It's been a while since I've written, and there's a good reason for that. The last few months of my pregnancy were tiresome to say the least. I was going into the Dr. a minimum of twice per week, for monitoring (as I had gestational diabetes).
After about a week's worth of labor regularly occurring, but not dilating me past 2, they took pity on me and began an induction. That took about a day, and then he was born! May 25th.
The truly awesome part of the experience (other than the blessed epidural) was that I got to deliver him myself, after the Dr. made sure his head and shoulders were clear! This is the third baby, first boy, and the very first time that I've ever been offered that option!
We stayed in the hospital for around a day, and now we are finally settling into a definitive pattern with one another.
I don't get much sleep, of course, but I never really have anyway, so it's not so much bothersome for me.
He is an awesome baby! He is very mellow and "go with the flow" most of the time. He is positively gorgeous and looks a great deal like his father. And, he is just one of the sweetest little human beings I've ever had the privilege of meeting.
Two months old now, and he is growing like he has a phobia of being short!! He is ALWAYS eating! And, he's even a size 3 diaper already! It's NOT FREAKING FAIR!!!
*breathe*
Okay, I'm calmer now.
I keep telling him to slow down with that growing stuff. But, wouldn't you know it.... he's the living embodiment of stubbornness!
Don't know where he could possibly have gotten that trait from......
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
August 12, 2010
January 23, 2010
The Pregnant Personality
I've come to the conclusion that you can tell what basic type of personality a child will have, by analyzing the personality [changes] of mom while she's pregnant.
With my first daughter, now 7 years old, I was highly - OVERLY - sensitive. Mind you, many of the things I found myself crying over were based on legitimate concerns or upsets. Still, these were things that I would have become ticked off about, or sad without tears necessarily, prior to becoming pregnant. Once I was pregnant with her, forget it!
I literally had to run outside one time, so that I could cry without getting into an argument with my husband over whether or not I was lying about not knowing why I was crying. I had been standing at the stove in the kitchen. I didn't know that I was pregnant yet (at that time, we were under the impression that he couldn't contribute to the production of children naturally). Quite suddenly, I felt the nagging urge to cry. I had no reason to do so that I was aware of; I wasn't upset, sad, angry, emotionally touched, etc.
I knew, however, that if I started crying randomly in the kitchen, hubby would ask me what was wrong. I didn't want to lie to him, and I sincerely don't think I could have thought of anything believable anyway, even if I had wanted to. This was LITERALLY that random. So, I elected to choke it back long enough to step outside, under the guise that I wanted a cigarette.
I thought I was safe. My husband was on the computer, playing a game. And, at the time, having no children around, smoking was allowed in the house if he really felt the need to light up. *Sigh* No such luck. He decided to join me. As I knew would happen, he asked what he had done wrong. When I said (honestly) "nothing," an argument erupted.
Even then, it was almost comical! He was so incredibly pissed off at me for "playing games with him" and I was simply frustrated because I seriously had NO idea why I was crying.
And so that pregnancy went. I cried when I ran out of milk, ON THE WAY TO THE STORE FOR MORE MILK! Frankly, it was pretty ridiculous. Unfortunately, I didn't get a choice in the matter.
My 7 year old is overly sensitive. She always has been. My father and I have actually had conversations, through these seven years, revolving around "how on earth is she going to handle life?" She'll likely always be sensitive, but I think she's learning how to handle the things that upset her progressively better.
When I was pregnant with my now 5 year old daughter, I came out swinging. I was moody; the kind of PMS that makes men hide behind the couch, ready to chuck chocolate bars, for purposes of distraction, and run for their lives! I went from happy to ticked in mere nanoseconds.
Wouldn't you know it - that's how she is! She is a very sweet girl, don't get me wrong. But, her moods are like some little devil is in there flicking a switch on and off! And when she is angry ~ most run for cover.
For quite a few months there, when she was about two, she would head-butt the tile floor during temper tantrums. Getting her to knock that off was no easy task. And, absolutely not joking, she actually did break the tile in one spot.
With this current pregnancy, number 3, I'm not yet sure how I feel. On rare occasions, there is a bit more sensitivity or the like. However, I haven't [yet] noticed any significant changes in mood or personality. Physical changes? Oh, they're prevalent for sure. But emotional changes - not so much.
