Friday, November 1, 2013

My Pregnancy Journal...Here We Go Again.

I don't really know where to start except to say, "Hi, I'm Sherri, and I used to blog about my life. But then things like trying to discipline a very sassy 4 year old, and oh yeah, GETTING PREGNANT, took over my life."

Well.  Let's be honest.  It wasn't really the "getting pregnant" part that took over my life.  It's been the "being pregnant" part that has taken over my life.  And when I say took over my life, what I mean is that it forced me to lie on the couch and watch Dawson's Creek on Netflix for 4 months, while I tried hard not to vomit.

For real.  This is what I did for 4 solid months.  It was shameful AND awesome, all at the same time.
Well, awesome except for the nausea.  That part was NOT awesome.

I started this blog during my last pregnancy to document "the crazy" that was about to go down.  And then it turned into a documentation of all the actual crazy that is already in my life.  But never has my life been more crazy than during the last year.  And since AG got her turn, I've decided that our SON (aw, yeah!) needs his turn now.

Have y'all seen those journal style posts that cute pregnant bloggers write about their monthly/weekly pregnancy updates? They sweetly discuss topics like "weight gained," "cravings," "fave pregnancy moments," etc.  Since I'm already in my 3rd trimester, I'm going to post an abbreviated version of My Pregnancy Journal.  It's definitely not going to be super adorable and precious, but it's going to serve to remind me about what pregnancy is really like.  You know, so I don't get brainwashed into thinking I want to do it again.

First Trimester:

Weight Gain: Felt like 5 million pounds.  Mostly in my chest.  Was too afraid to actually find out.

Cravings:  Everything carbtastic, fried, or otherwise obtainable at a drive-thru window.

Well, hello there, little gummy bear.  You're the one causing all the chaos.
I should've known you were a boy.

Symptoms:  What kind of lying jerk decided to name it "morning sickness" anyway?  Since it started  basically the very moment I found out I was pregnant, I became convinced that I was having twins.  Evil ones, that were trying to kill me.

Fave Moments:  Telling John I was pregnant. I hid my positive test under the covers of the bed, and screamed that there was a HUGE SPIDER in there that he needed to kill.  And before you're all, "EW, Sherri you peed on a stick and then put it in your bed?!?!," don't worry.  I sanitized it first.  I'm smart like that.

See?  All wiped clean with extra antibacterial wipes.
Also, did I mention that John REALLY doesn't like spiders?  It was SO FUN to freak him out.
I'm sweet like that.

Our first picture of our new family of "four."
A.K.A. Back When I Was Still Thin

Second Trimester:

Weight Gain:  Finally got up the nerve to pay attention , and surprisingly, it was only 2 lbs.  Despite Mr. Zaxby's best efforts.

Cravings:  Orange Fanta and Candy Corn.  I mean, what? I literally can't even.

Symptoms:  It might be easier to talk about what I wasn't experiencing....because I pretty much had them all at this point.  Sore boobs, severe heartburn, and oh hi, nausea!  You're still here.  I think it was somewhere around 20 weeks or so when I finally was able to stop eating crackers in the middle of the night like a ravenous little chipmunk.  You know, to avoid barfing when I got up to pee.

Fave Moments:  Finding out we were having a BOY!  Y'all.  I am awful at the whole "mother's instinct" thing.  I was absolutely convinced that I was having another girl.  So, unfortunately, was AG.  When we went to the ultrasound appointment, we took her with us, and after the ultrasound tech said "it's definitely a boy!" AG was all, "um, no it's NOT. It's a baby sister."  Then, when the ultrasound switched to the 3D view, she started crying and saying "I don't want my baby brother to be orange!!"

You and me both, girlfriend.

Aw. Isn't it cute how I thought my belly had "popped" back then.
Um, NO. 

My other favorite moment during this trimester was when one of AG's teachers at school asked her what she wanted to name her baby brother.  Her response?


After I stopped dying, I reassured the teacher that we had just read Cinderella, in which the cat is named Lucifer.  I mean, clearly she doesn't think her baby brother is the devil.


And there we go: genuine pop-age has now occurred.  

Third Trimester:

Weight Gain: With the way I've been eating, it's probably somewhere around a gazillionty pounds by now.

Cravings:  Sweet tea and Halloween candy.  The other night, John and I were at the grocery store, and I informed him that it was time to stock up on Halloween candy.  You know, for the children.  He picks up this weenie bag with only 85 pieces, and was all, this should do it.

Hahahahaha, he's so adorable.

(We may or may not have had to purchase more candy last night.  I can't remember.)

Symptoms:  My heartburn is still super bad, so Tums should probably have been listed on my cravings list.  Because I eat more of those than anything else.  Also, why hasn't someone come up with a Twix-flavored Tum? I'm just sayin.

Another symptom I've been dealing with is The TIREDNESS.  I keep waiting for the same crazy burst of OCD/nesting energy that I got with AG, and I just haven't gotten there yet.

(Oh wait.  John just reassured me that I have, in fact, gone all "OCD crazy" again.  This time, instead of a "freakishly unhealthy obsession with stainless steel wipes," it's manifesting itself via "insane to-do lists" that I keep giving him.)

(Again, isn't he adorable?)

Currently, I'm (almost) 29 weeks, re-reading Babywise like a BOSS, and trying to cram in as many trashy tv shows as possible between now and January 25th. Because, well, priorities.

I'm also trying diligently to Instagram outfits that still make me look like a wardrobe stylist and not like a pregnant bag lady.

Which is about as easy as trying to discipline this sassy 4 year old.

She is NUTS, y'all.  In the best way possible.  


Lauren Lefevre said...

I'm so happy that you are back to blogging here! I've missed your posts, and LOVED this one!

Mark Allman said...

I came over here from Bekah's blog which mentioned this post and she was right.... a great post. I laughed out loud. Your daughter seems to have picked up your humor. I like candy corn all the time. :)