Marking My Nest

Yesterday, after a long, hard stare into my knife drawer (and an encouraging text from a friend) I decided not to preform a back-alley C-section on myself.

I like to think I'm a reasonable person, and our butcher knife just wasn't as sharp as I would have preferred.

I backed away, out of the kitchen, then drove to Barnes and Noble and spent too much money.
I felt a little better.
I pulled that trick last week too. Stacks of good books and magazines calm me down.

Do you know what else helps calm my pregnancy induced mania?

Obsessively cleaning and organizing my house. Every day.

 I was never this crazy when pregnant with Cryin Ryan.

Baby #2 is making me insane.

I am constantly washing sheets and clothing because I could have the baby anytime and I really don't want to come home to dirty laundry.

My house is meticulously organized and everything is labeled because I'm 90% sure I'll have a heart attack if it's not.



Jared is scared to cook in the kitchen because I freak out if it's not perfectly clean.

Apparently I'm not as concerned with my own personal cleanliness. I walked around Target for 45 minutes with mysterious white crust on my baby bump.

I wasn't done shopping and was too lazy to wash it off, so I just left it there.

I think I need to chill out..... or have the baby asap.

Sea Cucumber

I feel like this lately:

Correction: I've felt like that for the last 8 1/2 months.

I feel disgusting.

I'm sick of carrying around Ziploc bags so I can randomly puke in them.
Plus, when you can't keep food down, you have no energy. Blah.

I feel guilty when everyone says:
"You're too skinny!"
"You need to eat something!"
"You look like you're only 5 months pregnant!"

Trust me, I'd rather gain some more weight and not be sick, but unfortunately, my body has other ideas.

I hate going to a high risk ob/gyn to make sure the baby is gaining weight. (I went a few days ago and baby #2's weight is in the 70th percentile - so at least one of us is getting the necessary nutrition).
I'm so over peeing my pants every time I throw up.
I hate having to wear tons of makeup so I don't look like a sick dog.

I hate knowing that I will hopefully be able to do it again in a couple years because babies are the best thing ever.

Poor me.
I'm such a wuss.

Ok. I'm done whining.... for the next 10 minutes.


P.S. Only 3 weeks till my due date!!!!! I had Ryan 1 week early so everyone send good thoughts my way so this one comes early too!

Toilet Realizations

Cryin Ryan has NO interest in potty training.
He tells me, "no thanks mom, no thanks."

I can't blame him. I'm not that excited about it either.

The only sign of bodily function awareness came at Christmastime when a worried Ryan ran up to me and questioned:

"Momma! I toot by my penis?!?!"

Yes Ryan. You toot by your penis.
This realization seemed like an important milestone, so I noted it in his baby book.


I had lofty goals of potty training him before baby #2 comes.

I bought one of those kid seats that fit on top on an adult toilet. I really didn't want to be cleaning out one of those nasty potty chairs all the time.

What I didn't prepare for was Ryan's complete disgust with the toilet.

His whole life I have drilled it into his head that "we don't touch or play in the toilet, it's gross". In hindsight, maybe I should have been a little less extreme, because now he is too grossed out to use it.

I was forced to buy one of those dumb child-size potty chairs.

Our only dollop of success

 



Ryan was more open to sitting on a toilet his own size, but still preferred squatting in a corner and dumping in his diaper.


After an honest conversation with myself, I gave up.
Fighting a toddler to poop in his potty chair is no fun when I am throwing up in the toilet next to him. The disgustingness outweighs any convenience.

I was surprised a few days ago to learn that Pee-toddler was, again, more aware of his body than I assumed.

He brought me a diaper and disgustedly told me:

 

"Moooomm! Ryan poo shapes out his butt. Eeeww, yuck!!!!!"

Once again, I duly noted it in his baby book.