Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Horsey says 'Nay'

Tomorrow I will be 16 weeks pregnant, well into my second trimester, a time period which has oft been referred to as the 'honeymoon' of pregnancy since you are past the nausea of the first trimester but not to the bloated, weight-laden third trimester yet.

Well, somebody forgot to send me the memo.

Quick disclaimer: it seems that a disproportionately large number of my friends are struggling with infertility issues right now, and yet here I am about to complain about my perfectly healthy second child who occasionally causes me to throw up. Please don't let my words sound like complaints to you, friends. I hope it sounds like a funny story that you can laugh at now and then remember later and laugh about again when you're going through it yourself .  Moving on...

So this morning, like many other mornings during this pregnancy, I woke up feeling awful but managed to feed Carter breakfast and get him ready for preschool before attempting to get myself ready for work.

Just as I finished putting my hair back into a clip (the professional woman's ponytail, you know) I felt that feeling that sends you bowing before the porcelain throne. Carter must have felt it, too, because while I was still *ahem* busy he came over to check on me. How sweet, I thought, between violent dry heaves. But that thought was short-lived as I soon felt Carter's tiny hands on my back, following by his own guttural noises as he hoisted his whole body onto my back. He giggled since the sensation for him was much like when he and daddy play 'horsey.'  I did not.

You really haven't thrown up until you've thrown up with a toddler on your back. This horsey says 'Nay."

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Cheek to cheek

Jeffrey left early this morning for his 21st day in a row of work. (Go ahead and wrap your mind around that one!). Before he left he brought Carter into the room with me and dumped him in the bed to 'snuggle mama.' Unfortunately our snuggle time consisted more of the usual toddler fare of head-butting me, licking me, crying to be let off the bed immediately followed by crying to be let on the bed, and a much too loud impromptu concert provided by my keyboard, which his chubby hands managed not only to turn on, but also to rock a loud Caribbean drum beat. Good morning, mommy!

As you probably guessed, within about 10 minutes I was desperately wishing my boy would go back to sleep, just for a few minutes, especially since today is a Sunday, the most schedule-ruining day for a toddler (and thus, the most likely to end in tantrums). So I pulled out my best trick (iPhone) and started letting Carter watch the short videos of himself on there. It worked like a charm. Except for one thing: apparently he decided that the optimal viewing angle would be to snuggle his face right on my face and fall asleep. Like so.

So now I can't go to sleep because I have to keep my chin elevated lest I want the drool that is on the verge of dropping out of his slack, sleeping mouth all over my face. But the baby is sleeping, and we are getting in a few snuggles, oddly placed as they may be.

And that is really all that matters.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014


Time for a little blog "ketchup" to recap what's been going on since I last wrote.

Speaking of ketchup--guess what Carter's favorite condiment is? You guessed it--red, staining, sticky-when-dried ketchup. But you know what? He also has developed a serious bout of pickiness, but if I give him some ketchup to dip his fish sticks/fingers/peanut butter sandwiches in, down the hatch it goes. So if you hear me at a restaurant ordering applesauce with a side of ketchup, well...avert your eyes, I guess. One man's condiment is another toddler's main dish.

Speaking of toddlers, we're going to have another one (in a few years, that is). I'm pregnant with another baby boy due in September. Sound familiar? Yes, I've said that exact thing before. It appears we are not very creative when it comes to baby-having. However, we are very excited about our next little September boy. He doesn't have a name yet, but we'll get to that as soon as I start spending less time dealing with morning sickness that lasts all day. That's been a full time job this time around!

Tomorrow I turn 28 years old. To celebrate, I'm going to go to work, haha. Honestly, though, I think this is going to be one of my happiest birthdays yet. I feel so blessed to have all that I do. I have a wonderful husband who works very hard every day but worked an extra shift to buy me a necklace from Tiffany this year. I have a sweet boy who calls me mama in a precious voice that melts my heart. I have another boy on the way who will undoubtedly steal my heart just like his big brother. I have a job that let's me practice what I love and still have ample time to dote on my boys. I have a solid church family who supports me weekly and any hard days in between. I have a God who gives me a deep peace and joy that cannot be unsettled by things of this world. I really think I might have it all, and I'm so grateful that I don't even mind getting a year closer to 30...

Almost. :)