Now that Rainbow has arrived, I’ve been trying to keep the Princess amused as I cannot move as fast as I once did. We had craft time over the weekend and I had some seashell’s laying around and I thought, why not make these into a craft.
- Assorted Seashells
- Assorted decorations such as buttons, sparkles and ribbon
- Wash the shells and let dry
- Paint the desired colour and again, let dry
As of May 31st, my maternity leave began and I cannot express how happy I am. It could be that working full-time while chasing a 4 1/2 year old around or the fact I’m pregnant, but I am TIRED! No longer do I have to rush to drop off the Princess at school then rush to the subway to travel for 40 minutes to get to work. Instead, I leisurely (more like waddle, but leisurely sounds better) walk her to school and then walk home. I still do some aspects of my job, but fortunately I can do all of that from home and it’s only for a short period of time a day, so I can get in my noon nap. I am very grateful that for the next year I will be home with my babes, enjoying every moment life will throw at us.
Yesterday, I had thought that it was ‘time’. I have been feeling pretty craptacular lately and while laying in bed I felt a gush and then contractions. I called the hospital and they told me to come in. Within an hour I was in the oh so flattering gown and hooked up to the monitors. The doctor came in to inform me I was having mild contractions but that it was false labour. I stayed home today to get some rest and my contractions were on and off but never increasing in intensity. So I looked online and here are just a few signs that you are having false labour and not real labour.
- Contractions are unpredictable. They vary in length, intensity and come at irregular intervals.
- Position of Pain. With false labour, the pain is often located in your lower abdomen.
- Changes in Position. With false labour, the contractions may subside by changing position or activity.
- Lack of Other Symptoms. False labour lacks other symptoms such as bloody show or a broken water.
- Walking. Unlike real labour, walking has no effect on false labour.
Today the Princess had her very first school dance. The dance was for the fundraising the children had done to raise money for their school’s physical education program, with partial proceeds going to their sister school’s healthy snack program. It was a “Hollywood” theme and the children were encouraged to dress up. There was even a mini red carpet for them to walk down with parental paparazzi to take their photo. Needless to say, the Princess posed and I even had one mother tell me I should enroll her in acting classes because she “just loves the camera.” Tell me something I don’t know LOL! The Princess danced the entire time and loved every minute. It was a real joy to watch.
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For most people, they either look like one parent or the other. The Princess is her Daddy’s mini look-a-like. And after today’s 3-D ultrasound, our Rainbow is too. Not too long ago, I had a dream where the Rainbow was big, had dark brown hair and looked like me and for a while I thought that maybe it was a premonition of what was to come. But when I saw his handsome face come on the screen, I burst out laughing because it was startling how much he looked like his Dad and sister.
As a kid and even now I joke that I have reject genes. I’m short like my Dad, blind like my Mother, and my Dad’s wicked awful knees. And so after today, I made the joke of saying “I now know it’s true that I have reject genes. Even in utero, my kids are like “No Thanks.” LOL But it’s not all bad, my children are both beautiful.
“Eat up, you’re eating for two now.” We’ve all heard it, you have to eat more when you’re pregnant and weight gain is in the forefront of every woman’s mind. With the Princess, I gained a whopping 40 pounds, most of it to my face, feet and back side. I exploded. My friends giggled when we’d go out for dinner and I would shout at them “I can only waddle so fast,” while trying to beat the clock at the cross walk. With our Rainbow, I’ve only gained 6 pounds. Drastic difference from 40. I’ve been to the doctor numerous times and constantly asked if something was wrong. He assured me that our Baby Boy is big and strong and healthy and weight gain in pregnancy is all relative.
I’ve had lots of people ask me if I am eating enough, even eating at all and have had them constantly stuff food in front of me trying to get me to eat. I eat. I don’t stop myself from eating when I’m hungry, I eat what I’m supposed to. I eat healthier though. Instead of consuming bagels and cream cheese for breakfast, I eat a smoothie and a piece of multigrain toast with peanut butter. And for cravings, I’ve been downing ice water like it’s no one’s business. While with the Princess, I gave into every single craving I had, and there were many.
According to most doctors, the general rule is if you are underweight, you should gain somewhere between 28 to 40 lbs., 25-35 lbs. if you are average weight, and 15-20 lbs. if you are overweight. My doctor also said that women who are severely overweight shouldn’t gain any weight at all. So never mind all that stuff about eating twice as much when pregnant, instead eat twice as healthy.
It happens every night at 8:30. Boredom kicks in. And then comes the cravings. I have been really good at pushing them away and not giving in. But they are persistent. I’m craving ice cream. Delicious ice cream. I try and distract myself from thinking about it.
I do the dishes. Hmm, the bowls are clean, what better way to dirty them than with ice cream.
I fold and refold the Rainbow’s clothing. I organize and reorganize his drawers. Then I see the bib with an ice cream cone on it.
I could always go for a walk. And then again Baskin Robbins is only a 5 minute walk from our home.
I read a book. What would make reading this book better? Eating ice cream.
I watch TV show. And of course I watch the Food Network and what’s on? Ice cream.
Hubby and I have a conversation and without fail it always turns into a game of Rock Paper Scissors as to who is doing the ice cream run.
