Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Can I make a confession? Please promise that you won't judge me. Here goes: I miss being pregnant.

I'm missing it so much these days that I'm even going through phantom baby kicks. Each time I feel a kick it very nearly brings me to tears.

I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I love my son with all of my heart and I'm so grateful for him. All we asked for while TTC through infertility was one healthy child, and that's what we got.

While struggling to conceive I used to dread pregnancy announcements on Facebook. I still dread them. They make me jealous in a whole new way.

I don't want another baby. I couldn't handle 2 infants. I just miss being pregnant. And I miss it a lot!

- Posted from my iPhone

Monday, June 13, 2011

Life's Special Moments

I am constantly amazed of the miracle that is my son.  I remember when we were still in the hospital I would hold him and just stare at him.  I could stay that way all day just sitting and staring at him.  As he grows and matures I am still in awe of him.  Each new milestone is as amazing as the last.

One day I was sitting on the floor with Nathan just watching him.  And while I'm in no hurry for him to grow up, I wondered what will he be like as he gets older.  What will I be like?  Will I still be proud of all of his accomplishments?

Then I started to wonder if all other moms are like me.  Did Hitler's mom play with him on the floor when he was a baby?  Was she as fascinated with his growth and development as I am with Nathan's?  Did Hitler Senior ever come home to find his wife blowing raspberries to baby Hitler?

Then those thoughts make me start to worry, what if my son grows up to be evil & homicidal?  So now when I see a criminal on t.v. it makes me sad knowing that s/he started out as an innocent child.  And I wonder if his mom stared at him in complete awe.

Friday, June 3, 2011

More Trauma

I started the Babe on solids at 4 months. At first just a bit of rice cereal once a day. At 5 months I introduced oatmeal and added a meal. Now at close to 6 months he has tried sweet potatoes and banana as well.

When he was exclusively breast fed he would have a poop first thing in the morning, and maybe another one later in the day. Unfortunately now he's not as regular. I blame the iron in the oatmeal.

The other day, you may recall, I was traumatized by his first "real food" poop. I'm still not over it, and yet the traumatic experiences keep coming.

We're currently visiting my parents and while here are using disposable diapers. Today I experienced my first true diaper blow out. Right down the leg of his sleeper.

Not only was I grossed out, the Babe was truly upset and was really crying. You have to understand, he's a lot like his mom and isn't much of a cryer. After the blowout, while I was trying to figure out how to change him and not get poop everywhere, he started to meltdown.

With my dad's help we got him into the kitchen sink for an unscheduled bath. Soon after he was squeaky clean.

One other thing about the "real food" poop that I hate is the lack of predictability. He might poop today, or he might not. I hesitate to leave the house if he hasn't pooped yet. I don't want to get caught out somewhere when he does the big one!

Because he's not as regular you can sure tell when he is going to poop. His face goes so red his whole head looks like a giant pimple! And the grunts! Sometimes it's easy to forget that he's not yet 6 months old.

So I'm thinking his next new food should contain a lot of fibre.

- Posted from my iPhone while on the go!

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