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gender guessing

So are chicken nuggets part of a healthy pregnancy diet? Because if they’re wrong, I have no desire to be right. I have been inhaling Carter’s dino nuggets like my life depended on it. I don’t know if it’s as a result of swearing off McDonald’s nuggets forever and ever and ever, you know, like when you quit something it’s all you want? For normal people it’s pie and cake and sugar and sweets, maybe coffee or cigarettes or alcohol. For this girl, chicken nuggets all day every day.

Anywho, 2 weeks from today I’ll know the gender of this baby in my belly. I have such mixed feelings about it. I considered not finding out. I can’t imagine a bigger surprise. I was all amped to wait and then a girlfriend of mine who did wait said, “it’s kind of anticlimatic – it’s either a boy or a girl.” Well, womp womp.

She’s right though. And it’s the same surprise at 40-weeks as it would be at 19.

So my next appointment is 2 weeks away and we have the ultrasound scheduled. Carter will be coming with Jason and I to the appointment to catch a glimpse of his brother or sister in the only way a 17-month old can. I doubt he’ll understand, but it’s been pretty interesting to try to tell him there’s a baby in mama’s belly. He pulls my shirt up a bit, stares at my belly and then looks back at me with eyes that say, “nice try, stupid. There’s no baby there.”

He’s getting way too smart. He’s going to be smarter than me soon.

So I have 2 weeks left of pondering whether or not I’m baking another son or if there are some additional she-parts inside of me. I couldn’t be more conflicted about what I would “prefer,” it depends on the day, my mood and how many chicken nuggets I’ve eaten.

Most days I feel like my world would be more at peace with another boy. I feel confident in my ability to handle another boy until he’s 16.5 months old, and by the time he’s that old, I’ll have an additional 22 months of boy-parenting experience under my belt.

He could be completely different than Carter — like, perhaps he’ll be calm and not sleep ever. Despite C’s inability to sit still when he’s awake, when that boy is tired he sleeps. He sleeps 12-13 hours a night and usually 3-4 hours during the day. He’s been that way since he was 4 months old.

But he could be the same, and if that’s the case, on some days I can’t help but think what the hell have I gotten myself into. Carter x2 sounds like a whole lot of fun yet equally terrifying.

If it’s a she, what’s terrifying is the thought of my husband divorcing me for spending all his hard earned money on baby clothes.

I have no hunches and I somehow have no recollection of what my pregnancy was like at this point last time to compare. I feel like I ate a lot more ice cream, but my memory has always kind of sucked, so who knows. I knew Carter was a boy from the moment I saw the positive pregnancy test. I don’t know how or why, but I did.

This new little one remains a mystery.

Did you find out what you were having? Did you “feel” like it was one gender or the other?

What kind of cute ways did you share this news with your family and friends?

Also, don’t forget to check me out on the Moms Talk Network blogging about a really, really important Motherhood Lesson that I’ve learned: Nobody’s Perfect.

my morning off

One day a week Carter goes to spend the day with my in-laws. When we are ironing out the details about which day he goes, my mind is going nutso making a list of all the things I can/should get accomplished on a day where I’m baby-free. These days are always on days I go into work early, but despite that, I generally have 7.5 hours all. by. myself.

It seems like a lot of time, huh?

After Jason pulls out of the driveway with my baby securely fastened in the back seat, I generally spend about 15 minutes really, really missing Carter. The house is so quiet without him terrorizing my kitchen chairs and cabinets, throwing toys, climbing on things, chatting up a storm where I only understand every 5th word.

Don’t get me wrong, I miss him a little bit all day long. But those first 15 minutes are particularly gut-wrenching, and it’s the same way every single week.

I promptly make coffee and a massive bowl of cereal and plop down on the couch to catch up on whatever show I fell asleep during the night before or, depending on the smut level, the show I purposely avoided watching so Jason wouldn’t make fun of me.

Four bowls of cereal (and maybe 2 hours) later, I’ve caught up on blogs, the news, maybe written a post myself, know all about the latest celebrity goss, have had Facebook recommend I friend an ex-boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend’s wife and a friend of a friend of a friend who I barely recognized in high school much less 10 years later, know what the weather will be during the run I’m planning for the afternoon and am really, really dreading the housework that inevitably needs to be done.

Cleaning the bathroom. Blah.

Washing dishes. Yawn.

Mopping the floor. Boooooooo.

I fondly remember things like sleeping in and mimosa’s…then promptly remind myself that it’s Wednesday and I’m pregnant, which doesn’t count out some more sleeping but, unfortunately, eliminates the likelihood of enjoying a mimosa on my morning/partial afternoon off.

