Things pregnant women should be applauded for:
Walking up stairs
Rolling over in bed
Getting out of bed
Not peeing for over an hour
Tying their shoe laces
Keeping their cool
Getting out of the bath
Not flinching at rib kicks
Not peeing when sneezing
Not eating everything unhealthy they can get their hands on
Shaving their legs
Painting their toenails
Not crying at everything
There are more… Lots more
I can do about two of these things. So I get two claps. Everything else is a problem over here.
Giveaway time, Ladies and Gents.
The giveaway includes a Sophie the giraffe teether, and a Nose Frida! Both are super favorites in our house!
-the giveaway ends on March 10th (my birthday!)
-you do not need to be following me (sithmamaa) but please feel free to!
- one reblog and one like, per person.
- you must be ttc, expecting, or have children to win!
So the update first. We went to the Dr. today to do a checkup for Scarlett and everything is looking good. She is in the 36th percentile for weight. I have gained back to my pre pregnancy weight plus 2 1/2 lbs so we’re good. Not exactly where I should be yet but I’m getting there. We got to hear her little heartbeat today and hear her kicking the doppler.
So we left from the Dr.’s office and we realized we had to get Sophie a new carseat because her straps were maxed and cutting into her shoulders so we went to Target to get one and then we thought we would stop by the new Trader Joe’s because neither of us had been to one before. So Sophie was crying and whining for the whole car trip and by the time we put her in the basket at Trader Joe’s we were fried from listening to her whining and then she started wailing. She hates being put in carts but this was not like her and my brain broke and in my fuzzy headedness I walked too quickly or something and I slipped and fell on the floor. Not only did I fall but a bunch of people saw me fall and I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at anyone, not even the guy asking me if I was ok. I have no idea what his face looked like. Then after that, Sophie kept crying and then I started crying and I just wanted to leave but, while staring at the bagged salads with tears falling down my face, I got it together mentally and proceeded to shop. And then after we gave Sophie a phone so she could play a game and we got going with the grocery shopping I calmed down and she calmed down and we were all fine. Till about 25 minutes later when I started really aching from the fall. Initially I felt nothing but now I was waddling around like I was 9 months pregnant.
So we got in the car to head home and she cried and whined till I gave her my phone again. When we finally got home she took a few sips of her water and then puked all over herself and the floor and she just stood there, stunned, unable to reply or move. And then I realized, ‘Oh! She’s teeeeeeeething.’ So I put her in the bathtub and she did something she has never done before, she pooped in the tub. So I tell Justin and he offers to clean it up. I took that offer and it was such an ordeal. He was gagging and handling it like such a pro, trying to stay cheerful and telling Sophie it wasn’t her fault and I was just thinking how thankful I am to have this husband who is willing to do this. So she’s asleep now and I am eating Trader Joe’s oreos and feeling quite pleased that this day is almost over.
I got about 30 minutes of sleep before my brain woke me up. See, I have waking dreams where I “wake up” but am not fully awake so I see things that aren’t there. So I “woke up” to a creepy teddy bear staring at me. I jumped up and put my hand out to see if it was real and it disappeared. I have the ability to jump up, get out of bed, scream, what have you, all while seeing something very real which is not there. It usually only lasts a few seconds till I fully wake up. So that was terrifying and now I’m wide awake which means I’ll probably be up till 2 in the morning.
I’m not doing great today. I’ve been emotional all day pretty much since I woke up to now. Touchy, crying, a little angry and now I’m going to bed at seven thirty because I’m so exhausted and I feel like I’m having light cramping along with bad ligament pain. I thought I was supposed to be in the clear for feeling like this. I’m 22 weeks today. I’m just confused because I haven’t felt emotionally unstable for what seems like a month or more. What’s the deal?