Lately, my toddler has become quite the independent girl. During our bedtime stories, she wants to sit next to me in the glider rather than on my lap. I’m okay with it, because it’s still quite cozy, and it doesn’t affect my ability to do a mean Little Nutbrown Hare or Little Engine That Could. This weekend, however, our collective width surpassed that of the chair. Linnea is not the one who’s rapidly expanding. I actually had to say, “Sorry, honey, but mommy’s butt is too big.”
Yes, folks, Josh and I are expecting Baby #2. I am incredibly happy about this pregnancy, but wow, am I sick. It’s a small (and short-term) price to pay for such a wonderful gift, but it’s still tough to get through the day sometimes.
While I have nausea almost all day, every day, I’m lucky that I’m able to eat. Some pregnant women can’t keep anything down, but I only feel really good in the five-minute period in which I’m devouring the perfect food. The food that I’m craving right at that moment, when everything else sounds utterly revolting, but french fries—ah, french fries—sound like pure joy.
In the past few weeks, such cravings have led me to eat plates full of breakfast potatoes, a bacon cheeseburger, multiple Rice Krispies treats, innumerable bagel sandwiches, a couple of root beer floats, and a chocolate-banana milkshake. That’s just off the top of my head. What’s really disgusting is the weird timing of some of my cravings. I hesitate to share, but here goes. How about some middle-of-the-night beef stew? Or a tuna sandwich, right after breakfast? It makes me sick to type those words, but at those moments, I felt reprieve from my hangover-like malaise.
So, friends, that’s my news. Josh and Linnea are being very good sports as I get through this rough patch, and I am keeping my eye on the darling prize. I had an ultrasound this week, and though I’ve experienced this before, I was still blown away when I saw our tiny baby on the screen, complete with wiggling arm buds and a beating heart.
I love that our family is growing, and, with the exception of trying to find something to wear during this betweener phase, I love that I’m growing, too. Luckily, Linnea has assigned me and my expanding butt our very own chair for watching videos with her. And I have to admit that the timing is quite nice—she’s just taken interest in cartoons, and I think we’ve watched the old animated “Frosty the Snowman” special about five times this week. Linnea spends a good deal of time asking, “Where snowman go?” whenever Frosty isn’t front and center. We’re working on some tricky concepts right now—Santa Claus, a talking snowman, and even a baby in mama’s belly.
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I Want to Know:
- What are you craving these days?
- What’s your favorite kiddie holiday show?