Thursday, May 26, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
I first thought said stomach bug was food poisoning as I immediately became sick after eating some strawberries from the farm up the road. This caused me great pain (no pun intended) as those strawberries were damn good and I was immediately sad I'd never be able to buy them again. Until the next day when I found out Matt's mom had the bug too, so she clearly gave it to me when we had them over for dinner on Sunday. Score one for my beloved strawberry farm, zero for my immune system.
Now, almost four days later, I feel much better though am still living solely on a diet of soup, carbs, and Gatorade. Tomorrow I hope to get back to my normal pregnancy diet of carbs, cheese, and ice cream...kidding, kidding.
Hope to be back to normal tomorrow and proving some slightly more interesting posts next week ;)
Friday, May 13, 2011
Check out her Brooklyn Brownstone. She and her contractor hubby completely redid the entire thing using mostly refurbished and sustainable materials. It's stunning. Girl knows how to decorate, and having a hubby who knows how to build stuff doesn't hurt either. I love the neutral palette and soft textures. And I really need that tufted ottoman for my living room.
And while we're on the subject, I also really love her worn jeans and rolled up oxford. She looks so "Oh I just came back from the farmer's market and didn't expect you" yet in a way that doesn't make you hate how stunning she is.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
So I brought them all in and sorted them into the bags and bins you see above. And this is what Matt came home too one night after work. Sadly these conditions don't really phase him anymore as it's not unlike me to suddenly reorganize the kitchen cabinets or Madelyn's closet. In fact, I think he'd be more worried if I wasn't engaging in this borderline obsessive behavior.
Anyways, I sorted Madelyn's old clothes into piles, lamenting over each little ruffle and embroidered stitch and wondering how shopping for a boy could ever be fun. I laughed, I cried, I organized like a maniac. And here's where we ended up.
- 1 bag of the clothes I just can't part with because they're so stinken cute I want to keep them forever and them embarrass her with them when she gets older
- 1 bag of clothes that are gender-neutral enough for our sweet boy
- 2 stuffed-t0-the-brim trash bags for Goodwill
- 1 bin of super cute items I want to keep for my friends who have girls
- and 1 bin of items to take to the consignment shop
Here's a picture of my loot, including two Ralph Lauren items WITH tags that I got for $5.95 each.
Monday, May 9, 2011
We were thrilled to get a good report from the doctor and reassurance that he's growing and thriving and appears healthy! Just like his mama who has put on SEVEN pounds since her last check up a brief four weeks ago. I'd like to say those are all in my boobs but I fear that's not the case.
On another note, anyone watching my girl Bethenny's season finale tonight?! I'm going to try my best to stay up for it and not go to bed at 9 like the geriatric I'm quickly becoming. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
For beginners, no one really fawns over you like they did the first time. It's kind of like getting pregnant the first time was an amazing emotional accomplishment and this time is more like the predictable movie sequel.
You're much (emphasis on the much) more tired because you already have a toddler to take care of. And if they're anything like mine, they insist on a game called "run mommy, run!" all. over. the. house. The first time you got to rest whenever you wanted because the only person you really had to take care of was yourself, and all that really meant was eating and sleeping. And getting pedicures because there was plenty of time and no way you could feasibly reach your toes yourself.
The first pregnancy you anxiously read emailed baby updates every week and thumb through "What to Expect When Expecting" daily relaying the most interesting and shocking tidbits to your husband, parents, friends, etc. You take pictures of your growing belly every week documenting its growth to the day. The second pregnancy no one really asks how big the baby is this week or how you're feeling, and you're so busy with your already child-filled life you realize at nearly 20 weeks you haven't taken one belly picture.
The first time you plan the nursery months in advance, playing close attention to every detail, safety precaution, product recall, and SIDS warning. Today I realized I'd rewritten "choose nursery paint color" on my to do list for the third week in a row because I just haven't had a chance to do it. And it would probably take me 4 minutes.
The first time you wouldn't even think of touching caffeine, excess sugar, (wine, ahem), or lunch meat. The second time you enjoy the occasional glass of red, you eat feta, and you suddenly subscribe to the mentality that a little caffeine never hurt anyone. It's like once you've been blessed with a healthy baby you become incrementally less worried about the next and just assume everything will be fine. Though I don't think my current consumption of candy corn is helping anyone.
You're also more emotional. Like, a lot more emotional. Because the first time you're excited but you have no idea what being a parent means, or the emotional connection you'll have with your child. This time you know exactly how meaningful it is and how deep an impact it has on your life which makes it even more amazing and awe-inspiring. And tear-inducing. When I saw our little boy on the screen a few weeks ago I immediately started bawling so badly the technician had to stop what she was doing and get me a tissue. I never once cried at one of Madelyn's ultrasounds. I didn't quite get it yet. Now it just blows me away.
I'd say the second time I feel much more lucky, because I realize what a tremendous honor it is to not only be Madelyn's mother but also what it will mean to parent our sweet baby boy. I'm more relaxed, because I don't have the extra energy to stress and worry. And I'm trying to cherish every minute because I see how quickly Madelyn has gone from a baby to a little person, and I know with two it's not going to get any quieter around here :)