So I online shop but never buy anything. I update our budget, go back to my shopping cart at said online store and still don’t buy anything.

I read HelloGiggles, catch-up on Twitter, look off at the kitchen and the stack of dirty dishes, think about getting up but know if I do I’ll have to pee and then I’ll have to look in the bathroom mirror and realize my pants are starting not to fit…and nothing about your pants starting not to fit feels good whether you’re pregnant or not.

So I stay put. I haven’t even began to play on Pinterest yet…

Eventually it gets to be about 10am and I get up and get to work. Sometimes I get my hair done on my “mornings off.” Other times I make doctor’s appointments, run errands that are just easier to do without Carter or spend 2 hours at the gym where I don’t have to feel guilty about someone else watching my child so I can workout.

Except for someone else is watching my child so I can workout, it’s just not the nursery workers.

I always get at least one room of the house wicked, wicked clean and fully expect Jason to come home from work, immediately notice and shower me with compliments about how awesome of a wife I am.

Stay-at-home mom does not equal house maid in my book, and while I’m more than happy to take on an additional share of domestic responsibilities since I’m home more often than he is, I still want/need lots and lots of appreciation and/or praise for the work I do. Both because I’m needy and because unless it’s one of these mornings off, I’m doing it between keeping our kid alive and relatively well-behaved.

And, I know I’ve said this before, but on some days, the alive thing AND the relatively well-behaved thing are not small tasks.

At some point today I will be cleaning, napping, running or reading. Eventually I’ll be coaching. What I will not be doing is diaper changing, chasing, block tower building, or “I’m gonna get you!”-ing.

And while today I’ll enjoy the small break, tomorrow morning, with all the stinky diapers and baby talking and block tower building and huge Carter hugs and kisses that comes with it won’t be able to get here fast enough.

How do you enjoy or take advantage of some downtime?

Go check me out over on Mom’s Talk Network blogging about all the questionable things in our kid’s fast food meals. I’ll, sadly, never be able to eat Chicken McNuggets ever again (and if you know me well, realize that this is a truly devastating development).

yes, yes AND yes

I am constantly playing catch-up in the blogosphere, the Twitter-verse and in my laundry room. Catch-up, catch-up, catch-up. Life is such a rat race, aint it?

Every now and then I stumble upon an article or a blog post that makes me tear up, either with laughter or just real, genuine “I know exactly how that feels!” tears and I want everyone I know that can remotely relate to read it.

I found one of those this morning, and I had to share asap, despite the fact that the post is a week or so old and has already made it’s rounds on the internets.

Read it, Moms.

If you already read it, read it again. Read it every day.

This whole blog, Momastry, and what it’s all about is fabulous.

It’s a place to stop making motherhood and marriage harder by pretending they’re not hard. It’s a place to laugh till you pee and cry till you laugh.

I want Glennon, the author, to come over to my house for coffee in the morning and go shopping with me and then have a huge dance party with our kids. She writes things like, “She’s better than 3 Red Bulls and a kale smoothie” and she loves Beyonce.

From what I’ve gathered through stalking her blog for an hour or so, she’s awesome.

So go devour her. Join her Monkees and swoon over her gorgeous family and waste an entire morning nap that you swore you were going to take advantage of (like try to sleep yourself since apparently pregnancy insomnia is starting much, much earlier this time around…)

You won’t be disappointed. You might even feel so good about yourself that you no longer feel guilty about those pop tarts you inhaled for breakfast after making your husband an entire day’s worth of P90x-approved healthy meals.

Thank you, Glennon, for making yet another crazy mom feel like she’s not the only one.

Beyonce announcing her pregnancy was a blog-worthy event in my life back in August, so it only seems natural that I in some way acknowledge the fact that Queen B gave birth to her little girl this past weekend.

They delivered on a private floor of a New York hospital that cost over a million dollars to rent. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta’.

Conan O’Brien tweeted today:

Thank God Beyonce had her baby and can go back to work. For the past 6 months that family’s had to live entirely on Jay-Z’s salary.

I laughed out loud.

But in the midst of all the media reports and comedian commentary over the birth of Baby Blue, I stumbled upon a new song that Jay-Z recorded in the last couple of days called “Glory.” It’s about the birth of his princess and gives a little inside peak into the struggles the couple experienced trying to have a baby. The song even features Blue Ivy, and there’s really nothing like the sound of a newborn baby.

This song made my heart melt…and despite my undying love affair with both Jay and Bey, I’m not usually teary eyed while I’m watching the throne or putting my love on top.

Take a listen!

It’s a new year! Filled with opportunity, hope and crowded gyms.

