Every single pregnancy website I read presents me with sugar coated facts and photos of perfectly shaped women with basketballs beneath their shirts. Today, at week 32, I was warned that I may be having some heartburn due to my perfect little jicama (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) pushing up on my stomach, and that taking Tums and propping my head up six inches “may” help. The truth is, for some reason, God decided it would be a brilliant idea to shove a 3 and 1/2 pound human body in a space that was originally the size of a plum. Instead of it growing outward or skimming the surface of its host’s organs, it literally moves aside the entire digestive tract until said host’s stomach is literally in her throat. This is insane. INSANE. And propping my head up six inches is not going to help my heartburn. Nothing can help a person whose stomach is in their throat. Continue reading
We Are Having A Girl!
Immediately before I started writing this post, I was on Pinterest to look up nursery ideas for our new baby GIRL. I wanted ideas for her nursery. As I saved my first pin, I noticed that “Baby Girl Devens” was already a board on my profile. I had forgotten that years ago I had been searching for ideas for the possibility of a girl. Funny enough, while I did want a girl-you can read that blog here-I REALLY wanted a boy for my husband. His want for a boy outweighed my girl and I wanted him to be happy. Plus, I’d have another chance.
This go round, I just couldn’t hide it. I REALLY wanted a girl. I know some people don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, and maybe this makes me a bad person, but I wanted a girl and there isn’t a thing I could do to change that. I have spent the past few months telling myself that another boy would be fine. I love my son more than I could possibly describe. Brothers would be so special. Two boys dressed as knights and slaying dragons and building Legos is a world I could imagine with love. Continue reading
Pregnant And Afraid: What You Need To Know
After recently listening to a girl who was pregnant with her first child share her anxiety about her upcoming childbirth, I was inspired to quickly jot down important things I learned from my own experience. While I read the books and took the classes, there were still some things I didn’t think about until after I checked in. Also, several of the things I was anxious about turned out to be quite trivial in hindsight. Continue reading
Why It’s Totally Cool To Have A Meltdown When Your Child’s Forehead Is Hot (See what I did there?)
Every time Jack has even a low grade temperature, I go into panic mode. As a nurse, I know that fevers are actually a good thing. They are your body’s way of getting rid of foreigners that are trying to take over. By increasing the body’s temperature, organisms that don’t belong are (in a nutshell) heated to death. The nurse part of me says, “Becca? What’s your frickin problem? He’s fine. Take a chill pill and go to bed.”, but the mother part of me says “No. Way. We CANNOT rest until the tiny human is back to normal. It is your JOB. It is YOUR fault if his temperature increases to 104 in his sleep.” The mother part always wins. Any other kid and I would give them some Tylenol and check on them in the morning, but Jack? Jack is MY kid, and the only way to get any sleep is to sleep in his room and listen to him breathing. Continue reading