A couple weeks ago, the topic of my weekly Facebook Live Playgroup was “Shake Off The Mom Frump” with my dear friend Tiffany Reese. (If you missed it, you should give it a watch. Tiff and I share all our fav. mom beauty products.) Recently, I got an email from a pregnant mom who was wondering if I had any similar tips for getting through early pregnancy frump.
Just a couple hours out from our first sonogram. I can’t tell if this topsy turvy stomach is morning sickness or nerves, but it’s worse than most mornings, and I’m going to guess that it’s partly due to nerves. I find that odd. I haven’t really been nervous about things going wrong this pregnancy, not nearly as much as I was with Kendall. So I thought maybe I’m just getting better at this whole thing, that it would be less stressful the second time around.
But here I sit, about to toss my Chick Fil A chicken biscuits from the combo of morning sickness and nerves (although the lingering smell of the chicken sausages Scott cooked up for Kendall’s lunch today is NOT helping… and there is a sink of soaking dishes that smells like feet… curse this hypersensitive nose!).
Really, the fact that I have been and am sick and just plain exhausted are good signs. I know. I just want to get in there and have my mind set at ease. I keep having this nightmarish thought that I’m going to go in and they’re going to be like, “Oh, you’re not pregnant. You’re just crazy.” Okay, I thought blogging about this would help, but now I’m just obsessing about it even more, so I need to stop.
In other news, Kendall continues to poop on the potty, like, 3 times a day! The kid has no issues with regularity. A few nights ago, while sitting on the toilet, doing his thing he shouted out, “It stinks!” I heard it from the kitchen since this time it was Scott’s turn, and when Scott takes him it’s doubly funny to listen in on because he sings his own made up song “Five Green and Speckled Poops” (to the tune of “Five Green and Speckled Frogs”) while Kendall works on squeezing things out. I’m going to have to get the lyrics from him one of these days and share them with you, something about speckled poops and speckled logs. It’s good stuff. When Kendall finishes he gets 2 M&Ms, and I’m telling you guys, M&Ms will save my life. That kid will do anything for an M&M. I ain’t too proud to bribe, yo. So all’s good on the potty training front so far. He doesn’t really pee in the potty, but I am a-ok with changing pee diapers right now.
Alright, that’s enough jibber jabber. I’ve got to go make myself presentable for the OBGYN. Perhaps I should start with a shower. I’ll let you guys know how everything goes. Hope you all had a great weekend!
8 weeks, 6 days pregnant/ Kendall is 2 years old
I get the feeling you’re taking this whole food aversion phase a little too personally. Here’s the thing, it’s not about you. It’s not about your food, your cooking. It makes NO SENSE that I don’t even want to see the raw hamburger meat (gag, typing that made me gag) let alone smell it…cooking, I GET THAT. It makes NO SENSE that, though I really wanted Mexican food yesterday, I can’t stand the thought of eating the black bean quesadillas you made tonight and instead REALLY want a bowl of noodles covered in soy sauce. I GET THAT. Can you just be okay with things not making sense right now?
And can you please, oh my God, please just stop suggesting random shit to eat? I have looked in the pantry, I have taken inventory of the refrigerator, I know my options, dear. And the reason why I’m not eating them, ANY of them? They all make me a shade of sick. So please, please stop making me recall this laundry list of various shades of sick by rattling them off to me.
Remember how before I was growing your baby I used to be able to feed myself? Hell, you would leave me for 2 weeks at a time for business trips and I managed to feed your son and myself the whole time. We were both well fed when you got home. The thing is – I CAN STILL DO THAT. I know you want to do your part, and stuff. I know you want to take some sort of active role in the growth and development of this fetus, and I know that means you take pride in feeding me. I promise I will give you all the opportunities to do just that as soon as the second trimester starts.
Until then, this is the rule. I will feed myself what I want when I want. I am politely declining any help from you for the time being. It’s not you, it’s not even me, IT’S THE BABY. Blame the fetus.
Your wife who is SO happy she was able to eat pad thai tonight instead of those bean quesadillas
8.5 weeks pregnant
Halfway through this post I laughed and remembered a very similar one I wrote around the same time during my pregnancy with Kendall, though that letter directly took issue with my finicky fetus.