Possibly stupid question here, but how exactly do you know when you have a miscarriage naturally?  Even though this hasn’t to me before, here’s what I thought would happen:

A person would bleed off and on for a period of time, but there would be a very specific time when you would know that “the bulk” of what was inside of you was coming out.  And there would be tons of pain and cramping and you would just know.

Is this correct or is a natural miscarriage different for everyone?  Can a person miscarry without any pain or cramping?

Not that the answers to these questions really matter, but obviously each day that passes I’m bleeding more.  Not a ton more, but it is increasing.  I can’t help but wondering if this is it or this is just the beginning of what’s to come.  I also just really want to go to the hospital on Monday and have everything be taken care of, miscarriage and bleeding wise.  I hate going to the bathroom and seeing the toilet bowl water change from clear to red.  Hate it.

My pads aren’t filling up with tons of blood, so I’m hoping that I can hold out until Monday.  I’m just really scared that it will happen at home and I will be sad.

It’s crazy that I went from wondering if this would be a boy or a girl, if I could hold out on finding out the sex until the actual delivery, and how I would handle a newborn and a toddler to whether or not I’ll make it to my D&C.

This is not fair.

I feel like I was robbed and each day that passes I only get more sad and more angry.  I was supposed to have a real life baby in March.  Monkey was supposed to be a big brother.  Tarzan was supposed to be a daddy to another kid.  But no, instead I’m having surgery on Monday to remind myself that I’m not having a baby in March.  I won’t have two kids (in March, at least).  I won’t be pregnant anymore.  This just sucks.

Oh and I read yesterday that postpartum depression can be worse with a miscarriage than with an actual baby – has anyone heard this?  I didn’t even think about postpartum depression and how that factors in with having a miscarriage, but the fact that my hormone levels will be dropping does make sense.  I’m pretty sure I need to talk to my doctor about this on Monday before surgery.

Seriously not fair, any of this.

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This past Thursday started just like any other day.  After I had my cup of coffee, I started making a list of the groceries that Monkey & I needed to get at the grocery store.  I will admit that my boobs had been sore for about two days, but I just figured it was due to my period that was supposed to come on Saturday.

The weird thing is, when I was pregnant before I had tender, sore boobs.  That’s actually how I knew I was pregnant.  Well, the past couple of months my boobs have been getting sore right before my period, which is quite new and naturally makes me think I’m pregnant every time.

Even though my boobs were sore, I told myself that this seems to happen each month and I wasn’t going to jump on the “I’m pregnant” bandwagon.  I was just going to wait out my period.

And then at the grocery store I saw so many newborns.  At Target, my eyes looked over in the direction of a “big brother” t-shirt.  Totally not kidding.

Monkey & I got back home and I opened a drawer in the bathroom to find a digital pregnancy test.  Hmm, could this be another sign, I thought?  Of course, me being me, I definitely took it as a sign.  I wrapped off the paper and pulled out the test.

Oh my gosh, here I go.

I was so nervous and I’ve never been good at peeing on a stick.  Ever.  This time was no different.  I didn’t get the midstream urine for 5 seconds that they ask you to get on the pregnancy test.  I think I got more pee on my hand and on the toilet seat than I got on the actual test.  I put the lid on the test, flushed the toilet, and walked out of the bathroom to wait out my three minutes.

I bought some sushi at the grocery store for lunch, so I ate that while I was waiting for the three minutes… You know, in case it was the last time that I could eat sushi.

I went into the bathroom and the test said “pregnant”.  PREGNANT.  I AM PREGNANT.

OH.MY.GOSH. I’M PREGNANT.

The last time I found out I was pregnant, it was the end of the world.  I was crying and shaking, and definitely not out of happiness.  This times was different.  While the timing isn’t exactly perfect, I do want more kids.  I was shocked, but happy.

Something that I should say, is this this wasn’t a complete surprise.  See, I’m not on birth control, but I keep track of my fertile days, when my period comes, and when we have sex.  For real.  Like I mark it on my calendar so I know exactly what’s going on with my body.  (You can totally make fun of me if you want.)

