not Be Mentioned"
Growth: Henry has shot up at least an inch this past month. I know this because his pants are starting to look a little bit short. I went to Old Navy to get him some new ones today, and did you know that all their normal looking plain pants are $20. Yes, the toddler pants. Yes, the adult pants are the same price. WTF?!? And good luck trying to find a 2T. Get it together, ON. The pants aren't lined in gold. Hell, they're not even lined at all. Rant over. Henry= WIN, Old Navy= FAIL
Ok, it's almost 10 and I should be watching the debates... but I'm exhausted. I'd rather toss and turn in bed like one of those giant sea lions on the beach. Here's a visual if you need one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OoBJ86oqmc
Weeks: 38 today... Henry was born at 38 weeks and five days. Let's hope this child is an early bird as well... but not too early. Keep reading.
Dilated: 2 cm. 8 to go. Boo-yeah!
Effaced: Still 75%
Weight: Why does every pregnant girl with a blog feel the need to brag about her weight? I weigh less than I did with Henry. Triumph.
Contractions: All the time. If we hooked my uterus up to a generator, I could probably create enough electricity for the entire District.
Nicknames: We've switched from Bug to Moose since this child is going to be enormous. I'm trying not to be annoying with the name, though, because it can get that way when you don't know the gender. My apologies to everyone who got sick of hearing me call Henry Bean during pregnancy.
Swollen: Nope. Crazy, since I couldn't wear my wedding rings the last trimester with Henry.
Sleep: Suffering from a little bit of insomnia, which is understandable seeing as though I need a forklift to turn and reposition myself, and I have to pee so much, I'm wishing I had a catheter.
Brain Power: My IQ has probably dropped 10 points with this baby. S/he is going to be a GD genius.
Agility: I can barely move, this child is so big. I now watch those 300lb. Woman shows on TLC and I'm like, "Obviously, you are going to drive your car 20 ft. to your mailbox. That would be so painful to walk!"
Gender Predictions: Despite 9 out of 10 people's predictions that this will be a girl, I've spent the last two months thinking it's a boy, and I've kind of attached myself to the idea of having two little blond haired, blue-eyed boys wrestling with each other in the living room. More on this later.
Anxieties: Ummm... nothing really. Oh, maybe that I'm going to have this baby while Ryan is out of town this week. Oh, you know. He's in Orlando for business. Really busy...
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| "Working" on the golf course |
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| "Working" at Medieval Times... with a tiara. |
SIR WILLIAM HENRY, I ESQ.
Bottle: Gave that up right after his second birthday in July. WIN
Big Boy Bed: Took to it like a fish to water. WIN
Potty Training: Made great progress the first day, then he got sick and was over it. FAIL
Pacifier: Two weeks without it, bia! WIN
Preschool: Not going to lie, thought this was going to be a fail, but he's turned a leaf and started to love it. Fire Safety Week is going to seal the deal. They're bringing in a fireman and a fire truck. So, WIN
Eating: FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. Chicken nuggets and Goldfish. Add this to the list of "Things That Must Not Be Mentioned"
Growth: Henry has shot up at least an inch this past month. I know this because his pants are starting to look a little bit short. I went to Old Navy to get him some new ones today, and did you know that all their normal looking plain pants are $20. Yes, the toddler pants. Yes, the adult pants are the same price. WTF?!? And good luck trying to find a 2T. Get it together, ON. The pants aren't lined in gold. Hell, they're not even lined at all. Rant over. Henry= WIN, Old Navy= FAIL
Ok, it's almost 10 and I should be watching the debates... but I'm exhausted. I'd rather toss and turn in bed like one of those giant sea lions on the beach. Here's a visual if you need one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OoBJ86oqmc
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