I hate being pregnant in the summer
Right now life is just kind of...going.
I haven't been online much because I have been hiding from the heat. We don't have central air and only have a window unit set up in the bedroom. It has been way too hot to stay up at night and screw around on my laptop like I normally do. So I've just been going straight to bed every night. Tonight is an exception because I'm feeling kind of sick to my stomach, and I think it's probably dehydration. So I'm sitting up drinking some ice water and hoping that it helps. I have to eat a snack before I can go to bed (blood sugar is a pain in the ass that way) and can't quite get myself to eat anything the way I feel right now. So...hoping the water and a bit of relaxing gets me to the point where I can eat a piece of toast with peanut butter or something and then retreat back into the cool bedroom.
The blood sugar thing is going well. Though I had a few days where it went wacky that had me convinced I was going to end up on medication. Seems to have normalized a bit now. Maybe I was fighting off a cold or something I didn't know I had. Only a few more weeks of it getting worse, then I should be good to go until delivery.
I'm beginning to enter the beached whale phase of pregnancy. Turning over in bed is painful. My hips are killing me by morning. I pee constantly. I'm hot all the time. I'm getting round ligament pain and STILL the constant braxton hicks (which my doctor says are "totally normal"...even the insane amount of them I'm getting). Ugh. I am large, and cranky, and really wishing I could just take it easy, but that is not an option with crazy toddler and all the exercise I have to regularly do to keep my blood sugar levels nice and stable.
On the bright side, I apparently look better than I feel. It's hard to gain weight on a carb restricted diet. Add in the exercise, and during pregnancy I grow a big bump but don't really change anywhere else. I keep getting comments to the effect of, "Wow. You're all belly!" And today the pediatric dentist told me, "You look great! Really healthy."
Speaking of the pediatric dentist...I had to take Evan in for a cleaning. Up until now, he's had to be in my lap for his cleanings and has cried. Though during his last check up he only cried a little at the end. This time, he got in the chair, laid down, and let them clean his teeth without any fuss at all. Held my hand and sat there with the little glasses they put on him with his mouth open and just...OMG. He looked like such a little man. Almost made me cry.
He's growing up very quickly all of the sudden. We bought a potty ring for the toilet, so he's going in the "big boy potty" sometimes now. He's only napping a couple of times per week. He learned how to snap his fingers and blow bubbles in the bathtub. And he has started imitating me -- mommying some of his toys. He'll take a stuffed animal and put it to bed. Or he'll all of the sudden tell me one of his toys is sad, and then picks it up, hugs it, gives it a kiss, and soothes it. He'll be a good big brother. Such a sweetie when he wants to be.
We have a name for baby #2 but haven't told anyone what we've picked.
Am trying to get the house ready, seeing as I now have less than two months. Requires a lot of moving of furniture. Damn move really threw a wrench into everything. We just finally got the last of the stuff up into the attic that needed to go into storage. Hopefully this weekend we'll get the guest bedroom in order so we can get started moving Evan into his own room and getting the crib and everything set up for new baby.
Not much else going on other than that. Have been so consumed with baby stuff, and doctor stuff, and mommy stuff that I haven't had time to do much else.
And my stomach is feeling marginally better. So I think now I'm going to try to eat so that I can go to bed. Gotta sleep while I still can....
I haven't been online much because I have been hiding from the heat. We don't have central air and only have a window unit set up in the bedroom. It has been way too hot to stay up at night and screw around on my laptop like I normally do. So I've just been going straight to bed every night. Tonight is an exception because I'm feeling kind of sick to my stomach, and I think it's probably dehydration. So I'm sitting up drinking some ice water and hoping that it helps. I have to eat a snack before I can go to bed (blood sugar is a pain in the ass that way) and can't quite get myself to eat anything the way I feel right now. So...hoping the water and a bit of relaxing gets me to the point where I can eat a piece of toast with peanut butter or something and then retreat back into the cool bedroom.
The blood sugar thing is going well. Though I had a few days where it went wacky that had me convinced I was going to end up on medication. Seems to have normalized a bit now. Maybe I was fighting off a cold or something I didn't know I had. Only a few more weeks of it getting worse, then I should be good to go until delivery.
I'm beginning to enter the beached whale phase of pregnancy. Turning over in bed is painful. My hips are killing me by morning. I pee constantly. I'm hot all the time. I'm getting round ligament pain and STILL the constant braxton hicks (which my doctor says are "totally normal"...even the insane amount of them I'm getting). Ugh. I am large, and cranky, and really wishing I could just take it easy, but that is not an option with crazy toddler and all the exercise I have to regularly do to keep my blood sugar levels nice and stable.
On the bright side, I apparently look better than I feel. It's hard to gain weight on a carb restricted diet. Add in the exercise, and during pregnancy I grow a big bump but don't really change anywhere else. I keep getting comments to the effect of, "Wow. You're all belly!" And today the pediatric dentist told me, "You look great! Really healthy."
Speaking of the pediatric dentist...I had to take Evan in for a cleaning. Up until now, he's had to be in my lap for his cleanings and has cried. Though during his last check up he only cried a little at the end. This time, he got in the chair, laid down, and let them clean his teeth without any fuss at all. Held my hand and sat there with the little glasses they put on him with his mouth open and just...OMG. He looked like such a little man. Almost made me cry.
He's growing up very quickly all of the sudden. We bought a potty ring for the toilet, so he's going in the "big boy potty" sometimes now. He's only napping a couple of times per week. He learned how to snap his fingers and blow bubbles in the bathtub. And he has started imitating me -- mommying some of his toys. He'll take a stuffed animal and put it to bed. Or he'll all of the sudden tell me one of his toys is sad, and then picks it up, hugs it, gives it a kiss, and soothes it. He'll be a good big brother. Such a sweetie when he wants to be.
We have a name for baby #2 but haven't told anyone what we've picked.
Am trying to get the house ready, seeing as I now have less than two months. Requires a lot of moving of furniture. Damn move really threw a wrench into everything. We just finally got the last of the stuff up into the attic that needed to go into storage. Hopefully this weekend we'll get the guest bedroom in order so we can get started moving Evan into his own room and getting the crib and everything set up for new baby.
Not much else going on other than that. Have been so consumed with baby stuff, and doctor stuff, and mommy stuff that I haven't had time to do much else.
And my stomach is feeling marginally better. So I think now I'm going to try to eat so that I can go to bed. Gotta sleep while I still can....