Premonitions
Just like last time around, I am going absolutely positively NUTS waiting to find out the sex of this baby.
I have a lot of respect for parents who don’t find out what they’re having. I’m pretty sure waiting 40 weeks would kill me. It almost killed me last time to wait 22 weeks, and this time I only have to wait 20 because I begged the 3D ultrasound clinic to take me on the earliest possible day. Only 20 weeks, and it’s still been killing me.
Yes, I am quite possibly the most impatient person on the planet. But I am awfully patient when the toddler wants to do something super boring, like point to every single item in the room and say “Whaddis?” a million times.
Remember last time, how I was so so so SO convinced we were having a girl? And then SURPRISE, it’s a boy! And I was all shock-of-the-century (and a few terrified tears)?
Well! This time? I’m convinced we’re having a boy.
- I’ve had several dreams of boy babies
- Darling Husband keeps saying “him” and “he” (not “the baby”)
- Other than initially feeling a little sicker than I did with my first pregnancy, I’ve felt pretty similar
I am pretty sure we’re having a boy. Part of me thinks I might be psychologically doing this to myself, to avoid the tears of last time. Sort of like, if I’m sure it’s a boy, and then it turns out to be a girl, then it would just be a pleasant surprise, yadda yadda. Oh, the human brain is a tricky beast.
I do still want a girl, at some point — I admit it. BUT! I am also excited about the possibilty of a boy. I like the idea of having a little brother for the toddler — two little guys who will play together and wrestle and be all puppy-doggish and cute together.
In conclusion … I suck at waiting, and I’m putting $100 on blue.
Let’s just invent 3D ultrasound clinics in Canada that will tell you at the 12-week mark and FIND OUT ALREADY!
Weekly re-cap of pregnancy #2: Week 18
Week 18
(Nov. 26 to Dec. 2)
Symptoms: Shortness of breath/tight throat sort of feelings.
Body changes: People keep telling me I “really” look pregnant. I feel like I have for, like, 14 weeks, so … yeah. Looking really pregnant.
Baby movement: Definitely feel “movement” feelings, but have yet to feel any “kicky-point” feelings.
Cravings: Spinach artichoke cheese dip from M&M Meat Shops. I *may* have insisted we drive there the other evening, bought some, made it, and then eaten it all (with a mini-baguette). But, in my defense, Darling Husband was supposed to share it, and did not. Possibly because he didn’t want to lose a hand.
Aversions: Taco meat. Ew.
High point: Getting to work in my new (PINK!) home office for two long stretches in a single day (a.k.a. the day Darling Husband was off from both jobs), and feeling super-productive. I am more than just a dish-washer and a laundry-doer! I am all professional-ish and stuff! Yeah!
Low point: Some set-backs in the freelance department. Being your own boss is kind of the pits sometimes, because you always feel like OMG-what-if-there-is-not-enough-work?!?! Having a steady paycheque is a distant memory, but I believe it felt very reassuring, if I remember correctly.
How does this week compare to Week 18 during pregnancy #1? I had the same paranoia about not feeling the baby move “enough.” I suspect that doesn’t go away, right?
Weekly re-cap of pregnancy #2: Week 17
Week 17
(Nov. 19 to Nov. 25)
Symptoms: Headaches! Ow! Hate!
Body changes: Probably frown lines as a result of the HEADACHES.
Baby movement: Still feeling movements, but they just aren’t as forceful as I remember from last time, so they seem … puny.
Cravings: Nah.
Aversions: No, but the compost-y bin we started using is really grossing me out. It kind of makes me want to never compost again. Like before. But I want to impress my new neighbhours, you see. And it is apparently like the law here.
High point: A crafting date with three great friends, where I successfully completed TWO shadowboxes in less than two hours. I forgot how nice it was to craft!
Low point: Having to cancel the toddler’s doctor’s appointment because of a huge-ass snowstorm. I am tired of his blocked tear duct that our doctor kept telling us to ignore. Having to miss the appointment just made me even MORE determined to NOT IGNORE, roarrrr.
How does this week compare to Week 17 during pregnancy #1? I definitely seemed to feel the baby move more last time. I must make a point to drink OJ and lie on my side every once in a while.
Because I can’t trust myself to write this anywhere else (like a baby book)
Words the toddler can SAY (at just shy of 18 months):
- Dadada
- Mumma (rarely)
- Go
- Whassat? (“What’s that?”)
- Uh-oh
- Good
Number of words he is supposed to be saying: 20!!!
But! Here are the words the toddler can SIGN:
- More
- All done
- Please
- Thank you
- Food
- Milk
- Water
- Cheese
- Banana (forgot it until he signed it this morning)*
- Cereal
- Ice Cream
- Cookie
- Cracker
- Chicken*
- Change (diaper)
- Potty (how I did forget such an important one?)*
- Dog
- Horse
- Daddy
- Grandpa
- Mommy
- Go
- Good-bye*
- Car
- Play
- Bath
- Wash hands*
- Bed
- Light*
- Clothes
- Surprise*
Um, I hope signs count as words at his 18-month visit. Otherwise … oy.
*Edits made hours after posting this, because my foggy pregnancy brain/mommy brain can’t be held accountable for remembering all of these milestones. And also zzzzzz.
Weekly re-cap of pregnancy #2: Week 16
Week 16
(Nov. 12 to Nov. 18)
Symptoms: Heartburn, but not enough that I actually remember to take the pill most of the time. But it’s coming. I’m certain more is coming.
Body changes: I do appreciate that my boobs are bigger. Thanks, God. Love, Margaret.
Baby movement: Still pretty faint most of the time, which — of course — makes me paranoid.
Cravings: Cake. I made an incredible one (well, two) for Darling Husband’s 30th birthday this week, and it was spectacular.
Aversions: Nope.
High point: Going to a good friend’s baby shower and feeling like a MOTHERING GENIUS because I won the game — which was a think-of-a-baby-related-item-that-starts-with-this-letter Scattegories kind of game. And I kind of ROCKED Scattergories back when people played it. Miss that game. Anyway.
Low point: Practically killing myself getting the house ready to host Darling Husband’s birthday party, which involved a buttload of people I wanted the house to look nice for. So. Very. Tiring.
How does this week compare to Week 16 during pregnancy #1? I seemed to feel a lot more “pregnant” that time around, didn’t I? Hmmm. Again, no idea if I’m just “different” this time around, or if I’m feeling symptoms less because I don’t have hours to sit and ponder my precious feelings and write about them as soon as they pop into my precious head. (I am kind of jealous of my previous self at the moment — what with all the FREE TIME she had and everything. Bitch.)
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