Thursday, November 13, 2014

Lies and Deception

I have a very strong willed almost five year old.  She's my Princess.  She is very independent and has a mind of her own.  If she wants something, she will let you know.  If she doesn't want something, she will let you know that as well.  She's great at negotiating, not so great at accepting defeat.

Honestly, parenting her is new territory for me.  I have no idea what I am doing with her.  For some reason she wants to be her own little person and not do everything I want her to do.  But I'm the Mom!  (Imagine foot stomping and adult tantrum). 

A few days ago Flower (the 1.5 year old) was playing with one of my favorite toys that we own.  It's a little piano with a microphone.  It plays nursery rhymes and you can sing along into the microphone.  It's so much fun!  Both Princess and Flower love it.  Whenever one of them gets that toy out, the other one usually stops what she is doing to go and investigate and try to join in.

Anyway, Flower was playing with the toy and Princess came over to check it out.  Eventually Princess ended up taking over.  Princess was playing with it and asked me if she could cut off the microphone.  Apparently she "didn't like it."  Of course I told her no.  It's an electronic device and cutting off the microphone would break it.

She asked me again a few more times and I repeatedly told her no.

The other day she wanted scissors to practice cutting paper.  I made sure she had approved paper to cut, talked to her about only cutting paper that Mommy said was ok, and that was that.

Or so I thought.  (You can guess where I'm going with this.)

Fast forward to today. We were cleaning Princess's room when I discovered she had hidden the piano in there.  Guess what was neatly sliced off?  Yup, the microphone.  I couldn't believe it.  I had specifically told her no.  She had lied to me about what she was cutting.  She had been sneaky in taking the piano to her room.   



I'm feeling betrayed right now.  I'm waiting for Husband to come home so we can come up with an appropriate consequence.   

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Insanity

I read somewhere that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.  Well, this is the third time I've been pregnant and I was really, really hoping that my body would have learned that this whole morning sickness thing is not ok.  Ha.  One can hope, right?  If anything, this time around is just the same or even worse.

Three pregnancy tests from different pregnancies.  I even used the same brand each time! 


This time I started feeling nauseated right at week four.  That's how I knew.  I took a test and boom, there was that little plus sign.  I showed Husband and he didn't believe me (we weren't trying, remember?).  I took another test the next day and had the same results.  Anyway, it was all downhill from there.

We had planned a magical trip to Disney for their Halloween party a while back.  I was miserable the whole time.  I don't have many pictures of that trip because I spent most of the time being miserable in the hotel room.

The next few weeks were a blur of nausea and vomiting and trying to curl under the covers and sleep until I felt better (not even remotely possible with a preschooler and a toddler running around).

Luckily I have a great support system.  My dad has been amazing at taking Baby at least once a week for me so I can just hang out with Baby2 and rest.  Another friend has a great connection with Baby2 (she's a little finicky), so they have been hanging out together so I could rest and be miserable on my own.  Husband has been amazing about cooking dinners for the girls (Dinner time is the worst.  I live in the bathroom during dinner.  I can't even think about making food for the children). 

One thing I hate about throwing up (besides the act of throwing up itself) is it gives me flashbacks of being pregnant with the other two.  Not fun remembering the meals you ate whilst pregnant with them and recalling how they tasted and looked coming back up.

This time around I did more research and read up on magnesium intake and how our society is greatly lacking in magnesium.  Lack of magnesium may be related to morning sickness, so I bought some magnesium supplements to try to help.  Apparently magnesium lotion or oil is supposed to be better because it is absorbed more easily into the skin than in pill form.  However,  the nutrition shop didn't have the lotion or oil, so pills it was.  I also read how B6 is supposed to help with nausea.  I stocked up on that as well (when I say "I stocked up," I really mean Husband went out and got everything for me while I hibernated.  He's such a nice guy).

So did I notice a difference with taking the magnesium and B6?  Honestly, I don't really know.  I threw most of it up anyway, so I don't think it was super effective in that sense.  I've currently quit trying because it just doesn't seem worth it.  Another thing I have been doing (and did last time with Baby2) is taking Epsom salt baths.  While I'm in the tub, I actually feel human again.  Then I get out and throw up.  But while in the bath, it's great.

Other than the extra vitamins, I have been trying hard to have more protein.  I eat lots of eggs, chicken, and yogurt.  It really doesn't seem to matter too much what I eat, though.  It's more of a time of day thing.  I wake up feeling nauseated, then it builds and builds and the throwing up will start.  Then I'll go to bed and try to fall asleep so I don't feel sick again.  Fun, fun.

Overall, I honestly don't like being pregnant.  But I'm trying to be thankful and change my attitude.  This too shall pass and I'll have a wonderful little creature to hold and love.     

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Big Question

"Are you going to have a third?"


That's the big question we are often asked.  It's a  pretty serious question.  Going from two to three children is huge.  I mean, no more driving around in my compact Corolla.  Three carseats would not fit in the back of that.

I would always be one hand short to hold hands with my children.  You know, two hands, a child on each side.  Add a third and the balance is off.

Goodbye family fourpacks of tickets that are always given out as prizes.  Not that I win them, but if I did.  How would we decide who stays home?

Not to mention the trips to Disney.  With two children, everyone gets a buddy to ride on an attraction with.

Family board games?  We are set.  Four sides to a board, one person per side.    

Four bedroom house, everyone has their own room and Husband gets his office.  No need to worry about sharing a room.  Everyone has their own space.

I can clear out the toys, get rid of the clothes that are too small.  Goodbye piles of baby gear.  No need to save you.  We are moving on.

Seriously, Husband and I thought about it for a hot second.  It would mean a lot of changes.  I am not an easy pregnant person (see previous blogs for lovely stories of vomiting for weeks and weeks on end).  Do I really want to go through that again?  Do we really want to start over and grow another human being?   Would I be able to divide myself even more to take care of another little person?

Ultimately, we decided no.  We are done.  Two is perfect.  Life is fantastic.

But then that hot second came back to haunt us.

Baby number three will be arriving in May of next year.