Thursday, December 25, 2008

Embarrassing but True.

A new pregnancy symptom has shown it's ugly face. Once I get hungry, I'm STARVING and must eat immediately or all hell breaks loose. Last night, after putting together the train table we got for Lane for Christmas, hunger struck and I browsed the near empty shelves of my pantry for anything that looked appetizing. Then, out of the living room came the voice of an angel. "I'll go get McDonald's," he said. Before the words left his lips, I had his coat in my hands and I was shoving him out of the door. I jumped in the shower hoping that would occupy the time while he was gone.

As I'm drying off I hear the door open and my mouth starts watering. I try to avoid fast food, especially at 10:30 pm on Christmas Eve, but being pregnant does something to you. Hormones replace willpower. Then I see Ryan's scared face and empty hands. "They were closed," he said nervously. See, he's no fool. He remembers what it's like to be around me when I'm pregnant. It's really surprising he agreed to do it a second time. Trying desperately to control myself, I just said, "Well, it is Christmas Eve." Then I shut the bathroom door and cried.

I ended up having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What a sad substitute.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I can't say I'm not impressed

I'm sure you've all seen Bush dodge the flying shoes by now. All jokes about our current pres. aside, I'm extremely impressed with his cat-like reflexes. At least one of those shoes would have hit me square in the face. And I'm not even a drunk.

Apparently I'm old

I've joined a new online mommy group. After having Lane, I discovered a group of supportive ladies with kids the same age as mine. I still check in with these gals every day and was hoping to find another group just as lovely to talk about this pregnancy with. Well, surprisingly, every group I found was filled with drama. Except one. Pregnant Moms OVER 30. Yep, I joined the old lady group. Some of the ladies were talking about how their medical charts at their OB were stamped "Advanced Maternal Age". Gasp!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I had my first bout of morning sickness this morning. It lasted all of 5 minutes but was enough to have me questioning my decision to do this all over again. I know it's all worth it but man, it's terrible while it's happening. Lane was banging on the bathroom door while I was dry heaving saying "Maaaa, Maaaaa!!" in his little munchkin voice. What a sweet boy.

The only other symptom I have is my super human sense of smell. Opening my pantry door and smelling all the spices knocks me back. I also keep thinking I smell fire. So now I have to add worry about the building burning down to my long list of things I'm already worried about. I'm worried about this unborn baby's health, about how Lane will adjust, if he will be mad at me, if we can afford this baby, where we will move, if we can sell our house in North Carolina, if I will be able to manage two kids with no sleep, if I will be able to breastfeed, if I will gain too much weight, if my blood pressure will go up again, blah, blah, blah.....

Sorry about the somber tone of this post. I'm blaming hormones.

Monday, December 15, 2008

I passed up 15 seconds of fame today

All because I had dirty hair. I rushed out of the door this morning, unshowered, in order to get to the post office before the lunch time rush. Today is supposedly the busiest shipping day of the year and I was determined to avoid the long line I had to endure last year. Proud of myself for even getting out of the door before lunch time, I loaded up the stroller with boxes and cards to be mailed and of course Lane. I walked the half mile to the post office, stood sweating in the relatively short line (yes, I sweat even in 50 degree weather) and mailed my packages. I turn around to see a local news channel camera in my face wanting to ask me a few questions. Embarrassed, I declined because all I could think about was my dirty hair and sweaty face. Talk about a lesson in hygiene.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I've been busy. Really, really busy.

This is my official apology for neglecting you. But I have a reason. A good one....