Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I'm not just pregnant...I'm fat
I was pretty sick from about 6-12 weeks of this pregnancy. During that time I didn't gain any weight. Since then I've gained over TEN POUNDS!! For those of you doing the math at home that is 10 lbs. in about 6 weeks or almost 2 lbs. a week! If I keep this up I will gain about 40 more lbs. before this pregnancy is done.
I'm really not trying to worry about it but I gained 70 lbs. when pregnant with The Bull and 50 when pregnant with Goldilocks (10 of which I never lost). I just want to be healthy and I am not making very healthy choices lately. I justify it by taking my prenatal vitamins very regularly but I know that eating all this junk food is not good for me or the baby. Plus, I know how hard it is to maintain a healthy weight with two children it will be just that much harder with three.
Also I know SO MANY people who are pregnant right now and most of them are due right around the same time as me. All of them have a cute baby bump and I still don't. I have a huge ass and thunderous thighs but no cute little belly bump. In the morning my stomach is still pretty flat although it has grown some extra fat rolls. When I lay on my back I have very round bulge in the lower abdomen but when I stand up it spreads out and I just look like a fatty.
I'm just venting, obviously I'm not doing anything to change this and going on a diet is completely out of the question but I would really appreciate it if I could get a little belly soon so I could feel little more pregnant and a little less fat.
I'm really not trying to worry about it but I gained 70 lbs. when pregnant with The Bull and 50 when pregnant with Goldilocks (10 of which I never lost). I just want to be healthy and I am not making very healthy choices lately. I justify it by taking my prenatal vitamins very regularly but I know that eating all this junk food is not good for me or the baby. Plus, I know how hard it is to maintain a healthy weight with two children it will be just that much harder with three.
Also I know SO MANY people who are pregnant right now and most of them are due right around the same time as me. All of them have a cute baby bump and I still don't. I have a huge ass and thunderous thighs but no cute little belly bump. In the morning my stomach is still pretty flat although it has grown some extra fat rolls. When I lay on my back I have very round bulge in the lower abdomen but when I stand up it spreads out and I just look like a fatty.
I'm just venting, obviously I'm not doing anything to change this and going on a diet is completely out of the question but I would really appreciate it if I could get a little belly soon so I could feel little more pregnant and a little less fat.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Regarding the poll on the right side of the blog
We find out what we're having on Thursday. I'm beyond excited!! At first I didn't want to find out the sex. We have one of each as it is so I'm not one of these parents that is really hoping for one of the other. Although, for some reason I feel like it's a boy and I will be really shocked if it's a girl.
Speaking of "it" we've nicknamed the baby "coconut". We came to that name because a couple of weeks ago I was sitting on the couch reading one of my pregnancy book and Prince Charming was sitting next to me watching tv and Goldilocks was right near us coloring with The Bull and I mentioned that the baby can hear outside noises.
Without skipping a beat Goldilocks looks up from her coloring book and says, "What's up Coconut?"
It was hilarious and we all cracked up. Anyway, the name stuck.
So if you want to vote on the sex of Coconut please do so. I've given you the normal options of boy and girl but Goldilocks is really hoping for a mermaid so there is that option too. ;-)
Speaking of "it" we've nicknamed the baby "coconut". We came to that name because a couple of weeks ago I was sitting on the couch reading one of my pregnancy book and Prince Charming was sitting next to me watching tv and Goldilocks was right near us coloring with The Bull and I mentioned that the baby can hear outside noises.
Without skipping a beat Goldilocks looks up from her coloring book and says, "What's up Coconut?"
It was hilarious and we all cracked up. Anyway, the name stuck.
So if you want to vote on the sex of Coconut please do so. I've given you the normal options of boy and girl but Goldilocks is really hoping for a mermaid so there is that option too. ;-)
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
I learn so much from my kids. Most of the time I learn a lot about myself. Whether it be my lack of patience, my intense capacity of love, my rude behavior or how horrible I sound when I say mean things. (Have you ever heard your child say something that you yourself have said and when you hear it back out of their sweet little mouth it sounds about 5 bazillion times worse? Ugh, I cringe at those moments)
Today I learned a lot about my anxiety from my son. I took him to the dentist to get sealants on his 6-year molars. No big deal right?
WRONG!
First of all, let me start at the beginning of the story. His top front tooth has been loose FOR.EV.ER! It is literally hanging on my a thread and it is DRIVING ME CRAZY! It looks so horrible and is starting to turn gray. I want to rip it out sooooo bad but I have thus far controlled myself. I did, however, tell him that he had all of Spring Break to pull it out himself or else when we went to the dentist this morning I was going to have them pull it out for him. He agreed that he would let them pull it out.
That was my first mistake. I should have known that he was pulling a fast one on me there. HE won't pull it out, he won't let ME pull it out...he won't let me wiggle it or even look at it very long. What was I thinking believing that he was going to let some total stranger rip it out? But I digress.
While we're in the waiting room he is running all around and in generally good spirits. When they call us back to the exam room he lays right down and then hears me talking about my plans for them to pull the tooth out after they do the sealants like him and I had talked about. Well, that sets the tone for the whole appointment.
As soon as they start messing with the loose tooth he starts FREAKING out! He says it's hurts. So the hygienist put some topical numbing medicine on the gums and tells him we will let that tooth get tingly while she works on his sealants. The first step of the sealants is brushing the tooth so it's clean before it's sealed. So she starts polishing it with that thing that sounds somewhat like a mini drill. He freaks out and says it hurts. Then she blows air on it to dry it. He starts kicking his legs and says it hurts. It's freaking AIR! Then she has to put this cotton thing lined with plastic in between his tooth and his cheek so no stuff gets on his cheek and he says that PIECE OF COTTON hurts. Next she paints on the stuff with A PAINTBRUSH and he freaks out and says that hurts. I mean it was everything. The hygienist was trying to be nice and told him there is a difference between something that feels weird and something that hurts and she needs to know if something is REALLY hurting or if he is just scared because something feels different.
