Archive for February, 2010

Potty Time!

Our house was a rental before we bought it (CHEAP), and it was dis.gust.ing. We remodeled most of the house, including a full bath on the first floor. The upstairs bathroom has been put on hold until we can afford to do it “right.”

The upstairs toilet has been the most repulsive sight in the house. We’ve lived here for 3 years, and I’ve only used it once …squatting and hovering like I was in a public restroom. Even throughout my pregnancy with my second child I refused to use it. When I got up in the middle of the night (as pregos so often do), I opted to fumble my gigantic butt down the stairs to do my business rather than walk across the hall and use the “yucky potty“ (as my son calls it).

No amount of cleaning or disinfecting has been able to remove the grime or stains ..or cross my OCD threshold. The nauseating appearance combined with knowing that the house was a rental (and NOT knowing whose tush has touched the toilet), keeps me from thinking of it as anything other than public property.

So now that I’m pregnant again, my sweet husband surprised me with a new toilet for the upstairs bathroom!

I did a happy dance in the living room when he showed me (the box containing) my Valentine’s Day can!

The best gift a pregnant girl could get!

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February 15, 2010 at 7:53 pm 2 comments

16 weeks

My mom spent the last two months of her life in a hospital, and for those two months I spent every day by her side. She passed away shortly before I hit the 20 week mark of my first pregnancy.

Needless to say, there aren’t many pictures of me in my first trimester (or my second trimester) when I was pregnant with baby #1.

[That son’s first year was subsequently (overly) documented in a scrapbook the width of an encyclopedia].

In an effort to make up for the less-than-perfect circumstances surrounding my first pregnancy, I was very determined to create an entire scrapbook dedicated to my second pregnancy. I wanted to have a book that would show me growing into a maternity shirt and growing out of a “regular” shirt …along with a monthly detailed record of my weight gain, baby’s heart rate, and any sentiments I thought might be appropriate to share.

I was very diligent every month and it was looking fantastic!
…but I never made it past the fourth month.

[My second son’s first year was subsequently under-documented].

So now I have a third go at it.
…and I have zero pictures of my first trimester.

But better late than never, right? We got the camera out the other day and hubby snapped a few pics of me at 16 weeks.

Now for most women, 16 weeks is still early. Most women aren’t really showing much at this point. But due to scoliosis and an abnormally short torso, that‘s not the case for me…

I am obviously not the type of woman who could ever hide a pregnancy for long. At three months, I look six months. At 6 months, people start asking how many days I have left. And 9 months, for the most part, eludes me… I don’t think my body was made to carry babies that long. Both of my guys came early. I can only assume they ran out of room.

From what I hear, those last couple weeks suck, so I’ll count myself lucky.

February 12, 2010 at 4:26 pm 3 comments

Obsessed

I have an addiction to obsessions.

I tend to obsess over -say, blogging- for a few months then move on to another obsession (like maybe scrapbooking) for a few months, which then gives way to the next obsession, and so on until the cycle repeats itself.

Of all my obsessions, none have caused such parental negligence on my part as blogging.

This being my first post in nearly a year, I haven’t caught blog-mania again just yet. But if this does become my next fixation, I intend to maintain some level of self control and try to keep from neglecting my kids.

So…..
I plan to keep my posts short and sweet…

I plan to refrain from commenting on other blogs for the sole purpose of trying to reel in more comments on my own blog….

I will not force myself to comment on another blogger’s post -even if I really like it- if my comment would be repetitive. Oh why can’t blog comment sections have a “like” button?…

The motivating force behind the desire to write publicly this time around is to keep myself accountable. I want to remember not to forget to record the thoughts and feelings of my third pregnancy.

With my second pregnancy, I saved e-mails between myself and a pregnant friend. Those e-mails contain all of my pregnancy cravings, aversions, joys, frustrations, and hormonally charged quirks. I want to use this blog to record all of those same things. I want to look back and be able to say that this baby didn’t get shafted just because I was busier, more exhausted, and lacked the self-discipline to write regularly in a baby book.

I can be a good mom to a third child. Even if it means neglecting the other two a little….

February 10, 2010 at 2:40 pm 3 comments


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