Well hello there, 2nd Trimester

So I am officially in the second trimester today.  Or yesterday.  Or whatever.  I'm over 13 weeks, so there you go.

This is the slow, boring part of the pregnancy.  I feel better, but I'm still tired, and I still get nauseous and that OMG IF I DON'T EAT IN THE NEXT FOUR SECONDS I AM GOING TO DIE feeling.  But this is pretty uneventful.  I feel some flutters, but no real movement.   Nothing exciting at the next appt -- hear the heartbeat again, which is super cool, but we'll hear it at every appointment here on out.   So we are in the boring part of pregnancy.

PJ has started to walk just holding on to one hand now.  He usually starts cracking up and ends up falling down, but we're getting there.  I think he'll be walking on his own in the next month or so.   He crawled pretty late, and since he's so good at that now he probably is just taking a bit longer.  I'm okay with that.

My good friend Rita, who has a 7 month old, is pregnant again.  She's due November 20, so she's about 5 weeks behind me.  She's a little freaked out (her little ones will be 14 months apart) but I know she'll be able to handle it.   Her older brothers are 15 months apart and she and her middle bro are 18 months apart.   So I guess she's following in mama's footsteps. :)

I've decided in each blog post, I'm gonna post something that's going to go in my "What happens after labor is over" book.  Today's topic:  Afterbirth.

Afterbirth is pretty much all the shit (literally and figuratively) that is still inside after your beautiful bundle of happiness is out.   Before they stitch you up (we'll talk about that later), a nurse will pretty much straddle you and push down on your "I had a baby in there about two minutes ago and it's stretched out to proportions I didn't know possible" uterus to get it all out.   It's painful -- not excruciating, not terrible, but your abdomen feels like someone is dropping a car on it.    It's important that this all comes out though. 

This might be a good time for your husband to go see the baby in the nursery.  John was a trooper during the entire birth, and was not grossed out.  But even he, upon hearing what was coming, kissed my forehead, and said "I'm gonna go see PJ, babe."

I really need to put up some pics.

The problem is I usually update my blog at work, and my pics are at home.   Oh well.  I'll get to it some day!  If you're reading this though, you're probably my FB friend, so you can see them there, dammit!

I think I have a little bit of a belly, it's definitely protruding more than before and definitely sooner than with PJ.  I'll have John take a pic tonight and I will POST IT.  Hahaha.  Still nauseous, and dry heaving, which is just really, such a great time.  I think I'll be switching to full on maternity close in a few weeks.   Which is fine with me, because really, maternity clothes are like pajamas.  And they are pretty cute nowadays, so I really have no issues with it whatesoever.  I am also peeing like crazy which is just so much fun.   Really.  You should try it.

My happiness turns ONE year old a week from today.  I can't even begin to wrap my head around that.   It's just amazing how much joy, happiness and fun he has brought into our lives.  I honestly think that with everything that has happened in the past year or so I would not be able to have gotten through without that smiling face and that adorable laugh to cheer me up.   No matter what happens, a smile from PJ makes me feel better, no matter what went on. 

It's amazing how different things were a year ago.  A year ago, my mom could walk on her own.  She was working.  She could utilize her left hand at least.   She was able to get dressed, go to the bathroom, do things for herself.  Now she can't even stand up from a sitting position.    She'll never be able to pick up PJ or anything, and that still is hard for me.

Enough about that.  This is a happy post.

PJ's taking steps!

Holding on to the table, or whatever it might be, but those little legs are moving!! Once he stops being scared of letting go, I think he'll be able to walk on his own!  He also got his first haircut Saturday, and he was a very good boy.  He looks so cute with his new haircut.   He's also been quite funny and active the past few days.   I can't believe he's turning 1 in just two weeks.

Still feeling super nauseous.  I am really hoping it goes away once the second trimester hits, but that is still 5 weeks away.   It's all worth it, but man.

On the bright side, I discovered laughing cow cheese.  UM YUM.

7 weeks, 3 days.

Stomach bile does NOT TASTE GOOD.   In the slightest.  It's definitely not one of the tastes you like to have lingering in your mouth.  And for those of you who are still reading, let me give you a run through of my mornings during this blessed 1st trimester.

5:30 a.m.  John's alarm goes off.  PJ might or might not be up.  If he isn't, I go pee and then I stay in bed.  If he is, I go pee, get him and we lay in bed and cuddle till John is down showering.

5:50 a.m.  John comes back upstairs after his shower.  If PJ is with me, we go downstairs, change diaper, make daddy's lunch, nurse.  If not, I go downstairs and make daddy's lunch.  And I go pee.

Approximately 6:00 - 6:15 a.m.  The urge to vomit because severe.  Kneel by the toilet.  Cough a couple times.  Dry heave.  Produce bile.  Yummy.  (During this time, John also leaves for work and PJ is probably in his jumperoo watching Blue's Clues or still sleeping).

Immediately following the bile:  Brush teeth.  Hard. Go pee.

6:15 a.m. -- till the rest of the day.  Continue to feel nauseous.  Except while eating.  But can't eat 24/7.

By the way, today we are craving Mexican.  So I had it for lunch and I am having it for dinner.  Mexican has been my craving a lot lately.

Did I mention I have to go pee?

Being nauseous sucks.

Especially when it's not for a good reason.  I've been nauseous for about a week now, and today I just feel so icky.   I am not sure what to eat because I really don't want to throw up again.  Hopefully there's a good reason behind it.    I didn't get much sleep last night and PJ was especially irritable, which was very helpful when I feel like I might vomit at any minute.  I was gonna start our new sleeping method for him last night, but I just couldn't deal with it considering how I felt.  And it looks like tonight isn't going to be much better.