Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Getting Rid of the Pacifier at 18 months

We took the next big leap in our child's life: 
Taking away the Pacifier. (eek!)

I was never one of those parents who was under the impression that pacifiers were the devil and that my kid would have screwed up teeth because of it. 
My husband had braces for 10 years so there are already potential dental woes in our kids' futures. Might as well let her enjoy the paci. 

We gave her a pacifier from the day she was born. Knowing what I do now, I have my favorite brand and will be utilizing only that type for Will. 

Speaking of Will; this whole decision arose somewhat out of the blue after I realized that my goal of having Addi off the paci by 2 years old was going to fall right after her new little bro came into the world. After reading extensively on the easiest ways to rid your kid of this demonic sucking device, I knew that just wouldn't be the right time. She'll have enough adjusting to do without taking away her beloved paci. 
Plus, I planned on getting rid of [either throwing away or hiding] all pacifiers from our house, car, office - anywhere and everywhere [because they really do end up everywhere. I'm sure I'll find a few in my jacket pockets next Winter]. And that just wouldn't be possible when we plan on having Will use the same paci that Addi did. 
I saw a lot of stealing from her brother in our daughter's future. 

Now as I said, I read as many articles as I could on the best way to go about doing this without traumatizing all of our lives in the process. I tend to over-research everything I do with my daughter. Did the same thing when we were switching from formula to milk and bottle to sippy cup. It's just the way I mentally prepare for such daunting tasks. So I thought I might help out another desperate mama who is looking for a few tips. 
If I can help just one more mama out, I will feel like it was all worth it!

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First off, let's start with the "why." 
Why did I really want to get rid of the pacifier? She's only 18 months old, it's not like she's one of those 5 year olds still using a paci. 

-Gone by 2. As I mentioned before, my goal was to have it gone by the time she was 2 years old. No particular reason for this, it just seemed like a good age [and the age most doctors/dentists have it gone by]. But with a new brother coming when she's 22 months, I thought it best to get this over with before he was in the picture. 

- She's starting to talk. A lot. And consequently after we got rid of the stupid thing she picked up like 10 words in a matter of a week. Not even joking. I hated having her try to talk with the paci in her mouth. It drove me friggin' crazy. And forget asking her to take it out to talk. 

- I just wanted it gone. Much like the bottle, I was tired of it. I was tired of the terrifying thought that I left her paci's at home. I was tired of cleaning them after she dropped it on the ground for the 100th time. I was just done. I also felt like she was getting really attached to it and I needed to nip it in the bud before it got too out of hand. 

-It was starting to look ridiculous. Now that my baby is starting to look less like a baby and more like a little person [sobs], it was beginning to look more and more silly when she popped the thing in her mouth. 

Now onto the good stuff;
How'd we do it?

Before you start:
  • Choose a time when nothing is going on. No traveling, no major life events, no family in town; just a boring time where you can focus solely on this event. I would recommend when taking it away completely that you start on a Friday and do it through the weekend. If all goes as planned they will be over it by Monday. 
  • Agree on a plan with your partner. Even though I was the one who researched it all, I ran everything by my husband before deciding on what to do. I wanted to make sure we were in complete agreement on what we were going to accomplish so that when things got tough we would stick together. This eliminates the chance of the "well maybe if we did it my way..." arguments later on. These things are tough as it is. Add in arguments with your partner and you're destined to fail.
  • Collect all of the paci's you can find. It's like a treasure hunt only not fun. Look everywhere. Under crib mattresses, under beds, toy boxes, random cabinets, diaper bags, cars; if your kid is anything like mine, they hoard them for later use. It's like she knew we were going to pull a fast one on her and she wanted to be prepared for this moment. Put them in a container and store them out of sight. Otherwise they'll point to it and say "I want dis!" Sorry my love. I really want a million dollars but that's just not how it works.
  • Choose what method is right for your child: cold turkey or slow and steady. What I mean by this is, do you want to take it away in one fell swoop or do you want to limit it to only bed/naptime for a few days and then get rid of it completely? You know your kid best so you'll know which method will work. Make a plan and stick to it. Don't give up when it gets hard. And it will.
  • Set the bar low. I dreaded this process to the point where it made me ill. I just knew it would be horrible. Luckily it wasn't as hard as I had anticipated. By setting the bar low I felt like we did a really fantastic job! 
  • Embrace the phrase, "This too shall pass!"

