pregnancy


This will be my last post as a Mom of one!  Not that I’ve posted all that much during my pregnancy but still.  I went to my 39 week appointment yesterday morning.  Everything was business as usual and I left feeling GREAT.  Happy that I was going to meet my baby in seven days.  And excited about my plans for a dinner out with friends.  Somewhere in between walking out of that medical building in the morning and driving home from dinner last night, something changed.  Something that had absolutely nothing to do with my uterus.  When I got home last night at 10:00 PM I found a note from Scott saying my doctor had left a message on our home phone that I would be having my baby on Friday.  This Friday.  Two days and 9 hours from that moment. Not seven days like I had thought.  Three days earlier than my Mom is scheduled to fly in to help with Addison.

So, I stayed up all night, quite literally, wondering what in the world I was going to do with Addie while I was in the hospital and trying to wrap my mind around having this baby in two days.  I thought I had a week left with Addie as an only child.  I had plans to do all of our favorite things one last time while it was still just the two of us.  I had a lot to cram into those seven days.  Not the least of which was a boatload of housework.  I have this idea in my head that Addie’s life as she knows it will be over once she has a sibling.  I realize this is all in my head.  We’ll still do everything we’ve always done, there will just be more of us.  I hope that means that much more fun.

I realize that not everyone gets a heads up about when they’re going to have their baby.  We are very lucky in this respect.  It’s a great surprise when it’s just you and your partner anticipating the birth of your first child.  All you have to worry about is packing a bag and getting to the hospital on time.  With baby #2 (and beyond) it’s incredibly stressful.  Wondering if you’re going to have to drag your sleeping child from their bed in the middle of the night.  Sheepishly asking friends if they could be the unlucky ones you call on at 3 AM to take the older sibling.

Now, not 24 hours later, Addie-care is completely covered for the weekend. We have some wonderful friends who have stepped up to help to make sure Addie is occupied while I’m in the hospital.  So, while I’m still anxious about having surgery on Friday, I am not anxious about what Addie will be doing because I know she’s in good hands.

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Even though it’s 100 degrees outside and only the beginning of August, I can’t help but feel that summer is winding down.  I’ve already started shopping for school supplies and even saw a Halloween display in a store this morning.  I’m okay with this.  Great, in fact!  Fall is my favorite time of year.  I’m looking forward to cool days at the park and apple cider and not burning the soles of my feet on the deck when I take Ollie out for a pee.  Really, that just happened.

Addie is getting ready to finish up her summer dance and gymnastics programs.  When I took her to her first class, I remember thinking, “Oh, perfect timing, her last class is right when I’m due to have the baby.” On the one hand I can’t wait to have this baby and meet our little girl, but at the same time I can’t help but wonder where the summer went.  What happened to all of those weeks that I was supposed to be productive preparing for #2?  July was a crazy month around our house and I’m giving myself a pass for not having everything in order for baby.

And what happened to my shy little girl, who on the first day of class looked at me through the glass with tears in her eyes?  Now, she runs into the studio like she owns the place and can’t wait to catch the first glimpse of her teachers while we’re waiting for class.  They’re like celebrities to Addie.  It’s hard to believe that just a few weeks ago she was hiding her face in my leg.  This makes me hopeful for when she starts Mom’s Day Out next month.

It’s summer, it’s hot and I’m past the point in my pregnancy where I can even pretend that being outside doing anything is fun.  I can’t even fake it.  So I don’t try.  I don’t apologize for it either.  Even Addie thinks it’s too hot outside.  On the mornings – early mornings – that we do go outside to play she’ll tell me she’s hot and wants to go in.  She doesn’t have to tell me twice.  That is for sure. 

So, instead of sitting in the house with the blinds drawn all summer, I’ve made it my mission to find lots of fun indoor activities for us to do.  And, truth be told, Addie doesn’t even seem to miss the outdoor playground.  She still gets to ride her bike and go to the pool with her Dad in the evenings and on weekends so she doesn’t much mind all the climate control during the weekdays.