Now that we’re a week into 2012 and I’ve had some time to reflect on the things I hope to accomplish this year, I have come to the conclusion that I am both cautiously optimistic and completely out of my mind.

By that I mean in 2012 I have plans to do things like:

  • finish the bonus room renovations – potentially by Jason’s 30th birthday celebration in early February
  • actually have a completed nursery prior to the arrival of our baking baby (how odd does that sound…)
  • to accomplish the above, finish Carter’s new big boy room before the arrival of his sister/brother
  •  solidify a chore chart by the end of January and finally get my household to-do’s on a weekly schedule
  • more green cleaning – less chemicals in the house
  • run another half marathon pregnant
  • gain less than 63llbs with this baby – maybe even keep my weight at a number that begins with a “1″
  • NOT lose my mind raising a toddler and question daily our decision to have another baby so close in age to C
  • don’t get pregnant…because if I’m ringing in 2013 with a baby in my belly you can guarantee I will be certifiably insane
  • reach out to out of town friends more frequently
  • volunteer
  • truly love my home, my body, my child(ren) and my husband – flaws and all

They say you should write down your goals, so there mine are. Don’t hold any of them against me, but do feel free to hold me accountable, especially on that last one.

The first week of 2012 got started slooooowly. After having my family cycling in and out of my house for a week and deciding to cook an array of Pinterest-inspired appetizers* for an NYE celebration and another array of Pinterest-inspired breakfast dishes* for new year’s morning, January 2nd arrived and my pregnant ass CRASHED. I spent all day long in and out of naps that failed to reinvigorate me. I made it 30 minutes at work before I left to come home and go right back to bed.

Come January 3rd though, I was back at it.

You’d think all my experience keeping up with those krazy Kardashians would have made me more than qualified to keep up with one krazy Karter (too many K’s?). Alas, that certainly isn’t true. My 16-month old son challenges me every. single. day. He’s getting smarter, manipulative, cunning and active as hell. He climbs, jumps, hides from me and picks and chooses when he wants to understand what I’m asking and pay me any sort of attention.

I thought that this type of behavior would wait until he was a little older, which proves once again how little I know about children and how ridiculous it is that god saw me fit to raise one, much less two. I trust that I won’t be challenged with anything I can’t handle, but lord help me if there’s another baby with a penis growing inside of me right now.

I desperately cling to the notion that girls are easier than boys and the chance still exists that this new baby could be female, but, with my luck, my little lady will be just as crazy as her brother and I’ll once again be kicking myself for assuming anything at all about children.

I’m maintaining my cautious optimism though, because I think, despite the craziness that ensues on a daily basis, this is going to be a great year. A year filled with more awareness, education, activity, family and love. A year that will challenge me, drop me on my ass a few times and, ultimately, help me grow.

I wish the same to each of you.

 

*I can officially endorse the following delicious recipes from my Pinterest board:

Kahlua-Pecan Brown Sugar Baked Brie

Jalapeno Cream Cheese Crescent Poppers (wrapped one batch in bacon and was a HUGE hit!)

Buffalo Chicken Bites

Artichoke Bread

Chewy No-Bake Cookies and Cream Treat

Overnight Blueberry French Toast

Cream Cheese Sausage Balls

Cinnamon French Toast Bake

post-holiday laughs

I sat down on my computer to google “natural kitchen cleaners” in an attempt to clean my kitchen, well, naturally. The reality is that not only my kitchen needs cleaning but my guest bathroom, too, and as there are about to be 8 people staying overnight in my house and somehow my house is unable to maintain cleanliness with the 3 that consistently live there, I know I need to get up off the computer and start cleaning. Naturally or chemically, at this point let’s just get this shit cleaned.

Instead, I’m laughing my ass off between feeling bouts of inspiration from my newest internet obsession, HelloGiggles (who doesn’t love Zooey Deschanel?).

And also this video.

I think I’m a bit young to fully appreciate everything she’s saying, but I can picture my mom and one of her best friends huddled around their work computer watching and laughing out loud and saying, “Yeeeeep!” a lot. I guess that’s if they still in fact worked at the same school (virtual tear, ladies…), but either way, I’m sure they’ll talk about it on the phone once my mom gets back from gallivanting in California with my aunt.

You’re welcome, mom, for finally posting another one of those funny videos on my blog.

I’ll now resume stuffing my face with bowls of cereal and colby jack string cheese and desperately wanting a nap despite everything else that I should probably doing, but I hope everyone had a happy, happy holiday filled with lots of love!