SLOW & STEADY WINS THE RACE
As for us, we went with the slow and steady method. This was a mistake.
Our reasoning was because we were supposed to be traveling the following weekend and didn't want to break one of the rules I outlined above.

Starting on Tuesday I allowed pacifier use only at nap time and bed time. This seemed to work well except when she woke up from naptime or bedtime. 
Case in point: The first morning following this change in routine was rough. Her dad always get her out of her crib [he's the morning person], changes her and then feeds her breakfast. They have a set routine. That morning he asked her politely if he could have her paci. She, of course, refused and an epic battle ensued. Usually filled with giggles and laughs, this morning our daughter cried for 40 minutes straight. Including the ride to work. This did not help mommy's poor morning attitude.

That day after naps I was very careful to get her away from her crib as quickly as possible and distract her in any way I could. This involved singing, books, and movies on the iPad.
Tip #1: DISTRACT
The quicker they forget that they don't have their pacifier the happier they will be.

The days following never really got better, and as our trip got cancelled I decided to get rid of the damn thing completely. I believe this would have been our better option from the start, but again - you decide that for your child!


COLD-TURKEY
From most of what I read this was the preferred method for most parents. It's hard for the kiddos & parents at first but in the long run they get over it quicker.

Friday night at bedtime was when I decided to take it away completely. She had it for naps that day (I bring her to work so I couldn't exactly let her cry it out when she was pissed) but it worked out none the less. 

During the day on Friday I talked to her a lot about how we were going to go to sleep without paci this evening because we were a big girl now. Did she understand? It's hard to say since she's quite young, but I think she at least got the gist. If you have an older child this will be a lot easier. Calmly explain what's going to happen. This will prepare them for what's coming and there won't be any surprises.
Tip #2: PREPARE YOUR KIDDO

We were out a little late at my in-law's house (on purpose) so she got to bed about an hour later than usual. This helped to ensure that she would be extra tired when we put her down for bed.
Tip #3: PUSH BEDTIME BACK

That night, we had a very calm night time routine. Sometimes we stray from our plan (loud TV, lots of lights, etc.) so we were extra careful to make sure she was calm and relaxed before bed.

Daddy did her bath routine as usual and then we went into her room and got jammies on and read at least 4 books (she loves to read!). We had turned down the lights and turned her sound machine on in preparation for putting her directly to bed. 

When we had finished all of our nighttime tasks, I said, "it's time for night-night, Addi. We aren't going to have our paci tonight because we're a big girl." We kissed her good night and then laid her down in her crib. 
I told Matt, "We need to leave immediately." So we did. 
(Usually I linger at the door, tell her we love her and that we will be right outside)

She talked to herself for probably 10 minutes or so and then she was out.
That was it. 
I nearly lost it. I figured we'd have at least 40 minutes of crying and then her finally giving in and falling asleep. Much to my surprise, she just chatted with herself and decided it was time to go to sleep. 
And she slept through the night. *drops mic*
 She did wake up fussing at 5:30 (que the "helllll no" thoughts going through my head) Saturday morning but we let her fuss for about a minute and she went back to sleep until about 7, which is when she usually wakes up.When she got up in the morning she was a little fussier than normal, but much better than when we had let her have the paci some of the time. 

NAPS
For nap times I followed the same routine we always do for naps. 
I said, "it's time for night-night, Addi. No paci again because we're a big girl." 

Naps have been the hardest as she will typically fuss/cry for 10 minutes or so. I'm okay with letting her cry a little bit (I can differentiate her "fussing" cry and her "shit's gotten real, help me!" cry. Typically the latter happens when she drops her lovey over the side of the crib.

Not everyone is okay with letting their child cry and that is okay. Especially if you're dealing with a really young one. In our case, if I go in there she will not go back to sleep. It's better to let her know that she's not going to get her way simply by whining. This is obviously not appropriate for babies under 6 months, and sometimes not okay for babies under a year. It just depends on the child and your family's choices.