Tarzan was going out of town two Sundays ago, so that Saturday night we had sex.  It was in the moment and I didn’t have time to consult my calendar to find out if it was my fertile day or not.  I didn’t think it was, but I wasn’t completely sure.  After having sex, I looked at my calendar to find out that it was, in fact, the second to last day of my fertile days.

Uh-oh.

Anyways, back to the “pregnant” on the pregnancy test.  I could not believe it.

So yep, I’m pregnant.  I feel good about it and am excited.  I do find that some things keep popping in my head that I don’t want to think about right now, like what if Monkey thinks I don’t love him anymore when there’s a screaming newborn that I have to tend to? It’s been all about me & my little boy for the past (almost) two years, will he think I abandoned him?  Will him & I ever have our time together to do things?

But then I try to take it one step at a time and not let my mind think about that yet.  I try to tell myself while he may not completely understand why his world is being turned upside down, he’ll have a sibling that will be his friend.  In the longterm, it will be a good time and it’s ultimately what I want.

But man, I am not looking forward to that whole newborn stage again.  The lack of sleep.  The post-partum depression.  The washing of the bottles.  Pumping. Breastfeeding.  Ahh, so many things.

But for right now, I’m going to take it day by day.  I’m going to enjoy what’s going on in my body right now (as much as I can), and I’m going to cherish this time with my little boy.

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Quick: How do you feel about nannies for babies of stay at home moms?

Before yesterday I never gave that question any thought.  Let me back up…

Monkey & I were at the park, along with two other moms and babes.  We walked up in the middle of their conversation about having nannies.  I didn’t really think anything about it until they kept on talking & wouldn’t shut up about it.

Both moms are stay at home moms.  One has a 16 month old & the other has a 3 month old.

Oh & you bet your ass I judged them.

Anyways, one mom (with the 16 month old) was telling the other how her nanny comes four times a week so that she can have a break.  There are seven days in a week & her husband is home two of those days.  If the nanny comes four times a week, that leaves her one day with her own child.  & she needs a break.  Riiiight.

The other mom was saying that it’s nice that her nanny comes three times a week so that she can run to the grocery store & do other errands without towing her baby with her.  But then she asked the other mom (let’s call her ‘Mom A’) how she can get the nanny to do more chores around the house because her housekeeper just quit.

Mom A said that Mom B needs to train the nanny from the beginning so that she doesn’t get lazy on her.  She said that she makes her nanny do all of her daughter’s laundry, the dishes, vacuum, make dinner, & she even bought her a caulk gun (my personal favorite!).

They talked more about the nanny duties, which didn’t seem to even apply to watching & playing with the baby/toddler, & then they scheduled a lunch for one day next week, while the nannies have the kiddos, naturally.

Does this seem weird to anyone else?!

I totally understand having a day off to yourself to run errands, go to lunch, pamper yourself, etc, but it seems a bit ridiculous when you have the title “stay at home mom” & you aren’t staying at home with your child.  In fact, you’re at home with your child only one day.

Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t agree with this.  Not that being a stay at home mom is glamourous, or even fun all of the time, but there are many rewards in doing so.  I still go to lunch with people, but my son is always with me.  Instead of sipping wine at a nice restaurant, we might have to to go a loud Mexican restaurant in case Monkey wants to scream… or act like a toddler.

But I like it.

I like that I’m in charge of him & that he is my responsibility.  I like that I’m raising my child instead of someone else.  I like that I can take credit when my kid learns something because I spent the time teaching him.  Or when people tell me how advanced he is because of how much he talks.  (Dude, I’m proud of my little boy.)

The most ironic part about this nanny-coming-four-days-a-week thing is that you would never know that there are troubles in the world if you lived where I live.  You would never know that there are people outside of our bubble worrying about how to pay their bills, how to feed their kids, & how they are going to pay for gas in their car.  Oh no, not here.

