That’s pretty much what I’m doing these days. As per last pregnancy, I have dropped off the face of the internet world as soon as the pee dried on the stick. I just don’t know what it is! Except a couple of things.
This pregnancy, I was a miserable, mommy-of-the-year-award-winning, cataonic, messy, zombie the entire first trimester, and several weeks into the second. Sometimes I wondered what the hell I was thinking, getting pregnant again. Being pregnant with a toddler is totally stupid! It makes no sense. It was MUCH easier having a desk job and being pregnant. I mean, at least I could pass out with my head on the desk without the worry in the back of my mind that a small human might be catapulting to his death at any moment.
I just recently rejoined “reality” and no longer randomly pass out on the couch, to be awakened by Eli holding a ringing phone up for me, or climbing onto my head. Oops.
Nutrition-wise, trimester one was a black hole. I couldn’t stomach anything remotely close to healthy, and thus ran into the loving and abusive arms of grain carbohydrates. It was the only thing that tasted decent. Also, Five Guys tasted decent. Very decent. In fact, if I didn’t have to cook it, it was pretty decent. I had all of these grand plans to eat copious amounts of pastured eggs, salmon, and jugs upon jugs of raw milk. HA HA HA. It was all I could do to avoid a mental breakdown every time I passed by Burger King. Sad state, people.
Thankfully, now we are in week 17 (heading into 18) and I no longer have the food aversions. Now I’ve just trained myself to be a butt-head and of course I’m craving junk food, since it’s highly addictive and takes exactly thirty seconds to suck you in. It’s fine though, I’m reeling it back in. One of the things I strongly believe about being pregnant, is that stress is the worse thing you can eat. It’s worse than crap. It’s definitely worse than a glass of wine. I try not to freak out at myself. Instead, I move forward. I’m obviously not advocating eating junk food your entire pregnancy and shrugging your shoulders; I’m just saying that stressing about it isn’t very helpful for your baby either. I’ve relaxed a lot, but can also see when a little moderation needs to come into play.
With this pregnancy, I have absolutely HORRIBLE skin. The acne is unbelievable. It just won’t go anywhere. Ever. With Eli, I had amazing skin. The kind of skin that was smooth and didn’t care if you didn’t wash the makeup off at night. I was actually kind of hoping for that again. Which leads me to believe that this baby might be a girl after all; she’s already driving me nuts! And being difficult! So, while the acne is mostly hormonal, clearly, I’m fairly certain that eating sugar and anything processed is not helping me either. And I just recently recovered my vanity enough to decide to X out the sugar and other unsavories in an effort to combat my nasty face!
In better news, Hubs and I went on our second BABY FREE vacation. It was really freakin’ awesome to celebrate our third anniversary in paradise. Neither of us had ever been to Grand Cayman, but we are already saving up for a repeat performance for Anniversary 5!
That’s a sting ray. You can’t tell by my face, but I was totally freaked out. It was awesome though.
It was a wonderful break, because it’s been a bit chaotic over here. We are moving in under three weeks, James has been traveling like a mad man, and we’ve been dealing with Kitty surgery, securing two months of temporary housing, and other unglamorous and taxing situations. It’ll be a breath of relief to finally be in Pennsylvania, with two months of no unpacking/organizing to do. It’ll be good, I think. It just blows, because we can’t take Kitty or Sam with us to temporary housing. Two months is a long time to go without my little fur babies!
Also, James got me a new fancy camera, and I can’t stop taking almost identical pictures of Eli with it. My FB friends must want to kill me already. I just can’t stop. CAN’T!
See? Can’t stop.
Anyway… That’s where I’ve been. And where I’ll be for the next few weeks!
Hope your Spring is off to a great start!
Well, here I am hitting the pavement of the 2nd trimester. May I just say, that I have NOT enjoyed the past 12 weeks at all?
I had a relatively easy pregnancy with Eli, from start to finish, save for the massive weight gain, which in the third trimester did make getting around slightly challenging. This little baby, however, is being QUITE the little pip! Only today have I started to feel a little more like myself. I’m almost afraid to say it!
The exhaustion has been really depressing. Trying to keep Eli alive, entertained, and fed has been a monumental task. I won’t lie, I’ve passed out on the job. Sometimes Eli awakens me with a swat, sitting on my head, or shoving the ringing iPhone into my face. So far, no injuries. But I’ve just been a zombie!