Carter opening his gift on the first night of Hanukkah

The family after Christmas dinner

 

mom on mom crime

An article recently made the rounds on my Facebook newsfeed titled “I’m a good mother, you’re a good mother.” The blog is titled 6:30 and a Glass of Wine and, for obvious reasons, I was automatically attracted to this woman and her fine reference to my favorite beverage.

My take on the article is that no matter what you’re doing as a parent, you’re likely doing the best you can and the bloggers and other Facebookers and mothers that offer their unsolicited opinion on parenting are obnoxious and judgy and need to shut up and back off. We can all do our research on the pertinent parenting issues and make our own decisions.

And while that’s definitely all true, the reality is that there are tons of moms out there trying to offer information based on their experiences and the research they have done to help other moms.

I know it’s crazy in light of all the pushy mama bears that actually do exist, but not all of us who share information or write about their experiences and opinions on their blogs are pushy, judgy moms.

I have searched out information from fellow mom bloggers about pregnancy, breatfeeding, newborn issue, my sanity as a mother…especially about my sanity as a mother. I have read articles and blogs that are anti-circumcision, anti-vaccination and pro co-sleeping, just to highlight a few big issues, and while I circumcised and vaccinated my child and had him sleeping in his crib at 3 months old, I certainly appreciated the depth of research in their posts and respected them for their viewpoint and opinion.

Even though I disagreed.

I wrote my own post titled “my breastfeeding soapbox,” and while I’m obviously pro-breastfeeding and wish that all women would give their boobs a chance to feed their babies, I didn’t write the post to make formula-feeding mothers feel like they sucked as a mom. I wrote it to hopefully help even one pregnant or new mom realize the benefits and challenges of breastfeeding and make it even one more day nursing their child.

I do not believe that if you formula feed your child you are a bad mom, so let me go ahead and say that if you are a formula-feeding mom and were offended by my post last month, I apologize. I do believe that if you have chosen to formula feed your child you have your reasons for doing so and you should feel confident in your decision and not take offense at the pro-breastfeeding agenda.

While I appreciate the time you spent on my blog, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you clicked on the title of the post.

Anti-vaccinating mamas don’t offend me. Neither do mamas that co-sleep with their child, who don’t enforce a sleep schedule, or who work full-time. Even if they write about those things, and they are all things that are different than the way I parent my child.

Obviously there are moms that do things differently than me in the parenting arena. Those moms may also prefer different styles of clothes, a different type of man and have different political views, too, but that doesn’t mean I am offended when they post a link to an article or write a blog post that gives some more information about an issue I may not have previously considered.

Or an issue I have considered in great length and am steadfast on my opinion on.

Information is always going to be thrown in our faces when we don’t necessarily want to see it. I think that rather than assume that everyone has an agenda, it’d be great if we all became confident in our decisions and, if there’s a decision we aren’t confident in, embrace that there may be others out there with more experience and a different outlook.

I don’t know where I’d be without my pretend mom friends in the blog world. There are blogs I turn to for advice, for research and for humor – to know that I’m not the only one.

And, as a blogger myself, that is what I strive to provide to my readers. I want this to be a place where people can go to to laugh at my own attempts at parenting, get some more information on a parenting or baby-related issue, maybe gain a different perspective, smile at some cute photos (because my baby is super handsome and all…) and remember that you aren’t the only one…you aren’t the only one sleep-deprived, questioning your sanity and thinking about how good a margarita is going to taste come August when you are no longer pregnant.

The mom community can be a valuable resource if you let it. Yes, there are pushy ultra-competitive moms out there. Yes, their way is obviously better than yours. But rather than give those articles page views and the time of day, breeze right on by to the more important articles that lift you up, make you laugh and remind you that you aren’t the only one obsessed with buying baby clothes, drinking wine (sometimes before 6:30…) and constantly doubting your decisions.

I think I’m a great mom (most of the time…) but I wouldn’t be that way without leaning on the moms in my community; my physical community, my friend community and my internet community, and that’s something I will gladly raise my glass to!

Just don’t be offended that the only thing in that glass right now is water.

so there we are

Hi there! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Remember back in early November when I promised to write every day for a month? That went the same direction as most diets I partake in, my last relationship before my husband and any attempts to get myself on a schedule with housework. Starts off strong, has so much potential, and then, POOF! Nothing.

Silence.

I apologize to any one who got really excited to hear from me more often. I’m really bad at committing to things. I’m sometimes flaky and very, very distracted.

I considered shutting down my blog. I would think of posts that people would find interesting, amusing, informative and/or funny and then direct my attention to something else so that I wouldn’t have time to write.

