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July Adventures

Nanny Found!

We found a nanny. Much like the previous two, we hired the very first/only person we interviewed. I must be very good at going through candidates and choosing who to interview.

She feels like a mix of our two previous nannies which is great. Colette took to her right away which is even better. Here we are on week two of her employment and she keeps coming back, so that must be a good sign as well ūüôā

The one thing that’s different this time is that we’re doing it all legit in the tax department. It’s more expensive and a total hassle, but I think everyone feels a little better knowing it’s all legal. Actually it isn’t toooo much of a hassle since we’re using Square Payroll services, but the initial paperwork, filing for state and federal employer numbers, etc… that’s the hassle.

Weekend in Atlanta

Last weekend, Cory and I had tickets to see one of our favorite bands (Brand New) in Atlanta. So naturally, we spent the weekend at my dad’s. ¬†We had a good time going to the movies (The Secret Life of Pets) and Barnes and Noble, and of course, eating. Colette loved the movie. I loved the movie too, but it was likely the loudest movie I’ve ever been in. It rivaled the concert we went to.

The concert was great too. Unfortunately it was outdoors at an amphitheater and a solid two million degrees outside, but the heat dissipated soon after the sun set. And it gave me plenty of reason to slurp down a frozen lemonade and like 20 waters.

It very well may have been the last time we’ll ever see Brand New live, and that makes me very sad. It’s like the end of an era. The show we saw happened to fall on the lead singer’s birthday and his little family and bandmates all came out to sing happy birthday. ¬†He has a cute little girl who’s probably about 6 months old named Bowie. Lovely and adorable.

Cory isn’t too much of a concert-goer, but I sure am. Not much I like more than a good concert (and sleeping in freshly washed sheets… and laminating things).

Prenatal Check up/ Glucose Test

I had a prenatal check up the Monday after we got back from Atlanta. It was the dreaded glucose test day. Luckily this time I knew in advance, and opted not to eat an entire box of Cap’n Crunch for breakfast. I passed with flying colors this time. No 3-hour test for me.

My pelvic pain cleared up a ton as well. I didn’t even mention it to my doctor. After I wrote the post about how terrible it was, I switched from my big memory foam body pillow, to my Snoogle. The difference was unbelievable. I still have issues when side stepping and some looseness, but it’s no where near as bad.

Of course now that I’ve rid myself of that pain, I feel like I may have pulled something in my lower abdomen making beds yesterday. You win some, you lose some. I pulled out my KT tape that I generally use for running and taped up my belly in hopes of alleviating¬†some of that stress.

HOLD THE PHONE! I’ve failed to mention that some how we are OFFICIALLY in the THIRD trimester now. I don’t even know where the time is going. I’ll be 29 weeks on Friday.

House Things

We also had a couple of showings on our house this past weekend! A lady from Texas came up on Friday to look at several places because she got a job up here. She loved our land and the only she didn’t like about the house was the seriously not Texas-sized closets. Can’t say I blame her there.

Oh! And I should mention that on Thursday, I took Max (our Weimaraner) out on a leash to use the bathroom because we had some painters finishing up our side porch. (Usually he roams free.) Anyhow, it got incredibly windy to the point where I was pretty sure a giant tree was about to come down on the side of the house. And as I was thinking that, about 20 feet behind were I was standing with Max, this happened:

tree down
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t probably pee myself a little. For size reference, where the split starts at the bottom is about 6 feet high.

Cory attacked it the next day by-golly if it isn’t almost completely cleaned up now.

The second showing was for a guy who’s been asking a lot of questions the last couple of weeks. Questions you generally wouldn’t ask about a property until after you’ve seen it or thought seriously about purchasing it. The showing was scheduled at 2 on Saturday so we were out of the house running errands¬†and such when we got a call from our realtor that the guy wanted to meet us. Well, alright then. Cory and I placed our bets on the type of person it would be. Older, big truck like Donnie’s (Cory’s momma’s man). And we were pretty spot on. He even had a pipe fitter sticker on his truck. He’s originally from upstate New York where his family and owned a dairy farm and he’d been living in the Nashville area for roughly the last 20 years. He asked a lot of questions about the well water and pump, the leaching field lines, the updates we’ve done and why we wanted to leave such a great place, and about a lot of the updates we’ve done.

Cory and I are cautiously optimistic that we’ll at least get an offer in the next few days. Whether or not it would be at all acceptable is a whole ‘nother animal.

I think that brings us to today and well, not a whole lot has happened today. Unless you count the grocery store trip I took. My advice is to never go to the grocery store if you’re pregnant hungry. Full disclosure: Pregnant hungry is currently all minutes of the day for me. That would explain the half gallon of ice cream in the freezer and the 5 different types of fruit I got.

You’re A Good Mommy

What a sweet sassy little girl we have in Colette. I feel our time with her, and just her, slipping away much more quickly than I would like. I was browsing Pinterest last night and happened across someones pin that broke down which week of pregnancy belongs in which month. I am currently in the middle of month six. MONTH SIX?! Part of me thinks that’s a joke. I have all summer right? Summers are long, hot and slow. Another part of me hits that panic button.

I will be so sad and so happy to see Colette become a big sister. Sad because the selfish part of me wants to keep her an only child forever. She’s so sweet and her little personality just blossoms exponentially everyday. I’m having a hard time coping with the idea that my attention will be very heavily divide when Rosalie arrives. On the other hand, after what I assume will be a not so graceful transition period into a family of four, we’ll find a rhythm that works for us and be able to give attention when and were it’s needed.