On the eating front, I’ve been much better about cooking more, though I’ve relaxed my parameters on what I’ll eat. I am liking toast a lot – so I make sure we always have good sprouted bread on hand. And I’m craving a lot of vegetarian selections, things that I used to eat a lot of in my kiddy years. For the past year, I’ve pretty much 100% avoided soy. Now I want tofu. I fought it for a while, but then decided a little tofu (non GMO and sprouted) is most likely better for me than the Five Guys… Right? Eggs are fine to eat again, THANKFULLY, and while I don’t really want sweet potatoes, the thought of them doesn’t turn me green. Still not on board with drinking milk.
I’ve gained a fairly unflattering amount of weight for the first trimester. I want to say about 7 lbs. I’m TOTALLY out of my pants. But I can still wear my jeans, fly open with a belly band. Although, it’s kind of annoying to do so. Not gonna lie – Maternity pants are miracles, and one of the sweet pleasures of being pregnant.
Today we officially put our house on the market, and it’s kind of bittersweet, since the house looks so pretty now – we want to stay! But, I am hoping we have a quick sale so we can get settled in PA before I’m huge. That would be great.
Some pics for you!
Attempting to tame my awful preggo skin! Bentonite clay, apple cider vinegar, a few drops olive oil
Eli knoshing on Ethiopian food for the first time.
So, that’s what we’ve been up to!
Did you think I stopped blogging?
I kind of did!
I have a good excuse though.
I’ve been cooking nonstop. I mean, like, 24-7. Hot stuff. Crazy complicated.
So far it looks like this:
I’ve still got some cooking to do!
But yes, I’m pregola again, and it’s been kicking my tuckus like a champ. It’s amazing how something so tiny can so completely take over, right? It’s been all I can do to keep Eli alive, feed us, and put the toys away at night.
Unfortunately, it was like a switch went off when I got pregnant, and all of the good things I ate on a regular basis were suddenly disgusting to me. Eggs. Sweet potatoes. Even (GASP) butter and coconut oil in my coffee. It’s freakin’ ridiculous. Currently, I’m doing a little better with the eating as I near the 2nd trimester. I say, a little. I’m eating a freakton of carbohydrates and much less protein than I would normally, but I’m trying to make as much as possible at home, to minimize gross ingredients getting in. I definitely was panicking for a minute, especially because it seemed like my waist exploded immediately, but then I decided to just relax. It’s pregnancy. No two are alike. If I can only stomach baked potatoes and sprouted toast, we do what we must. And put on lots of butter.
I’m really not kidding about the whole belly thing though. Look at this?
Suffice to say, real pants are out. I never liked ’em much anyway.
Being pregnant with a toddler is like being on one of those crazy carnival rides. And getting sick. And no one cares and they just keep the ride going. And everyone’s laughing and spinning around – and you’re about to hurl and just hanging on for dear life.
He’s the best. But bless his heart, he simply won’t sit still for more than the time it takes to finish that morning bottle. And with Hubs gone at a minimum 3 days a week, it’s been challenging.
But I bet it’ll be more challenging with a toddler AND a newborn, so… I think I’ll keep the moaning to a low pitch.
This dude was also a pain in the butt for a minute.
Literally the MINUTE I got pregnant, Kitty started peeing on the couch.
Not once, as some sort of mistake.
It was like, OVER AND OVER AND OVER. And I was going to kill him. Or send him packing.
But he’s revised his ‘tude, and now he won’t leave me alone. I like to think he’s standing guard over Baby Sturj #2.
So anyway, that’s my news. Hubs knocked me up. I’m honestly still in a bit of a shock-state over it, because it happened so quickly. Please don’t be mad at me – I realize that it can take months and months to conceive and sometimes years – but it was ridiculous this time. We’ve never had issues with getting pregnant, but it’s always taken a couple cycles to get the deed done. So when we decided we’d “start trying” in 2013, I figured it’d be closer to March that we’d actually get pregnant. But I guess between the two of us and our delightfully fertile nutrition (seriously, FAT it up, people) it was pretty much a done deal.
The supreme exhaustion, inability to eat things I cook, and abhorrence of eggs make it pretty real though. Oh, and the fact that I’m wearing maternity pants.
Which, by the way, I love. They could be (along with the first kicks) the best part of being pregnant.
Hopefully I’ll be updating more often. Since this is my last time being pregnant ever, I would like to chronicle the thing a bit, so I can remember later.
Or perhaps, what I’ve NOT been up to. For example, updating this blog. And listening to my lectures. I’m so behind on things, and yet, when the day winds down and the baby bear is finally tucked in – all I want to do is pass out to the sweet sounds of The Big Bang Theory.
