Well, first-trimester pregnancy symptoms are in full swing. On one hand, this is good – my body is working overtime to create a healthy environment for my baby. On the other – can someone please shoot me? I got through 20 hours of labor with a smile on my face, but I’m a total whimp when it comes to nausea. And I have the kind of nausea that just lingers and makes me move in slow-mo. I haven’t actually vomited yet, but that’s no surprise. When I was pregnant with Ronnie, I was super sick the first 4 to 5 months but only threw up about 3 times. What a lovely topic to start off with, eh?
So, Rob has definitely stepped up to the plate and is helping me out more around the house and with Ronnie. He acts like he doesn’t want to be sympathetic, because I’m not “pregnant enough yet” but he’s really being a sweetie on the sneak. He’s about to leave on Saturday for
a total waste of time NTC training in California for a month. I’m a little nervous because I’m really relishing in the fact that I have him to help me out when I can’t get everything done (my 3-hour naps aren’t helping in that arena).
Hopefully, I’ll be able to pull myself up by the boot straps and spend most of our time outside of the house – where I don’t have to clean up the constant messes. Which reminds me, I totally forgot to help clean up after a playdate today. Megan, if you’re reading this – I will totally understand if henceforth I am known as the worst playdate mom ever! I’m calling you first thing tomorrow! But, really, by outside of the house I mean the park and the mall and the chick-fil-a playground. Seriously, anywhere but here. I’m so tired of staring at this little apartment and my computer screen. Today, which is Thursday, was the first time I had been out of the house since we went grocery shopping on Sunday. On one hand, I feel so awful that I don’t feel like doing anything, but on the other staying around the house and not getting out is making me feel worse, I think.
Rob got some brownie points tonight when he took us out for supper. I didn’t have to cook or clean up dishes and I got the fabulously delicious steak I’ve been craving. I couldn’t eat much else – even though I usually LOVE the bloomin’ onion, the ranch-covered salad, and the loaded baked potato. It actually made me a little sad that I just couldn’t enjoy those things – but the steak was delicious and it made me a very happy pregnant lady.
In other news, we threw Ronnie a “potty party” last weekend, which was a total DISASTER! After reading dozens of success stories online, I was geared up and ready to go. After Ronnie woke up, we fed him a quick breakfast and then showed him to the party – in the bathroom.
I included underwear, balloons, books, his womb-bear with undies on, and some inspirational pictures. No, my two year-old can’t read, but once I read it to him, he knew what the signs meant and it was fun talking about the colors and the letters. Ronnie actually sat on the potty really well. He seemed to enjoy the experience and didn’t want to get up at one point, matter-of-factly ordering me to read him more books. We took him in there every 15 minutes and had him sit until he was ready to get up. Then, we’d set the timer for another 15 minutes and do it all over again. I thought for sure we would HAVE to catch him when he had to pee. To speed things along, I offered lots of juice and popsicles, which is heaven to a toddler at 8:00am, let me tell you! Unfortunately, he kept peeing in between the potty sessions – all over the kitchen floor. Later in the day, we caught him trying to cheat and add stickers to his potty success chart. That makes me chuckle a little. 🙂 But he didn’t go in the potty once the whole day. So, we decided to table the matter for a while. I guess he’s just not ready yet (even though we thought he was because he’s been taking off his poopy pull-ups at nap time and walking around his room – not fun to clean up). Every now and then, we ask him if he has to go to the potty, but we haven’t pressured him at all.0