There is no justice in the world
The toddler started saying “Dada” months and months ago. Don’t ask me how long exactly, as the scrapbooks are still packed.
He only started consistently saying “Mama” about a month ago — at 16 months.
And GET THIS: he ONLY says it when he’s pissed off and/or super cranky.
Never a happy little “Mama!” to accompany his happy little “Dada”s.
Nope, only …
“MaaaaMAAAAAAA!”
“MaaaMaaaMaaaaaaah!”
To make matters even more unfair, he only signs “Daddy.” Not “Mommy.”
A recent example:
ME (while tucking him into his crib at bedtime): Sweet dreams, baby. I love you more than anything.
TODDLER: *blinks up at me* *signs “Daddy”*
Crawling out from under the moving boxes
Hello lovelies!
Sorry for being MIA. I hope you enjoyed the string of previously-written-but-couldn’t-post early-pregnancy posts. They ran out last week, and Blogger is a bad bloggy babysitter who apparently DOESN’T reach out of the interwebs and kick my butt to remind me to post. Who knew? But this is me, live-posting. Live!
I haven’t touched a computer — except to work, so … yeah, I have been on them … but I’ve had to FOCUS on WORK, you know? — in the two weeks we’ve been in the new house.
I am basically like this, all the time:
Except, you know:
- Not blonde
- Not skinny
- Not wearing a kerchief
- Kind of out-of-breath from chasing a toddler
- Not SITTING on the boxes because OMG SO MUCH TO DO!
We’ve been in the new house for just over two weeks, and we are — in the immortal words of Stacey McGill — in luv. The house is amazing. The neighbourhood is amazing. It all feels too beautiful and awesome to be real, and we are so happy.
I promised myself — and everyone else — that I wouldn’t go all crazy with unpacking/organizing/decorating, but I LIED OK? SORRY. This is me, going crazy with unpacking/organizing/decorating. It’s what I do. And doing all of this while preggo? Doubly-crazy.
Promise to keep you updated more regularly on the house, pregnancy, life with the precocious toddler-o-rama, etc. Things are anything but boring these days.
Send toddler-sized restraints.
And candy apples.
And 10,000,000 tupperware organize-y boxes in various sizes. Thanks.
Never take a pregnant chick grocery shopping
Just found a grocery trip from when I was not quite six weeks pregnant. I vaguely remember insisting I tag along — Darling Husband always does our grocery shopping, for good reason — and throwing lots of stuff into the cart.
Lots. Of. Stuff.
The receipt includes the following healthy items …
- Skim milk
- Whole milk
- Orange juice
- Yogurt
- Cheese
- Bananas
- Tomatoes
- Canned soup
… as well as the following not-so-healthy impulse items …
- Sparking lemonade
- Pink lemonade
- Cinnamon Toast Crunch
- Pizza kit
- Pop-Tarts
- Poundcake
- Peanut M&Ms
- Reeces Pieces
- Chocolate bar
- Chocolate bar
- Tic-tacs
- White bread
- Baguette
- Chips
- Chips
- Doritos
I should never be allowed in a grocery store while gestating. Seriously, they should put a sign on the door. It’s for our own good.
- No shirts
- No shoes
- No preggos
Weekly re-cap of pregnancy #2: Week 11
Week 11
(Oct. 8 to Oct. 14)
Symptoms: This. But the nausea is gone!
Body changes: Coming to terms with the fact that I’m practically a continent. HOPING and PRAYING that although I looked pregnant almost immediately, I will end up gaining the same (or less) as I did the first time. Chasing the toddler must burn a zillion calories, surely. Right?
Cravings: Chicken McNuggets. Cheerios and milk. Honeycrisp apples.
Aversions: Still iffy about meat, but not as grossed out. Opening the dishwasher to see/smell dirty cat dishes still makes me want to hurl, though.
High point: Finalizing the house details, and looking forward to moving in! I keep looking at the photos and dreaming of furniture placements, but am having trouble properly remembering all of our furniture — haven’t seen it since the middle of July.
Low point: Working a TON before the big move, and feeling exhausted from it.
How does this week compare to Week 11 during pregnancy #1? Pretty similar. My nausea went away at the same point.
Weekly re-cap of pregnancy #2: Week 10
Week 10
(Oct. 1 to Oct. 7)
Symptoms: Oh yeah — that again. Joy. Nausea is easing up, though! I am actually starting to resume somewhat normal eating habits.
Body changes: Hi, I’m ginormous.
Cravings: Oreos and milk. Pancakes.
Aversions: I can eat chicken again! Woohoo!
High point: A successful house inspection, and finally (FINALLY) getting the word that the house deal is official. We have a house! WE HAVE A HOUSE!
Low point: Feeling like I do nothing but work and take care of the toddler and sleep. No fun. No me-time.
How does this week compare to Week 10 during pregnancy #1? My boobs haven’t been sore this time around, but apparently I complained about that a lot last time. Have they been totally desensitized from 13 months of breastfeeding? Do they just not hurt this time around? Or was I just a bit of a princess back then? Who knows?
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