Two Mommies and a Shmoo

We are 9 weeks pregnant today!
I am 9 weeks pregnant today. That’s so crazy.

I never in a million years thought I would be pregnant. I always loved kids, but I just never thought I was…hmmm….what’s the word…maternal enough to actually go through it.

Everything seems to be moving along as normal. I think it’s funny that I’m getting some feedback that this little Schmee or bean or whatever is a girl. I keep thinking that everything to this point is so similar to Lo’s pregnancy, that it must be a boy. I think Shmoo’s heart rate was about the same too.

Some people have a gut feeling or a dream or something. Nothing. I have no idea. I think we’re indifferent if we get a boy or a girl, so long as we have a healthy baby. A girl would be pretty fun since we already have our “boy” – who is all boy. But a boy would definitely be a lot cheaper and fun too!

Lo’s aunt told us around Christmas time that she had a dream we had a little girl with dark hair and blue eyes. We’ll see.

I had an interesting conversation with the OB the other day that reminded me (yet again) about how lucky I am. She was talking about going back to work after having her baby 6 weeks ago and handling an 18 month old. She was managing, but was commenting on how she had to tell her husband what to do.

It made me think about some of my straight friends who have several kids, worth full time jobs and have husbands that are….nice guys but are pretty much useless.

Lo is working full time right now and it’s tough. With my exhaustion and long hours, everything falls on her, including transporting the Shmoo to and from day care, cleaning, cooking, shopping, etc. She is so amazing but I’m sure she’s exhausted too.

We’re pretty much planning to have Lo quit working after baby #2 comes. It’s just not economical to spend $ on day care for two kids based on what she makes. Plus, since my job covers health insurance and everything, she doesn’t need to have a full time job.

I’m very lucky to have someone who works so hard for our family. I really don’t know what I would do if it wasn’t for her. I don’t know how she puts up with me.

As for any requests for belly shots…don’t hold your breath. It will be a little while. I started off this pregnancy 30 lbs heavier than I wanted to. I currently look about 5 months pregnant (which makes it easier to hide at work, lol).

When I told my mother about the butt pain (which still is in full force and effect), she went into this motherly thing about how I should try to lose weight during the pregnancy. I can healthily do Weight.Watchers or something with points to account for the pregnancy and eat right so I’m not a house by the 9th month and I’ll feel better and yadda yadda yadda.

I would love to lose a little weight so I’m not a complete house by November, but with this nausea and exhaustion right now, I’m eating what I can when I can and there is no way I’m getting my ass on the treadmill any time soon.

We’ll see how I feel in a few weeks.

Yep. Something is there.

I did look at the pictures again for the heart rate. It was 174 b/m.

FINALLY went to the ob today. There is definitely a baby in there. And there is only one.

Lo blurted out “THANK YOU GOD” when the doc announced there was only one baby. Remember: She’s been through twins before and she was much younger then

Not that I was expecting anything else, I have known from the heaving and nausea (and still present ass pain) that my body was definitely going through something.

I will try to scan a picture of the little bean while I mull over potential ideas for a moniker.

If we have a Shmoo, what would be a good nickname for a Shmoo sibling?

I am not complaining about how I feel. It is all worth it in the end. But I definitely have more sympathy for what Lo went through during her pregnancy with the Shmoo.

It’s hard to work 10-12 hour days, and I’ve definitely been cutting back on my hours a little bit. Last Friday was probably one of the roughest days I’ve had so far and I felt like a train wreck at work. I billed about 4 hours instead of my usual 8 or so.

I need to be able to perform at work and it’s so easy to lose focus lately. Between the energy suckage and nausea, being productive has become a little bit of a battle of will with me.

We got adventurous on Saturday and went out to Tar-jay in the morning. When we returned home, I parked myself on the couch and really never moved until bedtime. It was good to do nothing, I probably haven’t had a day like that since college. But it sucks when you are not doing it by choice, but because you just don’t have the energy to do anything else.