After that morning nap on Saturday I didn't mention the paci again. I thought it best to quit bringing it up. I would just say, "time for night-night!" and she was good to go.
Tip #4: FORGET ABOUT THE PACI

Other tips from around the web: 
-Offer a lovey instead 
-Collect all of the pacifiers together and have your child throw them out themselves
-Collect the paci's and take them to their 2-year check-up and give them to the doctor in exchange for a small toy or book
-Collect the paci's and take them to a store to "trade" them in a for a new toy
-"Lose" it! Tell your kiddo it's lost and hope they believe you


We're about two weeks in and I couldn't be happier with the results. As I mentioned in the prelim's, I set the bar really low. I was terrified of this process and thought it would go horribly.

Car rides have been the worst for me. Usually she sat there happily sucking on her paci and I never really heard a word. Now when I put her in there and she didn't want to get in, she will let me know. The entire car ride. Luckily we live in a small town so trips usually aren't that long, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant to have her screaming from the back seat. I have no recommendations for this problem other than investing in ear plugs. I'm hoping she gets over this trend soon.

Update since I wrote this: We had our first long road trip (3 1/2 hours) without the paci and it went surprisingly well! I always try to time my trips around her nap time so she slept for a good two hours each way. I also have Toy Story 1 & 2 on our iPad so she got to watch that when she was awake (she is currently OBSESSED with Buzz!!). 

I strongly believe that our success with this came from working together and sticking to a plan. Did we scream at each other once? Yes. 
Well, I did the screaming. But I'm pregnant and hormonal and my husband should really know to tread lightly around me. 
See, isn't she just so much more beautiful without the paci in her mouth?! 
Overall, just try to stay positive. If you don't freak out, your child won't freak out.
This is a really hard tip for me to follow because I'm high-strung as a rule, but I made it a point to talk to her patiently and quietly and it seemed to work very well.

I hope this helped! And if you weren't looking for assistance on getting rid of a child's pacifier, then I hope it was at least enjoyable to read! 

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

My Version of Childbirth vs. the Movies

I meant to write this post before Mother's day but I never got around to it, so it will have to do being a couple of days late. 

In honor of being knocked up [and therefore having one thing on my mind: babies], I thought I might share the differences between movie births and actual births. 

Hint: they're not the same. 

My sister-in-law is currently pregnant with her first and, like I was with my first, is terrified of the birth process. I swore in my younger days that I was going to request a C-Section just to avoid the awkward "poop during labor" scenario. Turns out I was just young and stupid. 

The birth of my first daughter was the best moment of my life. The entire experience was so pleasant that I'm absolutely looking forward to the next one! I'm excited to push a kid out of me. Something's wrong with me. 

Anyway, let's get down to the nitty gritty, shall we?

6 Differences between my Childbirth & the Movies:

1. Most women's waters break to start labor
False. In fact, only about 15% of women's waters actually break on their own. The other 85% have theirs broken by doctors to get labor a-movin'.
Turns out I was one of the 15%, though. My water broke in the morning as I rolled over to attempt to get out of bed! No contractions, no other indicators. In fact, I wasn't even aware that my water had broken until later that morning.
Speaking of which...

2. A woman's water breaking is a giant gush of fluids, Niagara Falls style
Also false. Well for most of us Fifteen Percenters, anyway. According to a Baby Center survery of over 1,000 moms, only 14% experienced the movie-themed "waterfall" effect when their water broke.
As for me? I thought I pee'd myself while attempting to roll out of bed. Which isn't really that rare of an occurrence when you're 109 months pregnant. It wasn't until later that morning when I was at work and experienced a...er...."trickling" effect that I thought perhaps something much more was going on. Surely I couldn't be peeing myself that often. I called the hospital and they had me come in to check if it was amniotic fluid or pee. Turns out it wasn't pee, so yay! Baby time!
My sister went into labor via contractions and had to have her water broken with both of her boys. Every mom is different!
Pictured: as Jane waddles down the street, a sudden gush of fluid indicates that she has suddenly gone into labor!
Not pictured: The poor bastard with a mop cleaning up after her uterus.
3. There's no time to get to the hospital! 
For some moms this is 100% accurate. For me, it was a lot of waiting. Even though my water had broken at 6 am that morning, I didn't have an actual contraction until they started the pitocin. When your water breaks you only have a 24 hour window to have that kid before there's a risk for infection so they gave me the option to start a pitocin drip and I happily obliged. I wanted to see my baby girl and I wasn't going to wait any longer than I had to. Plus they wouldn't let me eat and that was not cool.
I did my make up and hair while waiting. #badass
Once they got me started on pitocin the contractions started rolling along and I wanted to get that kid out of me as quickly as possible. I waited too long to ask for an epidural so I got to feel way more of the contractions than I cared to. Luckily we live in a small town so the anesthesiologist was in the hospital already and came right up.
I had Addi at 8:41 that night, so I was technically in labor for 14 hours, though it didn't feel that way since I didn't have horrible contractions the entire time.

