Thanks to you all for your FABULOUS hair advice on my last post!! I’ve decided to just keep on keepin’ on for now… so hats and flat irons have become my best friends for now. I will probably get the mane ‘cleaned up’ sometime soon, but for now I am going to wait. THANKS FOR HELPING ME!!!
Ezra started school on Tuesday.
The apple was for his teacher and the smile was for pure joy at the prospect of getting to PLAY again and not be holed up with mamma all day everyday.
(I had a similar smile on my face as well. heh.)
He loooves school, and is doing really well in his class so far.
I am EIGHTEEN weeks pregnant already. Excuse me, say whaaa?
There are only about 11 days, 23 hours, 37 minutes, and 21 seconds until we find out what we’re having.
Not that I’m counting or anything.
I heard another fabulous idea about how to make ‘finding out the gender’ more special/fun. A friend of my neighbor’s told me they had the technician write the sex down on a card and seal it up. Then they took that card to a bakery and told the bakers to make a cake covered with white frosting, but to die the inside of the cake pink or blue according to what the card said. On the top of the cake they wrote “It’s A ….?” Then, they took the cake home and invited all their friends/family over for dessert & coffee. Everyone gathered around when they cut into the cake, and everyone got to find out together what they were having by the pink or blue insides!
Isn’t that so SWEET? (PUN alert.) And ELABORATE? I love the idea but reallllly don’t know if I have the patience for any extra hours of waiting. But Chris likes the idea, so it’s not entirely off our plates yet. (I’m feeling PUNtastic today.)
I’m still feeling good, although my back is cracking all the time and bothering me at night which makes me feel like a geezer. I was a sprite 21 years of age when I first got pregnant with Ezra, and I guess all these aches and pains (I’m not even halfway yet!!) make me feel old-ish.
I think part of it may have to do with the fact that last time I was pregnant, I had Diastasis Recti, which is where the abdominal muscles separate in pregnancy and you get a nice, pointy, triangular belly instead of a cute little round one.
Apparently, there are exercises you can do after pregnancy to try and fuse these muscles together again, but I was unaware of the need to do anything about it at the time. So, my muscles stayed separated. I know this because whenever I flex my abdominal muscles now, my preggo belly turns into a pointy, triangular ridge again. I’ve heard this can cause some women back pain with subsequent pregnancies, and I’m thinking that may be part of the reason I am feeling rickety. Did anyone else have a triangular belly while pregnant? I felt like an alien last time around. Like a freaky-freak of nature.
Lastly, MY HUSBAND IS AMAZING.
photo credit: the amazing Sam Lamb
Whenever he comes home from work and can tell it has been “one of those days” at home, he borrows the neighbor’s bike trailer, straps the kids in, and disappears with them for an hour or so… riding them around and taking them to play at the park. He’s one of those husbands… one of those dads… and I am a lucky, lucky, LUCKY woman to have him. He’s so considerate and observant and understanding. I love you, baby!