Lo was about at this point when we were in Southern California visiting family. I remember dragging her to an Angels/Dodgers game in about 100 degree heat. We went to the San.Diego Zoo on one of the hottest, most humid days ever in So.Cal. And I even got stuck in traffic on the 5 between LA and San Diego in the middle lane of 5 lanes when Lo had to puke and could do nothing but hand her a bag. I totally get it now.

I get the brushing your teeth gagging thing.

I get the eating what you can when you can thing.

I was so excited to have a fajita at home on Sunday night with my fresh salsa from Stew.Leonard’s, guacamole, sour cream, onions, peppers, the works. The second I took a bite….nope. No fajita tonight. I think I had a bowl of cheerios.

I get the “feel nauseous without throwing up” thing.

I get the total exhaustion for no reason thing.

And I know this is just the beginning.

I admit I am a little frustrated with myself because I wanted to start off this pregnancy about 20 lbs lighter. Well, I got lazy and comfortable and didn’t work hard enough. In the last 3 weeks, I’ve gained about 8 lbs probably just from the amount of bread products I’ve consumed.

I’m just trying to find my groove. I know I shouldn’t be eating a bagel (with nothing on it at all) every morning, but to be honest, it is working for me right now. I know I need to eat something about every hour. Currently, fruit is working okay for me. I keep grapes, cantaloupe, apples, pears and bananas in my office during the day. Crackers are okay, no-salt saltines and some Ritz crackers here and there.

The mornings are tough. I feel like I need to eat something before I even get out of bed. But putting saltines in a dry mouth right when you wake up is just aw.ful. ugh. Yesterday morning, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (with grape jelly – I hate grape jelly) at 7 am just to get me through for another hour or so.

I drink mostly water. I know room temperature is best, but I like it cold. I’ll have one red tea a day (caffeine free, of course).

I’ll probably hit Trader.Joe’s by the end of the week to pick up some Ezekiel bread and some other snacky goodness.

Okay, okay. Enough with the drama. It’s really not that bad. What am I complaining about?

On another note, things are good with the Shmoo. He is currently moving past his Elmo stage and is now in love with Cars and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Sometimes, he climbs on the couch and says “I watch Mickey” then says “peeese” while signing “please”. How can you say no to that?

Last night, his BFF was over and Lo and I let them hang out in Shmoo’s room by themselves. We stood in the hallway listening to them communicate.

K*n would say “I want to watch Blue’s Clues”

Shmoo would respond “Blue?”

Back and forth they went. K*n would direct the conversation and Shmoo would respond. They were actually having a conversation.

As for the Shmoo, he is rocking his bedtime lately (due to another night of Supernanny technique). He’s dying to be outside at every second and he’s starting to talk up a storm.

Here’s the boy with his Tar Heels hat on over the weekend. It’s a little small but he had to wear it. I keep trying to find the kid a UConn hat, but his head is bigger that the average toddler head.

Check out the bubble this kid is blowing!

We have been bad about the camera lately, but I promise to start taking more pictures again!

Hope all is well with my blog friends! And a very belated congrats to Sum and Merr! We are so happy for you guys!!!

My first OB appointment is in 14 days! I can’t wait.

Thanks for everyone who’s been checking in. I’m hanging in there.

Today was a rougher day. The tiredness and nausea can be a little tough at work some times. I’m just keeping a bagel and/or crackers by my side at all times.

Sometimes, I think it would be easier if I could just puke and then feel better rather than just nauseous. When Lo had morning sickness, she found that she could throw up on her own terms, then be fine. I’m not there yet. It’s just about eating carbs and trying to keep myself from falling asleep at my desk.

I had another busy month at work in March and my hours are looking pretty good. That’s great, considering the fact that I’ve been totally useless at work in the past 48 hours.

I won’t complain to Lo, because she had it even rougher and I know how much this is all worth it in the end. I just really hope the sickness part doesn’t get much worse.