Okay, the logical side of me totally understood where she was coming from but the freaked-out-mess part of me that is also, unfortunately, a part of my son knew that when you're all worked up like that....they are basically the same thing. Long story short she ended up trying to make things better by giving him nitrous thinking that would calm him down....it didn't. It just made him say he had a stomach ache along with being all worked up and freaked out. Then her and I talked and although I really wanted the tooth out at that appointment his well-being is waaaay more important so we told him we would ABSOLUTELY not mess with the loose tooth today. It still didn't really calm him down...the damage was already done. But 50 minutes later, for something that should have taken 15, the sealants were on all 4 teeth.
Now, I mention this whole convoluted story because THIS IS SOOOOO ME! But what I realized today was how ridiculous it all is. When you're inside the vortex of a panic attack there is really nothing anyone else can do calm you down. The mind is a powerful thing. I know this. But today's perspective on the whole thing makes me realize a little bit how sometimes things that seems like a huge deal are really not that big of deal and HOPEFULLY when I am in the throws of one of my own panic attacks I can look back on this experience and calm myself down by realizing that whatever it is that I'm panicking about is probably not that big of a deal. Like the hygienist said, "there is a difference between things that feel different and things that hurt".
****UPDATE*****
So while I was at the dentist they did in fact confirm that the tooth was hanging on by a thread. She showed me how to take dental floss and slide in between the gum and the tooth and pop the tooth right out. Well when The Bull (he's a huge Chicago Bulls fan these days and a Taurus) got home from school I tried out my technique on him after a few minutes of fighting and the tooth really did pop right out with no effort on my part and flew across the room. Yay! Finally!!
Today I learned a lot about my anxiety from my son. I took him to the dentist to get sealants on his 6-year molars. No big deal right?
WRONG!
First of all, let me start at the beginning of the story. His top front tooth has been loose FOR.EV.ER! It is literally hanging on my a thread and it is DRIVING ME CRAZY! It looks so horrible and is starting to turn gray. I want to rip it out sooooo bad but I have thus far controlled myself. I did, however, tell him that he had all of Spring Break to pull it out himself or else when we went to the dentist this morning I was going to have them pull it out for him. He agreed that he would let them pull it out.
That was my first mistake. I should have known that he was pulling a fast one on me there. HE won't pull it out, he won't let ME pull it out...he won't let me wiggle it or even look at it very long. What was I thinking believing that he was going to let some total stranger rip it out? But I digress.
While we're in the waiting room he is running all around and in generally good spirits. When they call us back to the exam room he lays right down and then hears me talking about my plans for them to pull the tooth out after they do the sealants like him and I had talked about. Well, that sets the tone for the whole appointment.
As soon as they start messing with the loose tooth he starts FREAKING out! He says it's hurts. So the hygienist put some topical numbing medicine on the gums and tells him we will let that tooth get tingly while she works on his sealants. The first step of the sealants is brushing the tooth so it's clean before it's sealed. So she starts polishing it with that thing that sounds somewhat like a mini drill. He freaks out and says it hurts. Then she blows air on it to dry it. He starts kicking his legs and says it hurts. It's freaking AIR! Then she has to put this cotton thing lined with plastic in between his tooth and his cheek so no stuff gets on his cheek and he says that PIECE OF COTTON hurts. Next she paints on the stuff with A PAINTBRUSH and he freaks out and says that hurts. I mean it was everything. The hygienist was trying to be nice and told him there is a difference between something that feels weird and something that hurts and she needs to know if something is REALLY hurting or if he is just scared because something feels different.
Okay, the logical side of me totally understood where she was coming from but the freaked-out-mess part of me that is also, unfortunately, a part of my son knew that when you're all worked up like that....they are basically the same thing. Long story short she ended up trying to make things better by giving him nitrous thinking that would calm him down....it didn't. It just made him say he had a stomach ache along with being all worked up and freaked out. Then her and I talked and although I really wanted the tooth out at that appointment his well-being is waaaay more important so we told him we would ABSOLUTELY not mess with the loose tooth today. It still didn't really calm him down...the damage was already done. But 50 minutes later, for something that should have taken 15, the sealants were on all 4 teeth.
Now, I mention this whole convoluted story because THIS IS SOOOOO ME! But what I realized today was how ridiculous it all is. When you're inside the vortex of a panic attack there is really nothing anyone else can do calm you down. The mind is a powerful thing. I know this. But today's perspective on the whole thing makes me realize a little bit how sometimes things that seems like a huge deal are really not that big of deal and HOPEFULLY when I am in the throws of one of my own panic attacks I can look back on this experience and calm myself down by realizing that whatever it is that I'm panicking about is probably not that big of a deal. Like the hygienist said, "there is a difference between things that feel different and things that hurt".
****UPDATE*****
So while I was at the dentist they did in fact confirm that the tooth was hanging on by a thread. She showed me how to take dental floss and slide in between the gum and the tooth and pop the tooth right out. Well when The Bull (he's a huge Chicago Bulls fan these days and a Taurus) got home from school I tried out my technique on him after a few minutes of fighting and the tooth really did pop right out with no effort on my part and flew across the room. Yay! Finally!!
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