Let’s see what’s been up around here…
I crossed over to the dark side and made my first homemade skin balm. This was for Eli, because he has super dry skin and the doctor keeps wanting to put steroids on it. It’s a mix of beeswax and olive oil – and it’s incredible. His skin is finally softening – and so is mine! Perfect for this nasty weather.
Eli is a big boy and now chills on the couch with Sammy. ‘Scuse us.
My three free nail polishes from Zoya came, and I’m now addicted to painting my nails with them. Thanks, Kim.
I let the professionals handle my feet though. Eeps.
Kitty continues to be lazy and spoiled.
I pretended to have super short hair for a few minutes.
Hubs and I had a VERY short date lunch. But it was super fun.
So, all in all, it’s been cool around. Besides the fact that I’m so far behind on school. I do need to get a handle on that. I’m sure that I will.
How are you all doing, as we begin to close out the first month of 2013?
Hi guys, happy Sunday!
I’d be totally lying if I told you my weekend has been a blast. Because it hasn’t. Hubs and I started out Saturday bright and early with a little “tiff” that basically soured the milk, so to speak. I did escape and have some me time, which was great. I finally got a haircut:
I also bought those sunglasses and dropped some serious coin at Sephora and Ulta, which actually felt amazing. Then I treated myself to a delicious lunch at Lebanese Taverna:
I feel shiny and new, which is great. Today, Hubs is at the Ravens play-off game, and I’d be lying (again) if I said I was happy about it. You know how you know something isn’t a big deal, and it’s even nice for the other person and you totally want them to go and enjoy themselves – but like, on the other hand, shouldn’t they have cancelled those plans and spent the day with you instead? That’s kind of where I am. It really blows that we barely spent any time together this weekend, and tomorrow he leaves town again for three days. Things like this make me anxious to get to Pennsylvania already, so he won’t have to be away so much.
Also, lately (as in this weekend) people have been extra annoying to me. And I’m not PMSing! I just feel like everyone is forgetting that we have a kid, so we can’t just like, meet up at 9pm, randomly. Because the baby is sleeping. And you can’t just leave the baby sleeping, alone, in the house. Jeez. And it’s even more rude and annoying to invite my husband somewhere, when obviously, I’ll have to stay home. I’m extra awesome this weekend, that’s for sure. But so is everyone else!
In cuter news:
Right? He’s growing up so fast. Just running everywhere, trying to talk, learning new tricks (“Up!” for obvious reasons, using the dog stairs to get up on the couch, etc) and just being adorable. He’s still not able to sit still and cuddle me, as I request him to several hundred times a day, but he does do drive-by kisses and those are charming and sweet, too.
Anyway, tomorrow is Monday and I’ve got PLENTY that needs to get done. I think I’ll spend a few moments this evening making my priority list for the week. Just highlighting those things I really must get done, and then adding in the smaller things that would be nice to get done. A little organization feels like a good idea right now.
I hope your weekends have been better than mine! ❤
Christmas is fast approaching. The malls are complete mayhem. I got a nasty cold, compliments of visiting the kiddy playpen, I’m sure. And Hubs is out of town until Wednesday night.
I’ve been staying far away from the news for the most part. All I needed to hear was what happened; after that, I knew that retelling this tragedy over and over again was not only hurtful, but completely unnecessary. I’m not a person who gets overly wrapped up in debates on gun control, the role of government, or any hot button topics. I never have been. But I’m very scared right now, because in a few years, Eli will be going to school. All I can think about is losing him to something so tragic and completely unthinkable. I’m scared as only a parent, a mother can be scared, and I think part of it is selfish. I don’t know how I would react or feel if I lost my baby. But I do know it would completely and forever darken my life in a way that I shouldn’t understand, because it is too awful. Last night when President Obama was speaking to the Sandy Hook community, and he began to read the names of the children… It just really finally hit me. I kept thinking: that’s too many names.
So, like everyone else this weekend, I held my family close to me. I’m enjoying every little detail of the monotonous, not-worth-reporting minutiae, because this is actually the stuff that is important. Eli is running around the family room right now singing, “Baby, bahbee, baby, bebe, baba,” (all of his favorite words) and I can only feel grateful and so happy to be here with him.
Between being sick and preparing for our Christmas trip to Connecticut on Saturday, this week will no doubt prove to kick my butt, so if I don’t check in before then, I just want to wish you and your family a safe, warm, loving, and thankful holiday, however you celebrate.
And, if you’ve been glued to the news, hearing nothing but sadness all weekend, take a break to enjoy your family.
Perhaps take a look at this, which definitely brightened my spirits.
Much love to you all!