Friday, February 26, 2010

Odds and Ends

The love affair at daycare continues. Annabella and Caleb were the last 2 toddlers to be put down for their naps. Annabella chose this time to repeatedly steal Caleb's paci, run away, turn around and wave the paci at him until he chased her, then put it in his mouth when he caught up. Ms Jen, Annabella's teacher, said she's never seen 2 kids so young flirt like that.

Annabella now says "uh oh". The "uh" is squeaked out, and the "oh" is longer and very drawn out. Like multiple seconds drawn out. Jason and I laugh every time we hear it because it's just so darn cute.

She's learning new things every day. And I'm constantly amazed at what she understands.

Jason is recovering nicely from surgery, which is good, as my patience is wearing thin. I'm good at being nursemaid when it's necessary, but not when it's just more convenient. Meaning, if he actually needs help doing something, regardless of what it is, then I will happily do it. But if he wants me to do something for him because it's easier for me to do it than for him to do it, then I get annoyed but do it anyway. I understand that it takes him longer to do each thing and that it makes more sense for me to do each individual task, but that argument breaks down when you look at the sum total of tasks. And he's getting more and more capable with each passing day. Thankfully, after finally telling him that I was going to lose my mind, he's stepped up and is doing a lot more. Which is honestly good for both of us. Really, I needed the help, and he needed the activity. So win-win.

And when I say I needed the help, I really needed the help. Pregnancy is kicking my butt. I am bone tired, and most days feel like a struggle. On top of that, I am and have been sick for the last week or so. My throat is hurty and scratchy, and I've lost my voice. Trying to talk actually hurts. (I know I owe a bunch of people phone if you're waiting for one, I'm sorry! I'll hopefully remember to call when my voice is back.) And Annabella has been sick too, which means she is in a terrible mood at the end of the day and really does not want me to put her down. And then she's waking up more in the night as well, which means finding rest is even harder. So I'm honestly really struggling to take care of myself right now. Normally this would be no big deal and I could accept it as just part of being a mom, but taking care of myself is suddenly more important again because while I'm carrying BG2, taking care of myself is taking care of them. So on top of just not having the luxury to take care of myself and get the rest I need, I also am feeling a fair amount of guilt about it.

But the good news is that Jason should be off crutches in 1 more week! And he's able to do so much more than even 1 week ago. So I can definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel. Just a little more ways to go.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Making out at daycare

I dropped Annabella off this morning and Caleb came over and hugged her and kissed her. She kissed back. I would say that this is her first kiss, but by the looks of it, I don't think that's true.

Caleb's a couple month's younger; so Annabella is proving to be quite the cougar :)

After a couple minutes of this affection, Annabella decided she was done. She screamed. Then she tried to get away and Caleb followed her, at one point basically tackling her until the teachers pulled him off. I think he's smitten. And who wouldn't be?

I think I might have to have the birds and the bees talk with my little one much earlier than anticipated.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Still Pregnant

I don't feel pregnant.

With Annabella, I was so excited and focused on my pregnancy. Not that I always really felt pregnant with her, but it was more of an amazement at there being a little being growing inside of me. Like, could it really be true?

With BG2, I just don't have the time or energy to be excited or focused. Annabella still demands much of my attention, and while I don't emotionally feel pregnant, my body is certainly suffering some of the side effects. I feel like my body instantly aged 20 years. Walking from my car to my office suddenly makes me feel tired. I wake up many times a night to go potty. And I'm bone-tired in a way that makes me feel delirious. Oh, and I wake up in the middle of the night starving.

You would think with all of those physical symptoms that my emotional self would catch up, but not so much. Maybe it's the wow factor again. Maybe it will all feel more real when someone is kicking me from the inside.

But right now, the little girl who isn't happy unless she's in Mommy's arms is trumping any time I might have to sit and relax and marvel at the little one inside. And while I feel a certain amount of guilt over this, I'm not losing any sleep over it. If I remember my last pregnancy correctly, soon enough the little one inside will force me to take the time. Because while I feel tired now, I know it's only going to get worse.