YAY! Second Trimester!

YAY! I finally made it to the gym yesterday! First time in over two months…
I was still teaching my mommy and me yoga class but at least at my own class when I had the feeling that my breakfast was about to come up I could walk around the class and just shout out yoga positions. I didn’t look ridiculous going on my hands and knees instead of a downward dog. I also had Brody in class with me, so he was a welcome distraction to get out of a forward bend as my reflux was getting worse. The last couple weeks I have started to feel better, still sick in the mornings but as I did when I was pregnant with Brody, I am starting to manage it. Wake up, sharp piercing headache, get Brody, he runs around while I get sick (sometimes slamming the toilet seat into my head while mimicking me gagging, yes…this is very special), get Brody breakfast while I get my cup of coffee that I can not function without (don’t worry~ my only caffeine for the day), and take zofran (anti-nausea medicine~ my savior!) So within a half hour the nausea is gone and I can actually leave the house! YAY~ second trimester!

I’m really making it sound worse then it is~ I have it down to a routine at this point. I was the same with Brody and it pretty much lasted all 9 months. I was just saying to one of my friends, if you talk about how you are feeling, list everything that is wrong, everything that doesn’t feel right while you’re pregnant, it sounds so bad! (This of course being for those people who get sick, and not including the women who have perfect pregnancies with more energy, no morning sickness, and hardly any weight gain… so unfair!) So, I want to make sure I am more just stating what happens and not complaining, because it is hard to complain when it is so exciting underneath all the ailments. It really is one of the coolest experiences; creating another human… it’s just crazy.

I also had to bring Brody to Kids Club for the first time in a couple months too, he was miserable walking in. He started clinging to me before we even entered the doors. Crying hysterically and not letting go of my sweatshirt. We are only giving him his binks (binky) in his crib now, so he was fully just flipping out. As always, I know the second I leave he will be fine in 2.3 minutes, but it still doesn’t make it easy. I wanted to scoop him up, walk back to my car, and just be like “okay, we are not ready, we’ll try again soon” but I knew I got all the way there (not late for once) and I wasn’t just leaving! I left Brody hysterical, flailing in the woman’s arms and I walked to yoga. I paused down the hallway as I could still hear him crying and it was breaking my heart.

I got to class and two minutes in it felt great to be back! Wow, does a couple months off make a difference though! My balance is off, my flexibility not as great, and I definitely stumbled a few times. I do like the feeling though now that I have something to work towards, to achieve (and it’s not just my never successful headstand) I need to even work my way back to a tree pose without falling! Or other poses that I am lacking at now, but this is fun. When I was pregnant with Brody was when yoga became something deeper to me, something new even though I had been doing yoga for years, and now I am finally entering that stage again. The stage in pregnancy where I am not just laying around waiting for the next wave to come when I need to make a run for the bathroom, the stage where I can feel good, and workout again.
Like I said before, YAY second trimester!

Cherish Every Second, Even at 2am….

It’s no secret to my family and friends that I love my sleep and do not function well without it. This is especially difficult when you are the mother of a young child. Somehow luckily Brody has come to be a great sleeper. For awhile now he goes to bed at 8:30 and wakes up at 9am, we don’t hear a peep from him overnight. (I am always nervous to talk or write about this for the chance that I might jinx it!) I also have been sleeping until 9am. One of my friends actually has a theory about how a child sleeps, that the child will end up sleeping how you did when you were pregnant. This could be true too, when I was pregnant I was working at Banyan Productions and our start time was 10am… ahhhh, the days at Banyan. So I did sleep until about 8:30-9am too. Whenever I complain about not having enough hours in a day, my husband always comes back with “You could just wake up earlier”. Ugh! Who feels like doing that...? I know one day soon Brody will have school and he and I will have to start waking up earlier, so why not enjoy the sleeping in now?

So anyway the other night I hear crying at about 2am. I go in to check on Brody and he is screaming and completely inconsolable. He wouldn’t let me hold him, rock him; he wouldn’t sit in the glider with me. He threw his body on the floor and was screaming and slamming his right leg into the ground. I just started to rub his leg and foot, thinking maybe his foot was asleep or it was a Charlie horse? Do toddlers get Charlie horses? He started to calm down a little bit and I brought him downstairs to get some water.

As we sat on the couch, he drank his water and cuddled up with me and rested his head on my chest. I couldn’t help but cherish this moment. His one little hand grasping onto mine, even though it was about 2:30 in the morning at this point, I still didn’t want the moment to end. I always think about how he won’t be little forever, one day he won’t sit and cuddle up with me, or be small enough to sit on my lap. He won’t have these little chubby fingers and tiny hands that grasp mine. I just sat there and kissed his head. I love this child so much.

Also pretty soon it won’t just be us, when new-baby comes~ oh yeah! Btw, if you didn’t know I am pregnant again! I’m due in June, so Brody and the new baby will be two years apart. We are really excited and I am just hoping everything goes okay and the baby is healthy. But anyway, soon it won’t just be Brody and I, over the last year and a half I have gotten used to doing everything with him. He is my little sidekick. We are together every day and do everything together. I can count the times I have left him overnight, which has never been two nights in a row (I have no clue how I am going to leave him for a week in Feb when we go to Paris) I guess just for now I will continue to cherish every moment with him, what else can you do?

Have you had moments with your children that seemed annoying or inconvenient at the time, but you ended up cherishing?