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When I first peed on the stick & saw the words “pregnant” staring back at me, my heart sank a little bit.  Not that I wouldn’t welcome being pregnant, but I immediately thought of my son.

Would I be cheating him out of our quality mommy & me time?  If I had morning sickness really bad, would it be fair to him to turn on Cars for the millionth time while I lay on the couch in between running to the bathroom?  Would he feel less love?  Would he feel like he wasn’t my little buddy anymore?

Right now, it’s me & him.  Buddies for life.  We do everything together & I mean everything.  My husband works all of the time, so it’s always me & Monkey.  On the rare occasion when my mom or dad call to see if Monkey can spend the night, I don’t want him to go.

Yes, a break would be nice, but what the hell would I do after 10 minutes?  I think I’d be bored out of my mind without my little boy.  Sure, running errands sounds lovely when I don’t have to put a squirmy toddler in a carseat & take him out… but then I think about how lonely I would be.  Who would I talk to in the car?  Who would I sneak kisses to while walking into wherever it is that we are going?

When I thought I was pregnant I felt a bit guilty for Monkey.  I felt like a bad mom for bringing another kid in the world.  It would totally jeopardize my time with Monkey.  Our one on one time.

Now I know that in the future it would be wonderful for him.  He’d have a buddy.  I’d know even more unconditional love than I know now.  Everything would be okay… but it’s getting to that point.  What about when mommy has to tend to the screaming newborn & can’t play cars at that very second anymore?  Then what?  Will Monkey think that he’s not important anymore?

And then aside from Monkey & how another baby would make him feel, there’s the whole postpartum depression thing.

You know, my mind went back to the point in time where Monkey was maybe a week or two old.  I was sitting in the bathtub alone, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had a baby.  That I was a mother now.

But all I could do was cry & yearn for my old life.  I wasn’t ready to be a mom & have a baby.  It was too much of a change for me & I couldn’t see past the newborn stage (obviously since I hadn’t had a newborn before).  And then there were many rough times even before that.

In the hospital, I was a mess.  I don’t have those warm fuzzy memories of holding my son for the first time.  I didn’t know what the hell I was getting myself into & I wasn’t sure I wanted this new life.  Life with Monkey didn’t get better until he was at least 8 weeks old.  Up until that point, I struggled with everything.  Feelings, trying to figure out what the hell he wanted, no sleep, crying, therapy, anti-depressants, breastfeeding, & the list goes on and on.

I’m sure that some of this stuff is the normal stuff that all new moms go through, but there was a lot more to it as well.  & that really scares me.  Postpartum depression is awful & stole my happiness away from me.  I hate that I don’t have any happy memories of the first few months of Monkey’s life.  That’s not how it should be.

So how will it be with my second?

Will it be the same?  Will I have to get on anti-depressants near the end of my pregnancy so I don’t feel crazy when there is a new baby?

Then on the total opposite end of the spectrum is running.

I’ve really gotten into running & have signed up for a few races with the goal to train for the marathon in Houston next January.  I know you can run when you are pregnant, but I’ve signed up for some races where it wouldn’t be safe, at least I don’t think it would.

I was bummed when I thought about not being able to run & train how I would if I wasn’t pregnant.

You know I’m not sure that the timing is ever 100% right to have a baby, but right now would really be hard.  As it is I hardly see my husband.  Monkey maybe plays with his dad 30 minutes a day.  Throwing a newborn into that mix would really send me into a frenzy.  Some days I feel like I can’t handle my son; how would I handle a toddler & a new baby?

And I would love for my husband & I to work on our relationship & marriage before having another baby.  To really make time for each other & appreciate each other.  It’s so easy to get caught up in life, work, babies, running errands, etc, that it really makes spending quality time together hard.  I don’t feel like we are connected as we should be, which is probably one reason why it’s been over a month since we’ve had sex.

And as much as all of the above frightens me, I was still a little sad when the pregnancy test said “not pregnant” & when my period came.