This week Addie started gymnastics (Or manassicks if  you ask her) and dance lessons.    I was a little apprehensive about signing her up because there’s a pretty strict “no parents allowed” policy for her age group.  I thought this was a good time to start, though, because in August she’ll be going to Children’s Day Out two days a week. 

This was the first time Addie has done anything without me and though I prepared her for it ahead of time, it didn’t really register.  Not until she was walking into her first gymnastics class, looked up to tell me something and I wasn’t there.  She ran back to get me and I walked her into the room and then left.  She could see me through the giant wall of windows that separates the waiting room from the gym, but still she sat down on the mat, looking at the door with her bottom lip quivering.  I counted backwards, slowly, from ten, totally blanking out on the conversation I was having with another parent in the waiting area.  I couldn’t watch her like that any longer and just as I made my move to run into the gym and get her, the teacher distracted her with the first activity and that was it.  Poof.  It was over and she was all smiles for the rest of class.

She loves her classes and talks about them all the time.  We were talking over breakfast on Monday before her dance class when she said, “Addie goes to dance.  Mommy can’t help, you wait outside.”  So she gets it and I think she even likes having that little bit of time to herself.  I have to admit, it’s a bit of a blow to the ego.

At the end of dance class this week all of the Mom’s went in the room to take pictures of the dancers.  It was “Rockstars and Divas” day and the kids were all dressed up and looking cute.  I was the last Mom to walk in the room and as I was getting my camera out I looked over at Addison and she was pointing at me and crying.  I thought, ‘Oh, she wants her Mommy.  Maybe I shouldn’t have come in the room.’  So I asked her, “What’s wrong sweetie?”  and she pointed at the door and said, “Mommy, you go outside.”  I was booted from dance class.  My, how quickly the grow.

Here are a few cute videos from Addie’s first gymnastics class.

Yesterday evening Addison had a touch of a fever.  It came out of nowhere and she was acting fine. I think  it could have been the result of an afternoon of running around in the sun, watering her herb garden and stomping around in her kiddie pool.  I gave her some Tylenol and sent her to bed thinking I might need to stay armed with the Tylenol in case her temperature rose again and she woke up during the night.

She didn’t.  But I did.  At 2:30, this baby growing inside of me starting kicking hard enough to startle me out of sleep.  It’s been happening more and more over the past few weeks and I’m truly worried about this girl’s internal clock and how long it will take me to reset it once she joins us in August.  Admittedly, I am a light sleeper but I rarely had this problem when I was pregnant with Addie.  I simply can’t sleep with someone kicking the small of my back – whether from the inside or the outside.

The baby wasn’t settling down anytime soon and laying there in bed not being able to fall asleep was torture.  I told myself I needed to check on Addison to make sure her fever hadn’t returned.  She had, afterall, just whimpered over the monitor.  A sure sign that she’d be up wailing any minute.  But really, I just needed a change of atmosphere.  I grabbed the Tylenol, slipped out of the bedroom and tip-toed upstairs careful not to wake Oliver.  If he knew I’d left the room he’d thump up the stairs, break down Addie’s door and whip his tail against the side of the bed until everyone in the room acknowledged his presence. 

Addie woke up when she heard the click of her door and she turned her nightlight on.  She saw it was me in her room and scooted over in the bed, patting the pillow next to her.  She said, “Oh, hi Mommy.  Lay down right here.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek when I climbed into the bed next to her.  I never greet her that sweetly when she wakes me up at 3:00 AM.  I could learn a lesson or two.

Addie and I are just back from a two-week trip to New England.  This was the longest trip we’ve taken yet.  I was nervous about it, not only because I’d be doing the solo-parenting thing for two weeks, but also because if things didn’t go well we were stuck.  Like that one trip when Addison refused to drink any fluids because I didn’t pack the pillow she likes to lay on while she drinks her milk.  I only wish I were kidding. This is the kind of diva I am living with.  That visit almost landed her in the ER for dehydration.  But it was a short one, comparatively. Only six days.  So, I was nervous about two whole weeks. Plus, this would be the longest she’s gone without seeing her Dad and I was worried about a melt down. 

