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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!