4. You want to murder your husband.
I honestly thought of all the pregnant people in this world, I would want to murder my husband the most. Turns out that wasn't true. We totally teamed it up and he helped me through the entire thing. I could tell he was terrified, but for some reason I thought that was pretty damn cute.
Yeah, sure, they got you into this mess. But they are also there to help you through it.
So try not to murder them.

5. Epidurals are like magical unicorns, only better.
This is 200% true. My mom had all three of us naturally, mostly because epidurals just weren't that common when she was pregnant with us. Everyone was all scared of the whole "spinal tap" lingo [can't really blame them] and the long-term effects so they just didn't do them much.
Now days it's epidural central. THANK GOD.
Once I started having contractions, I wanted to kiss the ground my mother walked upon. I said over and over, "I don't know how moms do this without medication!" Natural birth mothers became my new heroes. Seriously. I worship them. Do I think they're a little crazy? Sure. But I get why they want to do it. I'm not here to start a debate on drugging my kid, I just don't share those values.
The minute after I got my epidural I felt like everything was again right with the world. I actually got to ENJOY the birth of my child!

I couldn't feel her coming out [which I was okay with], I couldn't feel the giant tongs they had to stick in my lady parts to get her out because the cord was wrapped around her neck, and I didn't care afterward when they had to put like 1,000 stitches in either. And you know why? Drugs.

6. The entire birth process is awful, sweaty, incredibly painful and all around a miserable experience.
Like pregnancy, some women love birth and some probably don't. I truly enjoyed every second of my daughter's birth, even though there were complications at the end that nearly caused me a heart attack. I slept maybe 4 hours the entire time we were in the hospital because I was riding high on adrenaline and the fact that my baby girl was finally here!

I cannot stress enough to first-time pregnant moms or people who are just mulling over the idea of having children that it is absolutely, positively one of the best things in life. 

Pregnancy can sometimes suck but once you have that baby in your arms you couldn't give a crap about all that other bad stuff. 
Including crapping on your OB during labor. 

I still have no idea whether the dreaded accidental labor poop actually occurred. The doctors and nurses spare you the embarrassment and allow you to keep your dignity if it does happen, so don't stress. 
Just go, man.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Gender Reveal!

I'm sorry it took me so long to get this post up! It's been a crazy past few weeks
Exciting, but a bit crazy! 



A couple of weeks ago we had our 19-week sonogram which also included the gender reveal! I commend those who can wait the entire 10 months to find out the sex of their baby but I am not one of those people. I have  to know!! Mainly because it drives me crazy to call my unborn child "it". I like to call him/her by name! It makes it a little more real for me. :)

So here's how we did the reveal:
My parents came into the sono room with us. I wanted them to be the ones who had the secret this time around, as hard as it was for them! The sono tech did the gender parts last, so we turned away and she silently showed them the parts. Luckily it was very easy to see, I was really worried the little one wouldn't cooperate!

The night before I had made cupcakes. I got a box of the funfetti ones from Walmart for $1. One dollar, people. I also got a thing of icing for $1.50. The thing that cost the most was the candy to fill the inside of the cupcakes. Instead of doing M&M's, I found a chocolate candy that was similar and did a red & blue. Total investment for the cupcakes was about $15 (the candy was ridiculously expensive. If we were doing this again, I would have dyed icing instead, much cheaper!). Compared to the $50 bucks that some places charge, this was a steal. 