Only one paragraph into this post and already with all of the worrying, right?  Somebody get me a Valium. 

We haven’t taken a trip to visit family in a while because of all of Oliver’s medical issues over the winter.  Traveling just wasn’t in the budget with all of our veterinary bills.  With me progressing in my pregnancy (read: getting bigger and bigger) I didn’t want to wait too much longer to travel (read: buckle my expanding stomach into an airplane seat for four hours).  And since I won’t be traveling again before Baby #2 comes along, I wanted to make the trip a long one. 

I was a little concerned (that’s just another word for worried) about how Addie would react upon seeing her family for the first time in so many months.  I dread her clinging and burying her head in my shoulder when someone tries to say hello.  Surprisingly, she did great.    She’s mostly overcome the stranger anxiety that has plagued her since she was an infant.  The first day of our trip, I could almost see the little wheels spinning in her head every time someone greeted her.  She was like, “Oh, you’re smiling ’cause I’m here?  Great!  Let’s hug it out!” It was a pleasant change from some previous visits when she would warm up for only a day or two before we left.

Addie did ask for her Dad while we were away but she would quickly tell me that he was working when I said he wasn’t available.  It was as though she thought he was on a long business trip while we were hanging at Auntie Jen’s house.  As much as she missed her Dad, she was still upset the day we packed up to leave.  She was screaming when I deflated her air mattress.  I can’t say I blame her, she had cousins to play with, grandparents, aunts and uncles to dote on her, puppies to chase and a trampoline to jump on for hours a day.  It was must have felt like being in a traveling circus.  And now that we’re settled back in Houston, I kind of miss the circus too.

Big Sis, Little Sib

 

I’m pregnant!  I’m actually 14 weeks pregnant, which means I passed my first trimester with flying colors.  I realize this is probably the worst kept secret in Texas.  I’ve told people who I’ve run into, but I was reluctant to make a big announcement on the internet until I knew everything was okay.   When I found out I was pregnant with Addison, I started shouting it from the rooftop as soon as the second line appeared on the test stick.  And I had a completely healthy and normal pregnancy with Addison.  I guess I’m more cautious this time around because I know just how lucky I was in my last pregnancy and I realize that there are so many things that could go wrong.  

I’m more than 1/3 of the way to having a baby and I truly don’t know where the time is going this pregnancy.  Even though I’m not working this time around, I’m probably busier than I’ve ever been.  I don’t sit at a desk all day counting down the minutes until the end of my pregnancy.  I’m chasing a 2-year-old and just trying to keep up.  I don’t have time to cry about morning sickness.  Addie doesn’t care if I get nauseous on the way out to her playdate.  So, I don’t really have time to care either.  

This pregnancy is starting out completely different from my last.  I feel more mentally stable this time.  I was an emotional wreck from day one right up until the end of my last pregnancy.  So, I’m not crying as much which.  One thing that is the same is how exhausted I’ve been.  I usually fall asleep during Addie’s nap every day and it really limits my productivity at home.  Every day I tell myself, “Oh, I feel good.  I won’t be napping today.  I’m going to go clean the bathroom.” And then Addie goes to bed and I sit down on the couch for a few minutes and the next thing I know an hour has passed and Addie is up from her nap.  I’m hoping my naps are exclusively a first trimester necessity.  

Addison is also getting excited about becoming a big sister. She wants a brother (“broveerrrrrr”).  She thinks it is so cool that she’ll be a big sister just like her cousin Bridget.  But when we talk about things like the baby sleeping in her crib, she doesn’t respond too well even though she’s excited about having a new big-girl room.  We’re working on it.  I can’t say I’m expecting an easy transition, but she’ll come around eventually.  Because she has to.  

We will find out the sex of the baby next month.  And I know everyone wonders this, but no, I don’t have a preference.  I would love for Addison to have a sister, because I have a sister and I think that relationship is pretty great.  But I would love to have a little boy too.  Although, I must admit, I’m afraid I wouldn’t know the first thing about parenting a little boy.