this post is mostly for me. it's a pure pregnancy blab, so if you're not into that kinda thing i suggest you click away and maybe try one of my favorite blogs
here. i blogged about my first pregnancy (although not as much as i wish i would have) and don't want this one to feel left out (i do want to get our blog printed into a book.. someday).
my fear might seem irrational to some. to me, it's very real and the nightmare i had last night solidified that. you all know how fast my labor was with norah (if not, read it
here). i didn't know i was a
7, people. i didn't know i was in
labor. what would've happened if i didn't have a doctor's appointment
that day? so here's my fear: i am
terrified of having to give birth to this baby (or any baby for that matter) at home/in the car/anywhere that's not a hospital. i've heard three stories of the news of it happening within the last month and i've had two friends tell me "oh my aunt had to do that." thanks. that helps. as soon as my doctor walked into the room at my first visit, i made him well aware of the possibility. he agreed and proceeded to joke to joe about bringing lots of towels. thanks. that helps. what does help is that we live 1.4 miles from the nearest hospital. phew. (although, it's not the one my doctor delivers at. bummer.)
i don't remember craving anything when i was pregnant with norah. this one is a different story. i ate a whole cucumber today (and yesterday).
[side note: i found a really cool website after looking up the nutritional value of cucumbers and wondering if it is healthy to devour a whole cucumber, everyday. it's called Nutrition Data. check it out
here.]
anyway, other things i have been eating like crazy include apples. peeled (i know, i know there goes the nutritional value). sliced thin. daily. peppered beef jerky. i'll eat it 'til my sinuses are burning. jack link's brand only. the last thing on my list of consumption is chicken. double yuck.
i finally felt this baby move. with norah, i swear i felt her at 12 weeks. i am now 17 weeks and just barely feeling the little peanut squirm. i'm hoping this means one thing and one thing only: that this baby is a little more laid back than our lovely sassa-frass (love her, by the way).
it's true what they say, your core muscles "remember" pregnancy and just give in once another one comes around. the ugly truth: my garments come up to my belly button and i can't button my pants.
guess it's time to whip out the maternity clothes.
or make some.
hm.