Anyway, when we got home from the sono, my mom and dad filled the inside of the cupcakes (I had cut out the middle of them the night before) with the appropriate color of candies and then iced them! 
They turned out so cute and they were super tasty! 

Another fun last minute addition I decided to do was the clothespins. I saw this idea on Pinterest. The one I saw painted the appropriate color on, but I wanted something quicker (I had already baked cupcakes and made an entire spaghetti dinner for the crockpot!) so we just wrote the name in sharpie. One side said "Charlotte" and the other side said "William". I asked everyone to choose which they thought it was and pin it to their shirt!
 I was sure it was going to be a girl, for karmic reasons.

Turns out it was a.....

BOY!
Addi: "Uh ma, can you get me one of those spare cupcakes?" 


Mav enjoyed the reveal more than anyone else. 

We did a small gathering, just our parents and brothers/sisters. It was perfect! I didn't want to make it a big hairy deal, just something quick and fun (since we're stopping at 2 kiddos).

I really should have done a tutorial for the cupcakes but it was super simple. I just kind of winged it anyway. There are lots of tutorials available on Pinterest if you're interested in saving some money and going this route!

We're super excited to have a little boy...a new challenge for us! I'm 21 weeks tomorrow so I'm more than halfway done. September will be here before we know it!


Monday, April 20, 2015

A mama-bear Girl-Power! rant

Happy Monday, everyone.
I want to take a moment to introduce you to my daughter.

She bares many adoring qualities, so many that I doubt I could name them all in one blog post. Among them are strength, stubbornness, independence, orneriness, the love of play, and getting into trouble. 
She loves to read. She loves cars. She loves playing ball. She loves cats. She loves laughing.
She loves all things kids love. 

You've probably already noticed that she's wearing Batman pajamas in this picture. It was taken this morning after her nap. 

Shortly before this picture was taken, a nice lady came into the office and immediately took notice of her. 
How could you not? Her big, brown eyes are hard to resist.

"He's just all over the place!"
"How old is he?"

This wasn't the first time someone had mistaken her for a boy. I often dress her in clothes from the boy's department, mainly because I crave a variety of colors and print options that the girls section just doesn't have. You get pink, purple or yellow and that's about it. Sometimes I hit the jackpot and can find a teal blue shirt, but those instances are few and far between. 
The other reason is fit. My child is no string bean by any means, but the more the days wear on, the more baby fat melts off her precious face and she looks more and more like a little girl rather than a baby. Target [my favorite retailer and shopping destination] has a bad habit of making their girls clothes much too tight and short. Right now I'm having to buy her 2T in shorts so they're not riding up her butt every time she moves. She can easily fit into boys 12 month shorts and shirts. 

"It's she, actually, and she's 17 months."
I don't often correct people in passing if they get her gender wrong because it's an easy mistake to make when they're this young, and frankly I just don't care that much. But in this case she had asked me a question about my daughter and I wasn't going to intentionally call her a "he" in my reply just to avoid awkwardness.

"But she's wearing BATMAN!" 
And your point is....?

This is where the anger sets in. I knew the nice lady meant nothing by this comment. Not everyone is as annoyingly gender-equal crazy as I am. The reason is quite simple: not everyone thinks about it. To be honest, I didn't even think about it until I was pregnant with my daughter and I saw how these types of things could affect my child. 
But that doesn't make it any less annoying.

The kindest reply I could come up with was,
"Yes, she likes superheroes too."
and left it at that.

I can think of 100 questions now that I would like to ask that lady. 
It's similar to when someone says something mean to you but you can't think of anything witty to say at the time so you just kind of stare at them stupidly and then walk away. But later you come up with like 4,000 things you could say that would have made them feel like an asshole. 
That was me in this situation.

Please take a moment to think about what this lady said.
Let's break it down.

First off, she was a stranger. Assuming the gender of a baby or toddler is a tricky business unless they're wearing a shirt that explicitly says, "I'm a girl!" or "I'm a boy!" or their parents straight up tell you. If you're not sure, don't assume. You know how that saying goes.