For now, I really just want to bask in the rays of sunshine and joy that being a parent to only one child has to offer. I want to remember everything about Colette from this period of time. The pitter patter of her little feet running from her room to our in the morning to get us out of bed. Her happy dances. The way she sings in bed when she wakes up. Her insistence¬†for just “2 minutes” more of play time before bed. The way she wraps her arms around me so tightly, grits her teeth, and says, “You’re a good mommy.” I’m not sure I’ll get too much of that when Rosalie gets here. At least not for a while.

I’m currently reading Waiting for Birdy, by Catherine Newman. It’s a book written from Catherine’s perspective about going from parents of one to parents of two. It seemed pretty relevant to my situation, so I thought, why not. I’m not quite to the parts I want to read about, like “How does one deal with all these feelings,” but I’m hoping it’s in there somewhere.

Our nanny generally works 3 days a week out of our house, where I work my full time job. So on those three days, I’m with little Coco all day in some capacity. This week, since the nanny is on vacation, Colette is hanging out with Grama every day this week. When Grama watches her we generally eat dinner there as well, so when all was said and done tonight, Colette decided she didn’t want to have anything to do with going home with us. I think Cory and I both left with our feelings a little hurt, but realistically, it’s was 30 minutes from¬†bedtime, Cory needed to mow the yard, and I needed to sit and not move (“rest my pelvis”) for a while. And she’s only 3 miles away. Cory and I have a much harder time letting her stay overnight than Colette does. I’m sure she’d stay 5 out of 7 nights a week if we’d allow it.

So tonight I’ll miss checking on her in the monitor, miss her little foot steps in the morning, and miss her running around the house while I run sales reports tomorrow. But I know that her gaining some of that independence from us is better for her in the long run.

Okay, I’ll just go cry in bed now. *Waaah*

23 Weeks Complete

I somehow find myself at 23 weeks along in my pregnancy today. I have no idea how I got here or where those 23 weeks went. Pretty much everything about this pregnancy is different from the first.

My pregnancy with Colette was a breeze, nothing really hurt, I was able to move around nearly all the way through, morning sickness wasn’t a thing, I did loose my appetite for the most part, but was still able to enjoy food, and it was overall just a great experience (You know… except the 51 hour laboring/birth part).

This go ’round I was nauseated from 5 or 6 weeks onward and upward until nearly week 16 or 17. I still get bouts of it from time to time but it’s much less severe. Luckily I didn’t have to ride any vomit comets, but sometimes I wondered if maybe I’d feel better if I did. Puke and rally. Never got the chance to find out though. I was wearing seabands, an oil diffusing necklace full of peppermint, peppermint chapstick, eating sour tangerine preggie pop drops, and just generally trying to survive being near food for most of the first weeks.

I hurt. I feel like everything hurts this time. While it took a long time for joints and ligament to loosen with with Colette, this time it felt pretty immediate. My hips and pelvis felt like they were ready to go through the whole birthing process by week 6. Sleeping, standing, sitting, walking (waddling), these are the things that hurt. I’m trying not to waddle yet, but most of the time I can’t help it. I also attribute some of the pain to Rosalie’s position. It feels like she’s hanging out at the bottom readily awaiting escape.

Weight gain. I definitely have an appetite now. But wait, if I eat too much it makes me feel ill. And if I don’t eat before I actually get hungry, I also feel ill. So finding balance is a daily struggle. I had gained roughly 6 pounds at my last check up in May around week 20. I have another appoint Monday morning where I suspect they’ll tell me I ate too much while on vacation and I should probably watch my¬†food intake. I looked back at my 23 week pictures with Colette and you can tell I’m a little further down the weight gain rabbit hole this time. I did, however, try on my belly cast from last time (~38ish weeks) and was pleased to find out that I’ve got plenty of growing left to do and that I’m not already where I thought I was at 40 weeks last time. I’m also completely horrified for those same reasons. It’s gonna be a long hot summer, tater. Times like these make me think remodeling a defunct kitchen over getting a swimming pool was a terrible mistake. I could be spending less time making myself a dozen mini pineapple upside down cakes and more time submerged in a pool enjoying the cool weightlessness. (Just kidding. Sure it’d be¬†lovely, but man, that’s a nice kitchen we have now.)

Time for reflection. I loved the weekly chalkboard update pictures I took and blogs I wrote with Colette. That’s definitely missing this time. I started a mini book when I first got that positive test, and that’s where it ended. I have one entry from 5 weeks. If I just skipped from 5 weeks to 23 weeks, it would probably be a pretty boring book. I can maybe go back though and fill in some of the blanks but it just won’t be as detailed as it was before. My motivation to do things is somewhere at the bottom of a barrel with my energy. Sorry Rosalie! It’s likely she won’t care, at least not for the next 25-30 years, but part of me feels like we’ve neglected her a bit. (There’s a bigger part of me that says¬†“We’re all alive, have clean laundry, and have been fed, so Rosalie will likely come into the world A-OK.)

As I sit and type, little Anna Rosalie is bouncing away on the trampoline that is my bladder and Colette is having a nice nap after a busy morning of splash pad play time and a picnic lunch. My woes are few this very instant¬†but at any moment I’m likely to realize that in 17 weeks Cory and I will have a toddler and a newborn and no idea what we’re doing. Sounds fun.