So Dang Hungry

I keep eating and eating and eating...feeling full only after a sufficient amount of protein (which really doesn't surprise me). I'm craving salads, too. Salads! Who craves salads? It's too weird. I want to crave something good like double-pepperoni pizza or mom's famous cheesecake. Oh, well. I guess I hadn't complain. Salads can't do too much damage. I'll be the most regular person on my block.

Speaking of which, the babe had terrible diarrhea last night (the first bout she's ever had). She said, "Mommy, it's just all water." Poor kid. She sat there for a good ten minutes before her tummy was settled enough to go back to bed. I felt so bad for her. I gave her a tums before I knew what was really going on. She was just complaining about a stomach ache, and then she started to cry. For me, I was thinking, "Oh, crap. Please don't let this be appendicitis," and "How would I even know if this was appendicitis?" Thankfully, I took the appropriate steps. She slept soundly the rest of the night.

This morning, I woke up with a heavy, aching chest and nearly freaked out. A chest cold is the last thing I need in my condition...can't take any drugs. Ugh! I sat in the bathroom with the shower on for about five minutes, hoping that would help. It did. I then got me and the babe ready for our day and headed out for our thirty minute commute to the city. After I'd dropped her off, I thought about alternative cures: coffee. I stopped for a cappuccino and, believe it or not, the achiness went away and the breathing returned to normal. Who woulda thunk it? I'm glad that I didn't have to suffer through anything horrific. I'll keep my chest covered and healthy for the next few weeks. Don't want a scare like that again.

So, So Sleepy...

I just keep wanting to sleep, although not as much as I did with my first child. This is definitely a different pregnancy. With my daughter, I was so sick and sleepy. I stayed sick throughout my first trimester. Then, things eased up . During my first, I also had terrible back pain (my daughter decided it would be a great idea to sit on my syatic nerve). Oh, nothing I did helped. I brought in one of those heated, chair back massagers, a heating pad (which I'd crank up to high). It helped, but the pain was always there, nagging away. The sucky part was that it shot from my lower back all the way down my leg. Ughh! Thank goodness this baby hasn't chosen to do the same thing. I'd be in serious stress right now.

I had curry for dinner last night with veggies and brown rice. It was so good! Normally, I'd be sucking down the water to help with the spicy kick, but I was fine. My taste buds are changing again, I guess. I know they are because I had a bite-sized musketeers bar and about five minutes later was so nauseated. Oh, no! What will I do without sugar?! I thought it was just a fluke, but then I thought back to the other times I felt nauseated and each time, it was after eating something with sugar.

I went to my daughter's dance recital last night. She was so cute! They danced to "Whole Lotta Shakin'", "Hi, Ho", and "Walk the Dinosaur". I took some mpegs that I'll try to share on this site (we'll see how it goes) If I can't share the mpegs, I'll at least share a picture or too. This was her last recital for a bit, since she starts Kindergarten this fall. I'm trying to adjust and so is she. She's already said, "I'll be scared to be with all the new kids". Oh, my heart just broke. I'll be helping her with making the transition this summer. She's very social, but also very sensitive. My sweet little babe.

Just Enough to Feel a Bit of Discomfort

I made my first appointment with my doctor, yesterday. It's for June 6th at 1:30pm. When I gave the admin my period date, she told me I was seven weeks along, not five. Wow! I guess that puts me due in early January, I guess...a Capricorn. I am praying that I have a better experience with this doctor than my last one. The latter always seemed so busy, like she just didn't have enough time for me. In fact, she scared me a little. By the birth, my mother was ready to pounce on her (my water broke and the doctor didn't appear until ten hours later. She was pissed).

I can't sleep on my stomach anymore (my favorite position). I tried last night and it felt like I was laying on a water balloon. Not a nice feeling at all. My side and back are okay, but I know it won't be long until I'll need my body and accessory pillows again. My husband quickly learned how to sleep in a very restricted space on our bed (about four inches worth of space). Poor guy; however, he never complained and always accommodated my changing body. I can already tell he's getting excited.

Sitting for long periods of time have never been great, but now it's even more noticeable. I've changed my chair to tilt me back a bit more. I'm sure it will be time for work chair and car chair pillows soon. It's amazing how all this stuff comes back. The things you did, how you did them and why. What you ate and what you couldn't eat because the smell drove you to hurls (I haven't started that yet, thankfully, but I am getting sensitive to smells). I've always been a blood-hound, so pregnancy really intensifies it for me. Stearing clear of all KFCs, thank you.

I read in my book that the baby (around 7 weeks old) looks less like a tadpole and more like a little human. She/He has hands and feet, all her/his toes and a huge liver. No bones yet, but the liver will help develop the"stuff" that will make the bones. Even the second time, it's all very fascinating. I guess I'm getting excited too.

Thinking on Time

I have another blog that is primarily about weight loss, but with all the new things happening to me, I've decided to put it on hold for a bit and blog on this one. So, here begins my first post on my new blog.

Saturday, I whipped out an old pregnancy to confirm suspicions. Indeed, the test revealed a positive. This will be my second child and although unplanned, we are not disappointed. Both my husband and I feel that children are gifts from God. We have an active sex-life, we avoided protection and so, here we are. There's no complaining or grief only the fact that we did what millions of other people have done before us: conceived a child. From general calculations from my favorite baby site, BabyCenter, we have determined that our next little one will be here sometime in January. This blog will chronicle our new dawn, our new day, and our new life (taken from the song originally sung by Nina Simone, now being covered by Michael Buble).

I have been married seven years to a wonderful man I call my best friend. We met in college, tried to hook up and succeeded in sabotaging the whole thing. (Okay, I sabotaged it. I was a stupid freshman, what can I say). Anyway, a few years later we tried again and here we are. Like any married couple, we have our ups and downs (anyone who tells you marriage is easy is lying and you shouldn't believe anything he/she says) but, we are generally happy and love each other no matter what.

We had our first child in 2000 (also, unplanned) during our second year of marriage. It was really difficult because we had very little money and lived in a tiny apartment. We survived, saved a lot, planned a lot and moved into our first home during the summer of 2001. Home ownership has been nice as well but, it also comes with it's share of worries and frustrations too.

I'm not expert on being a parent. I do the best that I can everyday and try to take
criticism positively (that's tough for me). I listen to seasoned parents, read a lot and pray a lot. I hope that I will be able to take the knowledge I have learned from my first child and rear the second one with more ease or at least with more of an understanding of what to do. I have to say that with many of the mistakes I made, on the flip side, I made a lot of great decisions that I'll use again.

This all still seems a bit weird. The sensations, the idea of it all. My husband is already starting to have sympath symptons and we just found out Saturday! I'm having cravings and my nausea is starting to rear it's ugly head (fun, fun). I'll be calling my primary practitioner today to ask for a Obgyn referral (I wasn't happy with my last one). I will also ask the opinion of my daughter's pediatrician, of whom I hold in very high regard. As I progress in this adventure I will keep this blog as up-to-date as I can.