Secondly, and most importantly, why can't my daughter wear Batman pajamas? That's a pretty simple question when you get down to brass tacks, isn't it? Why in the world would it not be okay for her to wear these particular pajamas?

Is it the color?
Is it because Batman is a man?
Is it because Superheroes are a "boy thing" and girls shouldn't be allowed to like things that boys like?
Is it because this lady is an unnerving prat who doesn't know her ass from her elbow?

The problem here was not that the lady assumed my daughter was a boy. Boys are cool, too. It's not offensive to say she was a boy, just like it's not offensive if someone mistakes a boy to be a girl. They might feel weird for doing it, but I don't think it's a big deal. 

The problem in this situation was that this lady didn't think Batman was for girls. If she had been wearing a pink hello kitty nightdress, I'm sure there wouldn't have been any doubt in her mind that my daughter was in fact, a girl. Because girls wear pink, right? 
Unfortunately this is just how our society sees boys vs. girls.

If my daughter wants to like Superman or Spiderman, that's her choice. If she wants to like Hello Kitty and Barbie, that's her choice, too. Neither of those things make her any less of a girl. If my nephews want to haul around a baby doll in a shopping cart, that doesn't make them any less boys. They all play in the same dirt, throw the same tantrums, and poop the same, smelly poop. 

Why are we deciding for our kids what it is or isn't okay for them to like? Why are we setting these limits to their play and their wardrobe? Why are we concerned whether or not that they're dressed "girly" or like a "boy"?
Who gives a shit?

Let them play!
Let them be their own person.
Let them decide what they like or don't like.
Let them be kids.

A sample of awesome Addi's wardrobe:







I hope you don't find this opinion annoying or offensive, as I know the whole feminism thing has gotten trendy as of late, but this is a discussion that needs to happen. 
This affects my children just as much as it does yours, boy or girl, young or old.

It's time to change the way we think.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

8 ways being pregnant the 2nd time is different than the 1st

As I slyly mentioned in my last post, I am once again knocked up. Due in early September in case you wanted to add it to your calendar. 

You probably gathered from my plethora of bitchy/satirical pregnancy posts with my first that I'm not a fan of pregnancy. I despise it, in fact. Luckily it all pays off in a matter of 9 months, but the wait to get there is really quite horrible. 

Now luckily not everyone agrees with me. Some people LOVE pregnancy. That's probably because they don't get the vomiting, migraine, swelling symptoms. 
And for that I say to them [in the rudest way possible]: "I hate you, please either shut up or pretend pregnancy sucks when you're around me." 

Luckily the second trimester has hit for me so I'm anticipating that "57 minutes of glory" to come along any minute. During those precious seconds in time, I will not feel like complete garbage and will make it a point to write a positive pregnancy post.

Having been pregnant once before, I've noticed a lot of differences the second time around. Like many things, there are pros and there are cons. Mostly cons. But I still get a baby at the end of the deal so I do feel pretty good about it.  

8 Ways Being Pregnant the 2nd Time is Different Than the 1st

1. That whole "other kid" thing.

The first and most obvious difference for your second pregnancy is that you have another kid running around somewhere. Hopefully you have tabs on them. If not, you might want to check that situation out. 
In my case, I currently have a 16 month old to deal with on top of growing a human. This takes the exhaustion symptom to a whole new level. I also bring said toddler to work with me every day, so on top of working full time, I'm chasing around a now incredibly-mobile wild child. 

2. Working out? No.

With Addi, I continued my workout regimen strictly until I got too uncomfortable to do so [around the 3rd trimester]. I was running, I got up at 6 am to do yoga, I even did weights. 
You wanna know what my workout routine consists of now? Having a toddler. I run after her. I stretch when I'm picking up her tornado of toys every 5 minutes and I carry all 24 pounds of her around with me when I'm too impatient to let her lolly-gag [walk]. 
As for those "no excuses" moms who claim that they always make time to work out, good for them. But I'm not one of them. I get home from work between 4-5, make dinner, clean up the house, chase my kid around, try to stop her from throwing fits, do the laundry, prepare food/drinks/clothes for the next day at work, help with jammies [dad gives her a bath] and we put her to bed. I go to bed around 9 and then I get up and do it all over again. I hardly have time to eat dinner, let alone sit and watch TV. Or work out. 
I wish I had time, I wish I had the energy, and I wish I had the motivation. But keeping the house in line is higher up on my list of priorities at this point [nesting] so the cardio can wait. 

