Eating my way through pregnancy

Jul 27, 2015 by

I am writing this at 4:00 am.  I am awake because OF COURSE I am awake.  Pregnancy insomnia IS THE GREATEST.  But really, I’m up because my toddler was playing with my keys and somehow managed to program my car to start every 3 hours.  Apparently pregnant me can’t even sleep through a car starting outside.  You can’t make this shit up.

So anyway, I’m up, and I’m thinking and worrying and writing.  And I’m sad.  Because I it’s 4:00 am, and I’m hungry.  You guys, food is really getting me down.  Yesterday my husband thought it would be fun to tease me by showing me a picture of a box of donuts.  I am not even kidding – I almost cried.

I promised myself that this time around I wouldn’t stress so much about my weight.  I promised myself that I would try to eat healthy but not beat myself up for indulging.  Alas, food and I are not friends right now.

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Deliberate Action, Deciding to Have Children, and Other Life Choices

Jul 18, 2015 by

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This week, we opened a new office in Manchester.  And by we, I mean my employer, who until a year and a half ago was a solo attorney.  When I joined him at that time, he became a ‘we’.  And we are expanding.

He wanted me to update our website and compose an email announcing all of our big changes, both recent and impending.  I am still going to do that, but in the meantime, two tasks became necessary that led to my inadvertent early disclosure of these updates.

First, I had to contact someone outside the firm about adding new names and email addresses to a local professional group we belong to.  So it’s now obvious that our business is growing.

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Oops I did it again: My second pregnancy #unfiltered

Jun 29, 2015 by

So a couple months back, my husband and I were talking about how easy it is having a toddler and how boring life has become now that she has little tantrums and is able to sprint away from us in public and does things like eat crayons and grind her dinner into the living room rug when our backs are turned for 2 seconds.  We figured that we could really use a new challenge involving less sleep, more crying, less alone time, and copious amounts of body fluids to keep us on our toes…

The real story is that my period was late in April so one morning before work I decided to take a pregnancy test just to rule THAT out… As these things go, it was instantly positive.  My brain was like, “NONONONO,” and tears spilled over onto my lap.  Yes, we thought we probably wanted a second child at some point down the road, but our daughter is only 20 months old, we are both in new jobs with very little sick time saved up, and we are in no way financially prepared to have two in diapers, two in daycare, and two college funds.

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My Pregnancy Journal

Oct 6, 2014 by

I made an interesting discovery this week when I was looking through the bookshelf in my daughter’s room: my pregnancy journal, which I kept up from around the sixth week of my pregnancy until she was born.  I even scribbled down labor/delivery details before tucking it away for almost a year.  Reading through it was like opening a 50-year-old time capsule.  It was a whole other era of me, and even though all the memories and special events of that time are still very much at the forefront of my mind, having some insight into my thoughts and feelings during pregnancy is really strange and funny.  Some thoughts on my discovery:

-I kept a pregnancy journal!  Bahahahaha… This is surely something that could never happen again.

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The Fear of Having Post-Partum Depression…AGAIN.

Sep 24, 2014 by

With my first son, I had post-partum depression. But that’s not what this post is about. To be honest, I’m not quite ready to write about that. This is about what happened the second time around.

 

First of all, I did not want to have another baby. Sure, I liked the idea of my son having a sibling (being one of four, I knew the significance of that experience). My husband wanted another child. But I did not. Why would I ever take the chance of going through that horrible nightmare again? Nothing is worth feeling like that. No, not even a child.  

 

Well, the conversation inevitably came up and I gave my husband the same reply every time “I’m just not ready yet.” I used that excuse for about a year. Then in a weak moment (or maybe subconsciously I thought I was ready, I don’t know) I said “Ok, let’s do it”. So I went off the pill and started timing things. About two days later I freaked out: There is NO way I’m doing this again! 

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