24 weeks…feels like I’m pretty far along, but then I remember there is still 16 more weeks to go. I got this!!
I have to say that this pregnancy has been so different than with Arden. One thing that has taken me off guard that I don’t remember with Arden’s pregnancy is the intensity and sometimes absurdity of my emotions. Oh my goodness. EVERY SINGLE EMOTION. Makes sense I’m having a girl, right?;) I have been the stereotypical pregnant woman who cries over little things. Or rather, a bunch of little things at the same time. The other night I was trying to explain to Joey while I was crying. My emotions were going crazy but even my mind was like, Okay, I can’t even figure out why I’m crying. I think one of the main reasons I was able to muster was that I didn’t want to take my stupid gross supplements and all I want to eat is s’mores. Sounds reasonable.
Anyway, in reality this pregnancy is going pretty well. I’m still battling fatigue some, just not as bad as a couple months ago. Though maybe that has to do with my disdain of taking the gross iron supplement…because about 40-50% of the time that translates into me not taking it. I am positive I am the worst client these midwives have seen. There’s this pregnancy tea that I’m supposed to be drinking everyday that I had for the first time in probably two months yesterday. Because I have an appointment tomorrow. Now, I fully intend on being honest with them about this. I’m just not looking forward to feeling dumb when I say that I haven’t been drinking it because it’s not that yummy.
But I digress.
As for eating and appetite, I am definitely full-on in the “bottomless pit” stage. I really can’t think of anything that I don’t want to eat that I normally don’t like (such as seafood). The way I explained it to Joey is that it’s like I’m “normal Molly” — I just want way more of what I like than usual. And really, I can’t even claim any actual out-of-the-norm cravings at this point. I would say I’m craving Mexican food (millions and millions of chips and salsa, please) and sweets (as you probably could infer from the s’mores mentioning), but if I’m honest, that’s almost just as true when I’m not pregnant. Pregnancy just amplifies it all.
One thing I have been into that probably has nothing to do with pregnancy and everything to do with being a mom of a toddler and needing something caffeinated to help me get through the day is the Peach Green Tea Lemonade from Starbucks. I normally don’t like tea… But I’m pretty sure this stuff is sweetened enough to where the tea is practically untasteable.
All in all, I think I’m doing okay nutrition-wise…I think I’m at least self-aware enough to know when I’m going off the deep-end with sweets and carbs. I definitely feel it when I’m not eating well, which helps. I am trying to get more consistent with exercise, though. With Arden’s pregnancy I had more time and the weather was much more agreeable by this point in my pregnancy so I went on walks almost daily. I am trying to get back into the habit of going at least a few times a week…the key is to get going in the morning while it’s still under 100 degrees. But what I do have going for me this go-round is having a toddler to chase.
Speaking of…a strange thing has happened recently with Arden…all of a sudden he’s decided that I am the favorite (as opposed to Joey). This phase he’s in very much reminds me of the regression he went through around 8-10 months — though we haven’t dealt with as many sleeping problems this time, thank The Lord! But what has come back is major separation anxiety. This morning he cried and clung to me when I tried to hand him off to Joey. THAT is very abnormal because Joey has been the reigning favorite for the past six months or so. So it’s been very physically demanding lately–lots of him kicking when I’m trying to change his diaper…or trying to put him down…or trying to get him in his high chair. And lots and lots of crying/fussing. I keep thinking, I don’t know how I’m going make it without injuring myself, with all the picking him up and the quick, unexpected physical outbursts on his part. One thing I have been concerned about and trying to remain aware of is my ab muscles (or lack thereof). They separated with Arden and they are already separated even more this time, meaning I have very little core strength and have to be so careful when getting up, laying down, and carrying heavy things.
One thing I have more of now that I didn’t have when Arden was 8-10 months though is perspective. I know that this is just a season. That it won’t last forever. I don’t know when it will be over — it could be a week, or a month, or more — but he will move on. Another thing I have observed about him (that I assume is generally true about all babies) is that the hardest, most fussy phases often accompany or directly precede major developments. I already notice that his vocabulary and ability to understand us has continued to skyrocket. Recent word examples from the past few days: pineapple, triangle, fish (meaning Goldfish…the snack:)–again, keeping in mind that the way he says these words is very unlike how they are supposed to be said ;). Anyway…I love my little guy and am trying to just take deep breaths often and soak up the non-fussy moments as much as I possibly can.
So somehow this pregnancy post turned into an Arden post;). Oh well. This is my life. And I am so thankful for it!