3. Less freaking out.
As a first time preggo, it's in your genes to be terrified every time something weird happens to your body. Anything and everything will make you fear the worst. It's biological. 
Now that I've been around the block once, I feel much more confident when something weird happens. Unless you have unusual bleeding or recurring pains, you're probably fine. I kept my OB on speed dial with Addi, this time around I couldn't tell you their number if I tried. It's a calming feeling.

4. Symptoms are different with each kid.
I'd heard this before, but it never really resonated until it actually happened to me. On top of the additional fatigue, I also vomited my entire first trimester, whereas with Addi I only had nausea. And I've had migraines. It's been peachy.

I didn't do the progesterone shots this time around but I am taking a supplemental pill. This, I believe, seems to be causing the migraines. The vomiting is nearly gone, so that's comforting. Still holding out for those 57 minutes of 2nd trimester bliss. 

5. Appointments seem to come a lot quicker.
With your first, every doctor's appointment is SUPER exciting. But they also felt like a million weeks apart. I remember counting down the days until the next one! It was so fun to ask my doctor questions and get to see the little squirt on a sonogram. 

Now? I can hardly remember when my last appointment was. I just know that I have to go again next week and we find out the gender and I'm all, whoa...where did the time go, dude? 
This is also enjoyable for me because I hated waiting for my next appointment. Being this busy makes it feel like they're only a week apart! Talk about convenient. 

6. People seem to forget you're pregnant.
I don't know if it's because the first was SO glorified but I feel like this baby isn't getting as much attention as our first. It could also be because I just started showing and people seemingly forgot I was even pregnant [this included myself some moments].
It's kind of a bummer but it's also nice not having people ask you how you're feeling every 10 minutes. 

7. You show a lot sooner. 
I'm going a different route with my pregnancy updates this time around [meaning I won't be doing a weekly, just because you've heard it all before] but trust me when I say that I'm showing a lot more than I did the first time around.

This is likely because I was only not pregnant for a year and 3 months before I got knocked up again, therefore my lady innards didn't get a chance to shrink back to their normal size. [You're welcome for that detailed bit of information]

8. People stop asking how many kids you're going to have.
Apparently it's not enough to just have one child anymore because from the minute I got pregnant the questions started rolling in regarding when we were going to have a second. At that point, I was all, "hey, yo, I just got pregnant, give it some time" but it didn't stop when she was born. It felt like the minute she came out people were asking when we were going to have a second. 
Now that we're having our second, people don't really ask. And if they do, I quickly say, "we're done at two." and that's it. No more questions. We're done. It's a freaking miracle. Because there are no negative Nancy's out there telling you that you can't have an only child. Two seems sufficient to most people. Halle-freakin'-lujiah. 

It's the same principle, pregnancy, but it's much different if you've done it before. I know I've said it before, but I really am trying to get better about writing in my blog more frequently. I do have a lot going on these days so I have a lot to write about! I'll keep you abreast of the pregnancy situation, whether you want to hear it or not. 

Peace out, homies. 

Friday, March 13, 2015

Bathroom Makeover

Hey Ya'll! It's been a crazy past few months. The holidays flew by, Spring is nearly here, and I found out I am pregnant with number 2! Exciting times are in store for our household. 

Because of the influx in hormones and human-growing going on in my body, the nesting has started. It's in full force, people.

Last week was my 27th birthday [yikes] and I asked my husband to be my slave for a weekend instead of a gift. Also, there was no whining allowed [can't say he came through with that promise]. 

So while he took care of a few things I wanted done in Nugget's room [nursery reveal to come when it's actually done], I was busy redecorating the upstairs bathroom. 

I had two goals when planning this revamp:
1) Get rid of the infuriating tan color
2) Make it kid friendly while still appealing to adult guests

Since it is our main guest bathroom upstairs, I wanted to make it appealing to both kids and adults. Which is more tricky than I had imagined.

