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Honesty in pregnancy

My friend M-B has a blog where she captures life raising two boys. One of her frequent titles is "Honesty in parenting" and I couldn't get it out of my mind when I was thinking about what to write today. So M-B, this one's for you, whether you like it or not.

Two weeks ago I had just recovered from a 5 week bout with a head cold that turned into sinusitis. Good thing Sudafed is okay to take during the second trimester because that stuff saved my life. Literally. Okay, not literally, but pretty close. Anyway, was just feeling better when I was hit with a stomach bug. I initially thought it was morning sickness as I woke up feeling okay and then threw up, but instead of feeling better, I started to feel really crummy.

Made it through work all day without throwing up, but wanted to. Just kept telling myself I was fine. But when I got home that night and was hanging out with little c (Daddy was at class), I couldn't convince myself any longer that I was okay. No, I certainly was not okay.

Started throwing up just after dinner, but I had my lovely companion beside me to pat me on the back and alternate with "What doin' Mommy?" and "Mommy's funny!" the entire time I was barfing. That wasn't so bad. And the next time wasn't so bad. But the next time, after I had got little c down to bed, I threw up AND full-on wet my pants at the same time. Gotta love throwing up while having two babies jockeying for position on your bladder.

Oh, and if you really want to know, the next time I missed the toilet completely.

Out of the mouth of babes

We had a lovely weekend with little c. It included a very cold and windy trip to the zoo, letting him make his own sandwich (the kid is obsessed with watching everything we do from the vantage point of standing on his new little chair and now wants to get his own meals ready), lots of time spent playing with Play Doh, dinner with new friends who are also expecting twins, fun at church, and having a blast with Stacey & Bryce while Mommy & Daddy went to a Superbowl Party.

But the highlight for me was when I was changing one of his 4 daily dirty diapers yesterday. He looked up at me and said:

"Mommy's an old lady and Daddy's an old man!"

Well, he's half right! But we'll make sure we don't let Daddy hear that or he'll feel worse about being 40.

Bump spotting

And now for the moment some of you have been waiting for, and e-mailing me about, and leaving comments on my Facebook page. The first belly shot. How I wish I'd done one at 12 weeks when my belly looked more like it had a food baby in it, not two babies.

So, my idea is to have Cohen hold the picture frame indicating which week this is. Unfortunately, someone was too grumpy, or, turns out, sick with an ear infection, to join me for the photo. Hopefully he can overcome for the next photo. Or maybe the fact that he's two and the game has now changed entirely!! will prevent him from being in any photos. Time will tell. Or maybe I'll stumble upon a really great bribe, because the ones I offered on Sunday didn't tempt him enough.

Without further ado...
I looked back at my pregnancy photos of Cohen and realized I'm about the same size I was for this photo:
where I was about 23 weeks. Funny that I was already wearing maternity clothes because I was so excited to start wearing them. Now I'm holding off as long as I possibly can. Fortunately my clothing style has aligned with current fashion and I've already got some ruched tops that accommodate the bulge. This was just a couple of days, or maybe a day, before Tara's little lady, Charlotte, arrived. Doesn't she look great for being 40 weeks?

So there you have it. Christian is going to have to zoom out for the next photos. I fear the tight shots will have to come to an end!