Thursday, April 29, 2010

Get Outta My Way

One of my cousin's (yes, I'm Italian, therefore I have MANY, MANY, MANY cousins!) sent me a funny email yesterday. I don't really think it was intended to be humourous, but this is what it said, " I know ur in babys way but wanted to extend the invite nonetheless even tho I know u prbbly can't attend :-) ". What stood out to me the most was "I know ur in babys way"...Now isn't that the truth!

When I met with my obstetrician for my first appointment this pregnancy, she said to me "discard any preconceived notions about pregnancy. This pregnancy and your last pregnancy will be totally different" and she was right.

My first pregnancy was pretty run of the mill. I went through the normal stages of morning sickness, cute gunt (for those of you who don't know what a gunt is...put your two favourite words together... GUT and ..., okay, you get the point), then the awkward fat phase (where your friends aren't sure what's happening with your body...you look like you're gaining weight, but no one wants to be rude and point it out, although they're dying to shout from the moutains "Slow down with the chips, my friend!"), then there's the obviously pregnant stage, and then full blown massively huge (I was retaining so much water at the end that when I met a friend for "coffee" the week before my due date, he didn't recognize me until I was so close that I basically punched him in the face!).

From the moment my body knew it was pregnant for the second time, I instantly gained 6 pounds. And when I say instantly, I mean, within a week...to the point where a friend of mine called another friend to ask if I was pregnant. Like, I was only 4 weeks pregnant, guys, and already it was that obvious????? Good grief! Before I hit the 3 month mark, I was wearing maternity pants. This kid was NOT fooling around. It didn't want to be restricted. It wanted the freedom to move about. It didn't like to feel tied down, and boy did it take advantage! From that point onwards it was like an invitation for Jabba The Hut to invade my body.



It's been a constant battle to keep food away from my mouth. And it's not just "food" per se, it's McDonald's milkshakes, pound cake, sour candies and my favourite, Quaker Blueberry Buttermilk Muffins (which, in case you were curious, top out at a whopping 170 calories per teeeeeeeeny weeeeeeeeny muffin, with an unbelieveable 32% fat!). Make no mistake, baby #2 is LARGE and IN CHARGE! It wants what it wants and it wants instant gratification.
With 10 weeks to go, a pound (I hope only a pound!?!) gained each week, and my skin stretching beyond oblivion, I'm sometimes thankful that I've opted for a second c-section, cuz this baby will make my 7lb 1oz baby #1 look like a dwarf by comparison. Hey Guinness, get your world record pen ready for July 7th, cuz this baby is gonna make a Bundy Splash!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

10 More Weeks of Sanity To Go



















It looks so unassuming in there, doesn't it? So cute and little and QUIET! We'll I have 10 more weeks of moderate silence (not counting my little man) before this next bundle of joy enters our world.

My husband and I have only just started discussing this new baby with my two year old, and of course, he has NO CLUE what's in store! He thinks it's funny to poke and prod my protruding bellybutton, and he loves to look at the ultrasound photo of his "baby sister"...(not that we know the sex of the baby, he's just Kreskin). Little does he know that he's in for a treat when we come back from the hospital with a stinky, crying and most of all BOH-RING new baby that will take up quite a bit of Mommy and Daddy's attention for say...um...the next 18 years???

I'm in the process of "researching" how to get a toddler prepared for their new sibling, so if any of you insane freaks of nature who have already ventured into this two kid world has any brilliant ideas on how to break the kid in slowly, please feel free to let me know what worked for you.

In the interim, let me relish in the sight of this cute, poop-free and best of all, SILENT fetus. You can enjoy too! Shhhhhhhhhh!

In The Beginning

Going From One To Two

It really seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, people do it everyday, right? Having two kids isn't a big deal. I have family members that have done it more than twice. So why is it freaking me out so much? Initially I felt like it would be easy peasy, but as my due date fast approaches, I'm starting to feel a bit...um...overwhelmed?

My two year old is slowly becoming more and more independent and that should appease my mind, but the clock is ticking. Two and a half months to go. Soon my attention will be split. Can I hack it?

This is an account of how I deal with the trials, tribulations and triumphs (? I hope ?) of going from a mother of one to two.