Saturday, October 30, 2010

Fail after Fail

I bought Halloween candy a week and a half ago, thinking I would avoid any candy-eating binges by getting stuff I don't like. Turns out Segundo has HIDEOUS taste in candy, and crap like Laffy Taffy is totally irresistable. Sooo, yeah. I just ate my weight in gross plastic candy. And now? Segundo is sugared up and ready to GO GO GO GOOOOOO!!

And if it's not candy, it's vermin. We had a mouse in our bedroom last night and we have some kind of unknown but surely disgusting varmint living in our attic. I just might have to scratch all my skin off and start sleeping in the bathtub if we don't reduce the number of uninvited, disgusting creatures living in this crapshack.

The mouse is particularly upsetting, because we never had mice in the bedroom (that made themselves known, anyway) unless they were brought there by Falafel. The cat lives in the basement now, so he sure didn't bring the dirty little motherfucker (DLM) into my room last night at 1:45 to rattle a milk bone against Sam's crate. In case you're wondering where Sam the Wonder Dog was in all of this, he was sleeping on his bed downstairs. I bribed him with ANOTHER bone to run up and get in his crate, knowing he would soundly ignore the mouse, but also knowing he would at least scare the DLM into leaving.

Here's hoping there are no mice in our room tonight and the critter in the attic is quiet tonight. Didn't the Exorcist start with creepy noises in the attic? GREAT. Now not only do I have to worry about getting the bubonic plague in my sleep, I also have to worry about being possessed by Pazuzu. Get this shit OUT OF MY HOUSE!

The power of Orkin compels you!!!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Hubris

I made it all the way to seven weeks with Segundo without feeling sick. We went for the ultrasound, I saw the tiny flickering heartbeat, and I thought, ok...I AM actually pregnant. But I'm not sick! SCORE! And God smote me with seven weeks of nausea, dry mouth, and an indescribably funky taste in the back of my mouth.

OK. Fine. It was foolish of me to expect otherwise. I can take it.

So as the pregnancy has progressed, I've noticed the absence of some other really unpleasant symptoms, too, as I've mentioned. And honestly, of all the symptoms I had with Grace, the absolute worst was the insomnia. I would lie awake for hours every night, for absolutely no reason except that I just could not fall asleep. This time around, I thought, thank GOD I dodged that bullet, I don't know how I would do it without the ability to sleep until 8, nap, whatever.

So. You DO know I was awake last night from 3:15-4:30, right? Staring at the ceiling? Tossing and turning, counting sheep, getting up to the bathroom, you name it.

Fantastic.

I'll be expecting that "no body hair growth" to start up ANY DAY NOW, universe.

(oh, and also: Segundo was going bananas the whole time, kicking and flipping and tossing and turning. Really, kid? REALLY? You've got twenty weeks to cut that shit out. No following in your sister's footsteps on that one. Unacceptable.)

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Comparison

Twenty weeks with Grace:
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Twenty weeks with Segundo:
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I don't how I missed it until it was pointed out to me, but wow, Segundo is waaay higher. I wonder if it explains the lack of round ligament pain and the fact that, now that the nausea is gone, I feel a thousand times better than I did at this point with Grace.

Anyway. I thought it was interesting.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

More From Captain Obvious

In addition to my recent revelations about pregnancy, I had another Supreme Epiphany this week: when I run consistently? I feel better! if I am in a bad mood and I go for a run? I feel better! It's the funniest thing...

In my defense, I was not always a runner. I didn't start running until, gosh, about seven years ago? And before that, I told everyone who would listen that I only ran if I was being chased. Then one day I decided enough was enough and I needed to start taking care of myself. It took a reeeally long time for it to feel good. In the beginning I was more addicted to the progress. I am not REMOTELY athletic, so running a whole mile without stopping was an accomplishment I worked up to- I can't remember how long it took, but I used to say in my head "Run to that bush. Run to that sidewalk." etc etc, just to keep myself from walking. Then one mile became three. Five was a huge milestone for me- for whatever reason, I felt like running five miles meant I was a runner. And eventually, I started feeling better, and that led to feeling BETTER when I ran than when I didn't.

I'm not sure when I first realized that a good run could ruin a bad day- whether I felt physically rotten, mentally exhausted, or just totally fed up with the world, but it finally dawned on me that it was just as good for my soul as it was for my body. But? I still keep forgetting! And I'll get in these ruts, where I'm not running enough, and I can't figure out why I'm in such a funk.