Even as we speak, I am writing a post and what is it about…ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I woke up with a gray hair right on the top of my head. I’m only 27 and thought to myself “I’m too young for this.” But after this first, I know why. The Princess was invited to a birthday party today and like all the other parties, parents are welcome to stay. Not this one. I was not at all prepared for it. In all the correspondence I had with the Mom, not once did she mention that parents were not to stay. So when the Princess and I arrived, she took the Princess’ jacket and informed me pick up time was at 3:30. I must have had a bizarre look on my face. I choked a little bit and then went and said my goodbye’s to the Princess and informed her I would be back later. I walked outside and immediately called Hubby.
“They won’t let me stay. I don’t feel right about this. She’s only 4,” I stammered, holding back the tears.
He agreed that it was a little weird but said she’d probably be ok.
So like a crazy woman, I went to the coffee shop across the street and watched through the window. I constantly watched my clock and then made periodical walk-by’s. In my opinion, 4 years old is not old enough to be left alone. I’m sure I looked crazy but it’s my job to keep her safe.
At 3:15, I picked her up early and she was just fine. So despite walking up and down the street, holding back the tears, the Princess survived her first birthday party without me.
Everyone says that you get less Zz’s while pregnant but the dreams you do have are much more vivid when pregnant. Many believe that the additional hormones are to blame for the heavier dream load and the constant tossing and turning makes you interrupt the REM cycle therefore remembering more dreams in sometimes more vivid details. I have been having my fair share of bizarre dreams and here are just a few.
- Very early on I had a dream that I gave birth early to a baby boy (psychic maybe?) and he was deformed but my Dad was cuddling him nonetheless. Apparently these dreams represent an anxiety about the babies health. It is likely since early on we were worried we would lose it, my subconscious was going into worry overdrive.
- This one was truly weird but I dreamt that Hubby and I were camping on a beach and the entire campsite was being attacked by Bigfoot. We tried to trap it with a dummy made out of carrot (???) but it ended up just throwing carrot sticks at us. Then somehow the Bigfoot pushed a woman into the water where she was circled by sharks. Dream decipherers believe that dreams of being attacked by animals, albeit fictitious animals, represents a fear of vulnerability. Or I ate too many Tums before bed.
- Lately I’ve been dreaming about loved ones that have passed on. My Nan, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, and last night dreamt of my family dog I had as a kid, have been a mainstay in my dreams. Some may not believe this, but I like to believe that people we love will visit us in our dreams to let us know things will be ok. However, dreams of relatives who have passed away may be the subconscious’ way of connecting the old and new generations. But it usually leaves me reaching for tissues when I wake up. Hormones and sad memories equal a whole box of Kleenex used and in the trash.
- I have also had very vivid dreams about certain people in popular culture. I had a dream I was on tour with the Jonas Brother’s, whose music I have never listened to and then the other night I had a very realistic dream about Snooki. Somehow the cast of Jersey Shore (a show I don’t watch) and I were visiting my sister who was building a house. I then turned to Snooki and said “It is a sad thing that future generations will look back and realize you would be considered an influential person during that time.” It’s even more sad when you wake up and realize that is true.
What crazy dreams did you have when you were expecting?
I told you the Princess hates eggs.
It wasn’t too long ago when the Princess and I did battle in the ring with Five Rounds at Dinner Time! I wish I could say that things have improved but alas they haven’t. Hubby and I have tried almost everything. From time-out to negotiating “one more bite”, Princess has a certain will power to dominate meal times.
I definitely don’t make her eat foods I know she hates but the rule is, if there is something new served, you have to try at least one bite. The Princess is rather particular with her menu. She hates eggs, and I am not even sure hate is even strong enough to describe her disgust for eggs. She likes her cereal without milk, don’t even bother giving her oatmeal ( and who can blame her, blech, that stuff is gross), she doesn’t like roast beef deli meat and don’t even bother putting mustard on her sandwiches, mayonnaise only. She dislikes mushrooms and green beans, but pretty much everything else she’ll try. It seems like her battle with dinner isn’t about the food, but to see how much she can get away with.
“How many more bites?” is a pretty common question at dinner time but Hubby and I have had enough. We have tried time-out, leaving the table if she does not eat within a reasonable time, negotiate, and tell her “there are people who go without don’t you know.” Nothing seemed to work. If we fought her on dinner, she’d put herself to bed 2 hours before her actual bedtime in defiance. If we negotiated bites, she still asked for dessert and if we refused, a full on temper tantrum ensued.
Frustrated with mealtimes, I found some very helpful mealtime tips that have really helped. The Canadian Medical Association Baby & Child Health suggests taking the battle out of dinnertime. They suggest only giving 1 tablespoon of food per year of your child’s age and always recommend giving less and letting your child ask for more. If your child refuses, don’t make them eat, but state that they are not allowed to leave the table until everyone at the table is finished. No more fighting, arguing or negotiating, make dinnertime less of a battle. If after the meal they state they are hungry, snacks and desserts are not an option, but instead offer them the food they refused. Remove any snacks in between meals if finishing their larger meals becomes an issue. So far this has worked and meals haven’t been as bad. Hubby and I aren’t frustrated and the Princess is definitely missing out on desserts and snacks. I have removed sugary treats from her lunch and replaced them with healthier options so she only has an all healthy lunch. Meals are becoming more of a family time and less of Battleground Zero.