Duuude, today was an emotional roller coaster. Thank you, pregnancy!
Things started out great. It was supposed to be my husband’s sleep-in day, but my daughter woke up five times last night, all of which I had to deal with, and then she wanted to wake up for the day at 5:50am and I was just… dead. So, my husband volunteered to wake up with her! He can be a great guy. I was so damn grateful.
I got up around 7:30am feeling well rested. I got some things done around the house while my husband took a walk on the beach, and when he got back I took a shower. I know, for most people, that’s probably not worth mentioning, but I get a shower like two, maybe three times per week. It’s a special occasion. Then my daughter and I headed out to do some birthday preparations! We went to the grocery store and picked up a cake, candles, decorations, and cards. We went back to his parents’ house, put bows all over the desk shelves, signed the cards, and got everything set up for tomorrow. Most impressive, I took my daughter on three car rides, and kept her awake the whole time! This is key, because if she passes out in the car, even for five minutes, her nap is ruined.
We got home, and my daughter utterly lost her shit. Lately she’s been unusually cooperative, happy, and just unbelievably adorable. Seriously. I stare at her… all the time. But when we got home from that very successful morning, it was as though she’d been saving all her crazy for one concentrated moment. She was screaming and thrashing and making no sense. I’m pretty sure all she wanted was for me to hold her, but we were both starving and there is now way my pregnant ass can hold her and prepare us both lunch at the same time. My husband came out to help again, and I finally got some food made and got her to calm down… ugh.
Then it was nap time. I was soo looking forward to her nap. As soon as she went down, I scarfed down my lunch, and literally my only goal for her nap time was to write in my diary. But guess what. Girl woke up after twenty five minutes. I thought surely I could get her back down. Nope. I spent an hour patiently trying… to no avail. When I finally accepted that that was her nap, I was LIVID. I could not even think; I was so angry!
So, I totally scrapped all my plans for the rest of the day. After a good fifteen minutes of sitting on the couch, staring at the wall, just trying to cope with the situation… I decided we were going to go to the aquarium. Fuck the laundry, the dishes, anything productive. I just needed to get the fuck out of this condo. So I did. And it was actually… really fun.
Tomorrow is my anatomy scan, the ultrasound where they check to make sure Morgan has all of the organ’s and body parts she needs. Hopefully it goes well. Her crib is built and I’m just waiting for her wooden name sign, apple blanket, mattress, and sheets to come in the mail. Once that stuff arrives, I’m probably going to order one swaddle blanket, and then I’ll do my best to hold off on any other purchases until much closer to when she’s born. I decided that I’m not going to do the Sprinkle after all, but I am going to request a kids-free day with Terra and Ashley. That will be nice.
I just ordered some presents for my sister’s baby shower. I ordered a total of $50 of things. The stuff she is asking for, though? Preposterous. Seriously. She literally has over $900 of furniture on there (a crib, two dressers, a nightstand, and a bookcase), a $140 lamp, and $300 worth of gold decorative shit. Like, WHAT? I thought you were “low income??” I’m sorry. I just…
That’s all. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I got her some baby mittens, pacifier attacher things, a changing pad cover, and crib rail protector.
Oh, and while we’re on the topic of babies… I have to mention this: I’m currently 20 weeks pregnant (half way!!) and, so far, I’ve gained 25 pounds. Supposedly, I’m only supposed to gain a total of 25-35 pounds, meaning that at this point, I should have only gained about 12 pounds. So I’m gaining faster than I “should.” I did that with my first pregnancy, too, though, and everything turned out perfect. I feel like the only way to not gain this much weight would be to keep to a strict diet, which… sounds like a really shitty way to live, to be frank.
The only other thing I’m itching to write about is a recent epiphany I had about my parents, but I think I’m going to save that for the morning.
Until next time <3
Last updated February 24, 2021