I was purposely avoiding my little blog here in an effort to maintain my sanity while juggling a part-time job that has somehow gotten increasingly more demanding, a full-time 15-month old that has also gotten increasingly more demanding, a holiday season that gets more demanding every year and baking another baby.

Say what?! Yep, then that happened. We found out we were expecting again!

I won’t say that this pregnancy was unexpected, but it’s still a little shocking when plans become reality. When something you spent awhile talking about becomes something you are now experiencing.

So now I’m pregnant, and I can’t help but think, given the state of my first pregnancy, how helpful and amusing (and, let’s be honest, super sarcastic…) some posts may be on being preggo with a toddler and juggling two children on top of my own personal craziness.

So there we are! While my posts were sparse my nausea certainly wasn’t.

Welcome to round 2!

The full title should read…

confession: i ask for help then get angry when i get it because ultimately it won’t be done the way i like it and i’ll re-do it anyways.

THAT was a mouthful, huh?

It’s true though. It’s a totally annoying habit and applies primarily to the dishes and anything kitchen related. And the bathroom. And the laundry. And Carter. Ok, so it generally applies to everything.

Let me clue you in to my current work situation: I stay home with Carter all day, which, as anyone who has spent just one day home with a toddler knows, is not a walk in the park every day. Though there are plenty of days where we actually DO walk in the park, the snot and the poop and the full shoes and partial pant leg in the dogs water bowl and now, the tantrums (good god they start those young…) will indicate that caring for, parenting and making sure there’s no broken glass or something disgustingly dirty in the vicinity of my 1-year old is not, in fact, a walk in the park.

Would I trade it for anything right now? God no. But it’s hard sometimes.

In the late afternoon I pack C and I up and we head to my second job, the one that actually pays me a little bit of money. There’s an emphasis on little there, but I don’t coach kids for the money. Sort of like how teachers don’t teach for the money, but I recognize that my swim coaching is not nearly as significant as molding the minds of our future generations.

I work part-time for a multitude of other reasons that are not financially related. I love being back on the pool deck. I used to be a competitive swimmer and it’s so fun to be working with the sport again. I love the kids (when they aren’t acting all attitude-y and adolescent-y), my bosses, the proximity of the pool to my home, the whole “getting out of the house” aspect, and the free gym membership.

Some nights I’m at the pool till 8:45pm. Other nights till 8pm. EVERY night I come home and there’s a sink full of dirty dishes.

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So effing annoying.

I make it a point to, on the majority of afternoons, prepare dinner so that all that’s left to do is put it in the oven. Sometimes, it’s  cooked and ready to eat in the crock pot and, as a bonus, the entire house smells wonderful. On top of that, I usually make sure there aren’t a ton of dirty dishes in the sink. I do this because I hate coming home to dirty dishes, so I figure I’ll make Jason’s coming home experience something that I’d like – a clean-ish home and a clean kitchen.

Apparently, he doesn’t notice or care about those types of things.

Earlier this week when I got home at 9pm so hungry that my mother probably heard my stomach grumbling in Virginia, there was, again, a sink full of dirty dishes from Carter and Jason’s dinner. Now I get J has the daunting task of feeding Carter dinner – daunting only because as of lately he prefers hurling milk and food over the side of his highchair rather than drinking or eating any of it.

He also bathes him and puts him to bed. At 7:30pm. Last night, because he’s still fighting a cold, he was down at 6:45.

Yet, when I got home two hours later, there were still dirty dishes. I got cranky (what else is new…) and bitched about it and the result was Jason cleaning up the mess while I sat and ate leftover spaghetti. I was happy, and I said thank you.

Then the next morning rolled around and I went to put something in the dishwasher and wanted to vomit.

I loathe the way my husband loads the dishwasher. He stuffs too much inside (that’s what she said…) and has dishes going all sorts of crazy directions. Doesn’t he know the way the water cleans the dishes and that the optimal way to load the dishwasher is to have the dishes facing towards the middle?!?!

Do normal people know that or am I psychotic?

Do normal people ask for help and then get annoyed when they get it? Or am I, again, a little nuts?

(I will note that since this particular incident happened earlier this week I have come home to a really clean kitchen every night. It’s almost like he sneakily read the draft of this post…)

Sound off on whether or not this has happened to you or not! I’d love to know I’m not alone in crazytown…

well said

I was pinning away my morning (aka not doing productive things)…

…and I wanted to share some of the love! Here’s to hoping that these things I’ve found on Pinterest make you laugh, or at the very least, smile.

Chances are, a week before a holiday, we all need a mid-day pick-me-up.

All these images can be found here with links to where they were found on the interwebs.

What are some of your favorite “well said” pins? Are you on Pinterest? Let me know!

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