This past week, I had a reeeally obnoxious day at work. I left totally fed up and pissed off. I saw tons of people out running on my way home and thought, yes. I need to do THAT. And three miles later, I felt like a new person. I was still annoyed about work, but it didn't bother me as much, and all the physical signs of agitation were completely gone. Today, I was totally exhausted, frustrated that Gracie took a rotten nap, and just could not get over myself. And I thought about cancelling my plans for a run with one of my favorite mamas, but I didn't want to bail. And I am SO glad I went, because again, by the time we were halfway into it, I didn't even remember I'd felt bad when I started.

You know how obnoxious ex-smokers can be, once they realize how it feels to breathe fresh air, walk up the stairs without coughing, and have money in their purse instead of a pack of cigarettes? And they preach to every smoker they know about how quitting smoking will change their lives? And it's totally annoying to people who don't want to hear it? I get that. I get it because I wish I had listened sooner. I wish I had started ten years earlier. I would be faster and have better endurance and I probably would've run more than one marathon, and I wouldn't have wasted all that time sitting around like a lump and feeling crappy.

You don't have to believe me. But if you believe someone else five years from now, I promise I won't say I told you so.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Newsflash!

So, wow. It turns out? Every pregnancy is different! Who knew?!?!

I know people like to ascribe gender differences to the differences between pregnancies, but I don't really buy that. First of all, because the people I know who've had babies of all the same gender swear each time, THIS is the girl/boy. THIS is so different! I know a mom of four boys and a mom of six boys who both swore up and down they were finally having their girl. And obviously they did not. Also because you just don't have enough circulating hormones from the little turds to actually cause those symptoms. For example, I hardly ever had to shave my legs (or armpits, but that sounds gross...) when I was pregnant with Grace. I like to say it was because she was a girl, but come on, it wasn't! (also: I would like that pregnancy symptom back kthxbye.)

The nausea was the biggest difference this time around. So far, anyway. With Grace, I started feeling bad literally the day after I had a positive pregnancy test. On the plus side, it passed by 11 or 12 weeks. With Segundo, I did not feel sick until I was seven weeks pregnant. I thought I might even avoid it this time! HA! At seven weeks, I got hit by the Nausea TRUCK. And that crap stuck around until about 15 or 16 weeks, complete with dry mouth (but water made me feel sick!) and the most godawful taste in the back of my throat.

On the plus side, I had wicked insomnia with Grace, which is decidedly NOT a problem this time around. I sleep like the dead. Heck, I NAP like the dead. I was hoping that need would pass with the first trimester, and it has, to a degree, but just yesterday I passed out in my own drool for an hour. I also had a lot more aches and pains and headaches with Grace than I'm having this time around, but the pregnancy is still young. Wait, no it's not, I'll be at the halfway point next monday. CRAZY, no? I think it's crazy.

I obviously felt Segundo moving around before I felt Grace move, which I think is always the way. It surprised me, because I felt Grace really early for a first-timer- about fifteen weeks? Segundo...I know y'all will think I'm crazy, but I felt very distinct kicks at 11 weeks. I know! But it was Segundo. It was not gas. Of this, I am certain. Kicks feel like...bones. Gas doesn't. This was bones. And now, s/he's moving and jabbing a lot more. Differently than Grace, who would have periods of total insanity, dancing and flipping and generally going nutsoid, and so far, Segundo does not do that. I get a flurry of jabs and kicks and they stop. THAT, I could see changing. I'm already noticing an uptick in activity, so my theory that maybe this is going to be my Zen baby appears to be flying out the window...

The big ultrasound is a week from today. Another difference from my last pregnancy: I'm getting a LOT more pressure to find out the gender! With Grace, people said one of two things when I said we were going to be surprised. Either, "ohhh, you're no fun!" or "cool! Being surprised is awesome!" This time? I'm getting a LOT of "Look, are you gonna find out or NOT?! Why won't you find oooouuuuttttt?!??!" And really, I *am* more tempted to find out this time than I was last time, but I keep going back to that moment in the delivery room, when she was lying on her belly, (screaming), we both thought she was a boy, and the doctor peeked under her legs and set us straight. And the moments that followed, when we got to call everyone and tell them they were all wrong, she was a girl, isn't it crazy?! And I'm not sure I'm willing to give that up, either. I think it's more that I'm just curious what it's like to know ahead of time...but I'm afraid I'll regret it, and it's not like it's something you can un-know!

If you follow the idea that gender differences explain pregnancy differences, then Segundo is a boy. And I have days when I think Segundo has GOT to be a boy. But then this little voice in my head says, ohhhh no she's noooot! So for the record: I actually do not know. I have hunches on one day and feel the complete opposite the next day. I guess that may change? But for now, your guess is as good as mine. (and I already know your guess is boy. that's everyone's guess. it was almost everyone's guess last time, too, juuust so ya know;)