Confessions of a Pregnant Woman

Yesterday on my way to work, I saw a picture of a breakfast burrito on a restaraunt window and HAD to have one even though I'd just eaten breakfast. I bought one and almost crashed because I was eating and driving, and eating was much more important to me than driving.

Every evening at around 8:30, I eat Eggo waffles with butter and syrup and a cold glass of milk.

The thought of cupcakes makes me gag.

I was determined to fit into my skinny jeans one last time today. I have been in pain all day and I think my jeans are probably in pain too, but at least they are staying buttoned and I look skinny.

Noah asked me how the baby comes out...I lied and told him that they cut my tummy open to get the baby out (it is a possibility, not really a lie), he was traumatized...but I think that was less traumatizing than the other option...Any suggestions for appropriate answers for my 3 year old?

In a Funk

Pregnancy is a miracle and it is a gift. I need to remind myself of that multiple times a day. Why? Well, because I feel like I am living in this cloud of nausea. From the moment I wake up until the moment I go to sleep, my stomach feels as though at any moment it will rid itself of its contents. In the midst of this cloud, I must complete my daily tasks of caring for two toddlers, being a wife, and having a job. It is all so daunting and all I want to do is sleep. I know that this is only for a season, but it seems never ending.

Bleh...

Goodbye Hello

I'm saying goodbye to skinny jeans and hello to sweats

I'm saying goodbye to clear skin and hello to teenage pimple face

I'm saying goodbye to a good night's sleep and hello to peeing at 12, 2 , and 4 in the morning

I'm saying goodbye to feeling great and hello to nausea, vomiting, water retention, and fatigue

I'm saying goodbye to life as I know it and hello to another one of these:

Now that you are over the shock, I will answer your questions...

No, it was not planned (none of my 5 pregnancies were planned, you can just call us irresponsible)!

I have no idea how we are going to fit 3 kids in a 2 bedroom 1,100 square foot home. We are counting on God to do a miracle.

Yes, we are excited. Ricky was excited from the moment we found out, I needed a little time to process.

Noah and Maia are ecstatic!

I am hoping for a boy because I think another girl will send me to the looney bin!

Yes, I am planning to keep doing the Shred until I physically can't do it anymore.

I am about 6 1/2 weeks along and guessing that this will be an April baby.

It's Been Awhile

Hi, yup I'm still here. Just been a bit preoccupied lately. I will share more on that at a later date, but for now, let me just catch you up on the life of this working mom who is trying to keep her sanity while raising two toddlers.

Last week, I had a moment where I thought I seriously was on the verge of insanity. I almost ran out of my house screaming. I felt as though I could not take another second of the chaos. Maia was sick and clingy which means I carried her around 24 hours a day for about 5 days straight. I had not been getting good sleep because she was up most of the night. And, Noah had chosen those days to pick up his incessant whining habits again. On day 6, I was supposed to go to work, but I could not get a babysitter. The insanity was creeping in. I needed a break, badly. But, no break was to be found. So, I spent the day in chaos mode. I could not seem to get control of any situation, and I found myself counting down the minutes to nap time. The day was a whirl wind of loud tantrums and crying with a steady background of whining. It was enough to make even the coolest, calmest, most collected person crazy. I thought for sure, Ricky would come home to a wife with a twitch, rocking in the corner, and talking to herself.

However, by God's grace, I maintained my sanity and bolted out the door for some "alone time" as soon as Ricky walked through the door!

My conclusion to the situation is one that I am sure many people will have strong opinions about. But, I am going to say it anyways: Some people were just not cut out to be stay-at-home moms. I am one of those people. I am so thankful for the way God has blessed me to be able to be home with my kids 3 1/2 days a week and at work the other half of the week. It is a perfect balance for my sanity and I love it! There, I said it.