Baby #1: I was 37″ around at this point
Baby #2: I am 39″ around
I can really see and feel the difference too. My bump feels so effing big. Like impossibly huge for someone only 6 months pregnant.
I’m so exhausted right now, I’m feeling a little murderous. H had a really difficult time adjusting back to his normal bedtime routine during and after his illness so he was just like not going down easy and waking up a lot for over a week. There were a few days were I was up for the day at 2:30am holding my stuffed up child while he slept upright on me. This pregnancy is just exhausting in general though: working, chasing H, being a functioning human being, etc. There certainly is a lot less down time and 95% of the day, I feel like I’m running on empty. I’ve come to the point where even preparing dinner is a momentous task that just can’t be accomplished some nights.
Recently I went in to see the OB and I clearly remember stating “this baby doesn’t seem to move very much and when it does, it’s hardly at all compared to my first baby”. I would love to take that comment back. Baby #2 has been kicking the shit out of me for the past 5 days. All hours of the day! I’ve also not been feeling that great (my stomach is hurting a lot, ugh), so it’s putting me in a pretty sour mood. The other day, Baby #2 and H kicked each other at the same time somehow through me – that felt pretty awful. Already they are fighting or fighting for my attention.
H had his 2 year checkup on Friday where the doctor discovered that his right ear never resolved the infection, so he was put on another antibiotic. Overall, H is healthy though – 37th percentile in height and 10th percentile in weight. He’s a small guy with a giant personality. Yesterday, after I picked him up from school and we pulled into the driveway and he yelled, “Careful!”. I don’t even know where he gets this stuff.
We’re also trying to work on H’s hitting. He hits a lot and he’s starting to throw things too. Yesterday, he had an incident report at school because he threw a play fork at another kid. He’s like the king of incident reports… I’m going to speak with the school director next week to try and formulate a plan to put an end to this kind of unsavory behavior. I feel like I can somewhat manage it at home by talking him out of things, but it doesn’t always work – and he hits me more than anyone else. I’ve read books, but I think that formulating a plan with someone who actually knows my kid will be more helpful. I’ve dug deep and found more patience than I thought I ever had, but toddlers are tough. They are always changing – like daily. My brain is not fluid enough to predict these changes either. However, today I witnessed a kid having a nuclear meltdown in the supermarket – like screaming and crying, and the mother just calmly kept doing whatever she was doing. 1. I was so happy it wasn’t H and me, and 2. I don’t think I’d be able to calmly tackle my shopping list with that situation going on. This is the second time I’ve witnessed this in only the past week, and both times the moms were really chill about it – I need more chillness I think.
I’m taking tomorrow off – I doubt that I’ll discover more chillness in 1 day, but I’m going to try.