I like to think that I’m a strong person & I was getting excited about a new miracle growing inside of me.  Despite any worries, I was going to take it day by day & be strong about everything.  In the end, I do want more kids & I can’t let these fears stop me from doing so.

But I’m not pregnant, so I guess that gives me a little more time to work on the above & try to make the situation just that much better for whenever I do become pregnant.

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Monkey & I went for a bike ride & I had a feeling.  A feeling that my period was on its sweet ass way.  We went to a couple different parks & on the way back home I felt a cramp.  A period cramp.  A week after when it was due.

I came home, pulled down my pants to see if there was anything (there wasn’t), went to the bathroom, & thought “I’m going crazy”.  Then I wiped & saw red on the toilet paper.

My period came.  It was confirmed that I was not pregnant.  Why it came a week late, I’ll never know.

Thanks for all the advice & words of wisdom.  Honestly, that last week was such a complete mindfvck in thinking I was pregnant, but that’s another post for another day.

For some reason I’m still really tired, even though I took a 2.5 hour nap with Monkey today.  I’m not pregnant, so I don’t know why.  I’m going to make some coffee & go play with Monkey & his new Lightning McQueen car that I secretly hope the batteries die soon in.

Thanks again, y’all.

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Where should I even begin?

The burning question Tarzan & I have been wondering is whether or not I’m pregnant.  After all, it is Superbowl Sunday & I would like a few beers.  I kid, I kid (well, not really).

Let’s rewind & try to figure this out.  Oh & you might want to consider this your TMI warning.

Here’s some things you should know:

* My fertile days were December 13-17.

* We had sex on December 18.

* We went to Europe & had sex on December 26th.

* January 1st I had a little bleeding.  Nothing like a regular period, but I didn’t think twice about it.  I don’t remember the color or how long it lasted.  We were on a 10.5 hour flight back home & I don’t remember much else about it.

* I mark everything in my calendar (so nerdy), so that I know what’s going on.  I haven’t been on birth control for a while now & my period comes on time every single month (about 30-31 days).

* We didn’t have sex throughout the whole month of January (at least I don’t think we did).

* My period was due on February 1st.

* I got a BFP on February 3rd.

* I got a BFN today (February 6th).

* I still don’t have a period & it’s one day shy of one week.

So what’s up with me?

I should note that we were taking the HCG shots up until February 1st.  When my period didn’t show up, I stopped taking the shots so the pregnancy test would be as accurate as possible.  I fully understand that the positive on the test could have been due to the HCG shots still being in my system.

When I bought the first box of pregnancy tests, I made my husband pee on the stick.  In my mind I figured that if it said “pregnant” for him, it was the HCG shots showing up & I wouldn’t worry.  I would just give my period a little more time to get here.  If it said “not pregnant”, then I was going to take a test the next morning.

Of course his said “not pregnant” & I started to freak out a little.  Why would the HCG shots not show up on his test?  Maybe girls store HCG different than boys, we thought.

The next morning I peed on the stick & wouldn’t you know right before my eyes were the words “pregnant”.  ”Holy fvck, I knew it” was exactly what I thought.  I told T & he got tears in his eyes because he was happy that Monkey would have a buddy.  I think I was happy.  I said, “Man, I wonder if we’ll ever actually plan a baby instead of it always being a surprise”.

You know that feeling that you had when you first thought you could be pregnant?  Like you just knew you were before you even took the pregnancy test?  Well, that’s how I felt with Monkey & that’s how I felt on February 1st.  Like I wasn’t even shocked that my period didn’t come, even though I went to the bathroom every 5 minutes to check.

My boobs are tender.  When I took off my bra the other night I was all “Ahh, they feel heavier”.  Same when I was pregnant with Monkey.

I’ve been a bit moody.

I haven’t been able to sleep throughout the night.

