Motherhood Uncensored

I Love You, She Said...

... lifting her head off the pillow for the 240th time.

"I love you too, baby" I replied. More than the air I breathe.

Now for the love of all things sacred in this universe, particularly my sanity, please go to sleep.

(1 hour and 25 minutes into waiting for her to fall asleep for her nap).

More on this tomorrow...

I Can't Believe I Played the Santa Card

I vowed I would never do it. And now I fear that since I did, all my other "I'll never do or say that ever" are going to creep up behind me like that weird old lady at church.

Let me back up for a minute and tell you all that my daughter LOVES Santa Claus. Yes. She is 2 years old and LOVES HIM. At this past Christmas, she was obsessed with that claymation Rudolph movie (thank god because her other choice was the lovely BRATZ dvd my mother-in-law thought was "cute"...) and there he was. SANTA.

"ANTA ANTA ANTA" she would say. Over and over and over.

And it didn't end at Christmas. Even when we got home in January, she would ask about him. Hell. I lucked out and bought her all kinds of Santa gear for $1 thanks to the lovely post-holiday sales. She was in heaven. And I was in Santa hell.

Even better, when St. Patty's rolled around, she thought all the leprechauns were... you guessed it... SANTA. Hilarious.

And so, when she decided to sass me all day today, I whipped it out showing the world what a great mother I am. "You need to clean up right now or I will tell Santa."

She gasped. It was painful. And then she picked up her toys like a crazed rabbit.

What's sad is that I didn't really need to use it. She's really awesome and so helpful, but I was SOOOOO tired and I just couldn't count or remind her ONE MORE TIME. And so I said it. And then I felt awful.

I was hoping she had forgotten it but then when daddy came home, she said "Santa coming." He looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders.

Hey. At least the room was clean.

A Good Name is Hard to Find

I know we have a lot of time left in order to figure out a name for this child, however, considering we have absolutely NO prospects right now, I'm thinking it might behoove me to get started.

I never really understood why people would invest in a baby name book until now. Now being the point where I say a name and my husband goes "Great, if you're trying to name your Aunt's mole." And then he throws out a name and I say "Sure, if she was a hooker."

Yeah. It's good times around The Mom Trap household.

With our daughter, I suggested Quinlan and to my surprise, he loved it. We had one argument about her middle name and then that was it. Perfection. Loved it.

But now, we're totally stuck. And it sucks.

So, I've been reading Fidget's blog (who is also preggo with #3 - HOORAY and OMG!) because she's going through the entire alphabet with names that she likes (how cool is that). But, I'm open for suggestions. I know it can be a sticky subject, particularly the whole "name stealing" issue, but I'd love to hear the names you love.

And if you're curious, I like different, but not odd. Old, but not totally old-fashioned. Nothing popular or overrused. And it should be at least 2 syllables.

Let's hear some names, people!

It's A...

LEG!

 

Yeah. And that's about it. Turns out the tech (who can't tell me anyway) couldn't see anything and so unless I ask for another u/s later on (and pay for it), I won't be able to find out.

But click here to read my solution... (it's at the bottom).

When Did My Pregnancy Become About You?

Apparently I’ve passed the 12 week grace period where people either didn’t know I was pregnant or they didn’t ask because they knew that I had experienced a couple of early miscarriages. But all of a sudden, it’s like a light went off on my forehead and everyone seems to think it’s time to bless me with their amazing insights regarding pregnancy.

Quite frankly, I can deal with the attempts at belly rubbing or due date asking or even the “My, are you carrying twins?” questions. That’s old hat and considering I’m now dealing with a toddler and 2^nd trimester exhaustion (when does it become the bliss everyone says?), I just bat them away with my purse like a crotchety old lady.

I can even handle the “good luck to you with 2 under 3” comments. You know, those misguided and entirely unnecessary “Enjoy it while you can because you’re never going to sleep” or “Be careful what you wish for because chances are #2 is going to be a hellion” remarks that people feel obligated to bestow on you because they are lacking something in their life (like common sense and decency). Honestly, I’d rather them just pat my belly and ask me how much weight I’ve gained then have to endure one more person telling me how hard it’s going to be.

I get that. TWO KIDS. It’s hard. Thanks for adding to my already high anxiety level with your thoughtful words.

But clearly, the worst of it all has to be listening to my relatives tell me that they don’t want to know the gender of our child. Take my mother, for example. “I don’t want to know because if you lose this one I don’t want to know if it was a boy or girl.”

NICE. (And you thought it was just my in-laws that were wacky).

My in-laws are the same way. Because it’s their baby and so they get to decide whether you find out or not. Right.

Last time, we didn’t find out and so all the old folks who live in the green camp, you know the “there’s-only-a-few-surprises-in-life” camp, loved us. But this time, after having two miscarriages, dealing with a huge move and a possibly stressful living situation, I want to know. And I will wear my gender specific shirt at my gender specific shower with great pride, regardless of who wants or doesn't want to know.

However, there is a little problem.

We couldn’t see jackshit on the ultrasound. Plus, in true Mississippi/Air Force fashion, the tech and the radiologist can’t tell you, so unless I get another u/s at my doctor’s office (which won’t be covered by insurance), I won’t know.

But you have to admit, it is a pretty cute leg.

And just in case you're wondering, I have considered telling everyone it's a penis. So what if it has a knee joint? Most people just nod when you show them these things anyway.