I'm not sure what that means yet, but I'll find out soon enough.
With my first daughter, now 7 years old, I was highly - OVERLY - sensitive. Mind you, many of the things I found myself crying over were based on legitimate concerns or upsets. Still, these were things that I would have become ticked off about, or sad without tears necessarily, prior to becoming pregnant. Once I was pregnant with her, forget it!
I literally had to run outside one time, so that I could cry without getting into an argument with my husband over whether or not I was lying about not knowing why I was crying. I had been standing at the stove in the kitchen. I didn't know that I was pregnant yet (at that time, we were under the impression that he couldn't contribute to the production of children naturally). Quite suddenly, I felt the nagging urge to cry. I had no reason to do so that I was aware of; I wasn't upset, sad, angry, emotionally touched, etc.
I knew, however, that if I started crying randomly in the kitchen, hubby would ask me what was wrong. I didn't want to lie to him, and I sincerely don't think I could have thought of anything believable anyway, even if I had wanted to. This was LITERALLY that random. So, I elected to choke it back long enough to step outside, under the guise that I wanted a cigarette.
I thought I was safe. My husband was on the computer, playing a game. And, at the time, having no children around, smoking was allowed in the house if he really felt the need to light up. *Sigh* No such luck. He decided to join me. As I knew would happen, he asked what he had done wrong. When I said (honestly) "nothing," an argument erupted.
Even then, it was almost comical! He was so incredibly pissed off at me for "playing games with him" and I was simply frustrated because I seriously had NO idea why I was crying.
And so that pregnancy went. I cried when I ran out of milk, ON THE WAY TO THE STORE FOR MORE MILK! Frankly, it was pretty ridiculous. Unfortunately, I didn't get a choice in the matter.
My 7 year old is overly sensitive. She always has been. My father and I have actually had conversations, through these seven years, revolving around "how on earth is she going to handle life?" She'll likely always be sensitive, but I think she's learning how to handle the things that upset her progressively better.
When I was pregnant with my now 5 year old daughter, I came out swinging. I was moody; the kind of PMS that makes men hide behind the couch, ready to chuck chocolate bars, for purposes of distraction, and run for their lives! I went from happy to ticked in mere nanoseconds.
Wouldn't you know it - that's how she is! She is a very sweet girl, don't get me wrong. But, her moods are like some little devil is in there flicking a switch on and off! And when she is angry ~ most run for cover.
For quite a few months there, when she was about two, she would head-butt the tile floor during temper tantrums. Getting her to knock that off was no easy task. And, absolutely not joking, she actually did break the tile in one spot.
With this current pregnancy, number 3, I'm not yet sure how I feel. On rare occasions, there is a bit more sensitivity or the like. However, I haven't [yet] noticed any significant changes in mood or personality. Physical changes? Oh, they're prevalent for sure. But emotional changes - not so much.
I'm not sure what that means yet, but I'll find out soon enough.
January 19, 2010
On Being Pregnant...
My boobies hurt. Breathing gives me heartburn. Headaches are a far more common occurrence than they have been in the past. Mood swings? It's like PMS for nine months straight! The other day, brushing my teeth initiated my gag reflex (almost had to undo and redo that whole brushing thing). The fact that this is my third pregnancy hasn't prepared me to find a comfortable sleeping position. And I am REALLY sick and tired of peeing at this point!
BUT....
I'm just coming out of the third trimester now. The nausea and headaches are less frequent than they were a month ago. I giggle and swell with happiness every time I feel my very active baby move. The most amazing man in the world rubs my back and feet constantly without being asked. My two older kids are thoroughly excited (my youngest wanted to "wake baby up" the other day - may have given him/her shaken fetus syndrome, but that's okay). And I can't wait to welcome baby to the world in just five more months or so.
SO....
All in all - this definitely ranks as one of the happiest times of my life. :)
BUT....
I'm just coming out of the third trimester now. The nausea and headaches are less frequent than they were a month ago. I giggle and swell with happiness every time I feel my very active baby move. The most amazing man in the world rubs my back and feet constantly without being asked. My two older kids are thoroughly excited (my youngest wanted to "wake baby up" the other day - may have given him/her shaken fetus syndrome, but that's okay). And I can't wait to welcome baby to the world in just five more months or so.
SO....
All in all - this definitely ranks as one of the happiest times of my life. :)
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