I pee a lot.  A few nights ago I got up to go to the bathroom 4 times in the middle of the night.  I remember thinking to myself that I did not drink an excessive amount of water so what the hell was going on…

I feel like a bus hit me at certain times & I need.to.sleep.now.  I sometimes go to bed with Monkey around 8pm & I usually take naps with him.

I have two pimples.  Folks, I never, ever, ever have pimples when I’m not knocked up.  Only with Monkey did I have pimples.

Of course I know that T is stressed & therefore I am too & I also know that that can delay a period.  But honestly, I don’t feel any more stressed than before & my periods always came on time.  & this shit has been going on for a while with my husband.  It’s hardly anything new & it’s never messed with my period before.  He’s worked & worked & worked & I’ve felt like I’ve been doing all on my own with Monkey for 18 months now.  Again, nothing new.

I’m confused.  T is confused.  Where is my period?

If we didn’t have sex in January, wouldn’t there be enough HCG in my system (if I got pregnant in December)  to show up on the pregnancy test?  Maybe I didn’t pee on the stick right this morning?  Most importantly, can I have a beer tonight?!  Ha, ha, just trying to make light of the situation.

If December 18th was when this new kid was conceived, was the “period” I had on January 1st just implantation bleeding?  & if I’ve been pregnant for that long, I think that puts me at 8 or 9 weeks already.  Wouldn’t I have symptoms by now?  Or maybe I will end up on “I didn’t know I was pregnant”.  That would be funny.

Or maybe my period is just a week late & I’m worrying for nothing.  It’s honestly just the strangest thing because my period is NEVER late.  This whole thing is throwing me for a loop, really.  I just can’t wrap my mind around it.

So, there you have it.  The whole fascinating (ha) story.  Basically I may or may not be pregnant & now you know that my husband & I rarely ever have sex.  Even while on vacation.  Man, we really need to work on that.

Your thoughts (on this period/pregnant thing, not the lack of sex )?

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I look at my sweet (well, sometimes sweet) little boy & I wonder how he grew up so fast.  He went from being this little person that needed me for everything to now wanting to do everything on his own.  Having a baby made me try to appreciate each stage that he was in a little more than ever in my life, but more so after the stage had passed, if that makes any sense.

When he was little I couldn’t help but think, “Oh my. I have to do everything for this kid.  I am responsible for feeding him, changing, him, putting him in a secure place, etc”.  When you’re used to just thinking about yourself (& your spouse), it’s very overwhelming to have a baby enter the picture… Well, at least it was for me.  It was a total change.

I would catch myself thinking, “It will be SO much easier when he can feed himself, walk, tell me what he wants, etc”.  I tried to just live in the moment, but I did wish that certain milestones would hurry their sweet ass up.  I was so naive by thinking that things would get easier.

Now that I have a toddler who loves to run around, eat food on his own (hello, mess!), & makes my house look like a hurricane just passed through the nearest Toys R Us, I’d like to take back what I said about this stage being easier.

It’s not.  At all.

If I’d only known how easy I had it when he was little.

Last night Tarzan & I were catching up on 16 & Pregnant (don’t judge!) & we were reminiscing about the time when Monkey was a newborn.  The birth.  The changing of our lives forever.  The most precious gift that we could have received.  The crying.  The how-did-he-just-poop-that-much diapers.  The snuggles.  The promises of being the best mommy & daddy to him.

And then, in the still of the night, we went to bed & snuggled with our 17-month old angel & I said a quick prayer of thanks to God for blessing me with this amazing toddler.  I’m so happy that I was chosen to be his mommy.

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Yesterday was a big day:  Monkey got his first haircut!  He’s three days shy of being 16 months old & the shaggy frat boy look was growing a bit old for me.

I still wanted to leave it a bit long because I didn’t want his little curls to go away, but then it looked like he had a mullet.  The hair stylist cut a bit more, but his hair flipped up, making it look like a little girl’s haircut instead of a boy’s.

Monkey was pretty good throughout the haircut.  We had to take a few breaks when he would start to cry… Hopefully it wasn’t traumatic for him, lol.

He looks like such a handsome little boy & there is officially nothing “baby” about him anymore.  And I think that’s why I waited so long to cut his hair…  He is so independent & growing up from my little baby and having his little curls was me trying to hold onto the last bit of baby-ness of him.

But, man, he looks SO handsome with his big boy haircut!

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Sleep training just isn’t an option when your little one is teething, you know?  For the last several weeks we seem to be in a new routine… and it worries me a little.

We put Monkey to bed and 100% of the time he wakes up crying to come into bed with us.  Sometimes it’s at 10 PM.  Sometimes it’s at 3 AM.  Sometimes it’s at 2 AM.  It’s all over the board.

When it first started, we tried everything to get him back to sleep.  Being half asleep and so tired, we decided to bring him to bed with us and he slept like a… well… baby.

He wakes up at 7:30 AM every morning like clockwork.  Almost right on the nose every morning.  But, I know heard that this is the toughest habit to break – having a child sleep with you.  We will of course be doing sleep training, but we don’t want to do it while Monkey is teething.  Besides, the doctor said to wait until he’s stopped teething.

So, what do you guys do?  Any of you been though this before?  Any secrets or tips?

- Tarzan

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This past weekend I found myself & Monkey in a strange situation.  We were at a park near our house enjoying the sunshine & great weather.  I pushed Monkey on the swing for a while (I swear that kid could swing his whole life) & then we went for a little walk around the lake.

There was a rowing competition at the lake, so there was plenty to look at & watch.  Of course my little boy did not want to sit still… Instead he wanted to go in the water.  In fact, he was all for it, but I ruined his fun.  It proved to be a little dangerous for him to sit next to the water without trying to walk right in, so we continued walking down the path to the gazebo.

Inside the gazebo there was a little dog with her owner & another couple – all who seemed to be relaxing & taking in the rowing competition.  Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

Monkey played with the little dog for a minute & then said “hi” to the couple (in their 50′s).  Naturally after Monkey said something to them, they started talking to him, which is fine with me.

But then things got a little weird.

You know those situations that you can imagine in your head & you know exactly what you would do in any given time if someone was crossing the line with your child…  Well, why is it never the same as when you are in the situation?!

OK so then the lady tried to give Monkey candy.  It’s Halloween time & I guess this could be normal if your child is old enough to eat candy, but mine isn’t.  I don’t give him candy.  In fact, he’s never had a bite of candy in his whole life.

Anyways, I told her that he is too young for candy & thanks, but no thanks.  I might as well have said nothing because she kept digging in her purse to find candy for my son.

I’m his mother & if you don’t listen to me about my son, well, a little red flag goes up in my head.  I wanted to get away from this lady, but I couldn’t find a way out.  I just repeated that he doesn’t eat candy & was trying to send Monkey a sign to start wandering away.  Of course he did not.  Go figure.

Then the lady handed him her makeup bag.  If you hand anything to a 15 month old, they are going to try to grasp it.  It’s just what they do.  Well this lady took that as a sign that Monkey must have wanted what was inside her bag.

That’s right, ladies & gentleman, makeup.

The lady took out her makeup brush that was disgusting looking & tried to wipe it on my son’s nose & chin.  I took him by the hand & said that we were going to swing.  As I was walking away with him, she dabbed a little on his nose.

I looked at her & said, “He’s a boy & does not wear makeup, let alone a stranger’s makeup!”  All she said was, “It’s Lancome if he has a reaction.”

Then as we were walking away she not-so-shyly  said, “I’m a witch”.

Um, ok…

What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

Monkey & I could not get out of there fast enough.  I could not get to the car fast enough to wipe off any makeup that she might have put on his little nose.

Who does that?!

As we were driving away, I couldn’t help but think that maybe she put a curse on me as we were walking away from her.  Witches do say curses, yes?

I’m not sure why people don’t know boundaries, especially when it comes to kids.  Who has a crazy story to share about a situation that involved your child?

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