First off, I started by finding a new shower curtain. I loved the current one [a subway map of London's underground], but it's see-through. Meaning anyone who walks in can see everything in the tub. It's like having glass cabinet doors in the kitchen. No thank you. 


Looking at Target online I found a lot of great options, but one in particular caught my eye:
I thought it was the perfect mashup of adult & kid! 
And then I saw the price.
$89 bucks?? 
Even with my 5% RedCard discount I couldn't justify spending that amount of money. 
So, me being me, I thought, "eh, I can DIY that." 
More on that later. 

After finding the shower curtain I wanted, I had to decide on colors. 
Going for modern, I decided on light grey and coral red. I found some beautiful combinations of dark grey and red but this bathroom is quite cozy [small], so I wanted something a little lighter. 

Here are the before pictures of the old bathroom:


After picking up the paint at Lowe's and heading back home, I took a second look at the space and realized I wanted to do something fun on the wall above the tub [it's the first wall you see when you step inside the door]. I decided to paint that wall the red, but I also wanted to do a cool design. I searched Pinterest and quickly found a geometric look that's popular these days. 

The guy at Lowe's recommended painting all walls grey first because painting walls red is a real bitch. The grey would act as a primer [brilliant tip, Lowe's man. Worked like a charm]. 

After painting and edging all of the walls [only took one coat...hooray!], I started on the design.
My only tip for a project like this: 
Get a GOOD painter's tape.
Better yet, get GREAT painter's tape. 

Don't go cheap, people. It's like buying cheap toilet paper; it just won't work out.

Personally, I'm an avid believer in the Frog Tape [seen also in my Playroom Decor post]. 

I first edged the two side walls, then started with one long piece of tape down the middle of the wall [goes from middle to bottom left]. From there you can just lead pieces of tape wherever you want them to go. You can make your shapes as big or little as you want. It's quite refreshing!
I used an edging brush to paint the entire wall first [I think it helped to get the edges clearer in the long run] and then rolled two layers. 
I also did a couple of large shapes on two of the larger walls to add some more red. I made the mistake of listening to the helpful Lowe's man when he suggested I get an entire gallon. "It's only 5 dollars more!" he says. Turns out I could have done the entire thing with a quart, but oh well. 
C'est la vie.

I did two coats on these using only the edging brush. 
I took the tape off of these while the paint was still drying [as suggested by many articles] and only had a few spots to touch up with the grey. 

The results were flawless!! The red turned out perfect [and not too red. that would have been tragic].

Now onto the shower curtain. 
Let's recap the awesomeness:
Let's also recap the price:
$89.99

I'm not living on Bono's budget, friends. 90 bucks for a shower curtain was just not going to happen.
Instead, I went ahead and bought a plain white fabric curtain from Target at the [much, much] cool[er] price of $15. I also bought some black acrylic paint from Walmart for $2. The brushes I already had on hand.
Total investment: $17 bucks.

I covered our dining room table [which luckily happens to be black] with wax paper and laid the freshly washed/dried curtain as straight as I could. I also taped it on either side to the table so it was tight and wouldn't bunch. 

I started off on a bad note [pun intended] by making the "we" a hair too small. Problem solved by adding a music note on the other side. 
I didn't take many pictures because I was also cooking dinner for a crowd of people at the same time, so I was rushing to get this done. You know, so my guests could marvel at all the hard work I put into decorating a bathroom.

Here's the finished product:
I edged each of the letters for a cleaner look. The splatters were messy but fun. I put some black paint in a container with a little bit of water and then just...well, splattered it.
All over.
Including the floors and a bit on the walls. [It wiped off easily, thank God]

Okay, so it's not perfect, but it's close enough and I didn't have to spend 90 bucks to get it!

As I said in my Facebook post, I'm really happy with how this turned out.
I think it's fun and contemporary; all good things!


Saturday, January 24, 2015

Downtown Denver

We made our annual trip to Colorado last week for a long weekend getaway. We spent a majority of our time in Winter Park but stopped by Denver on our first day so Michelle and I could visit a wedding boutique in downtown.

I had only seen the downtown area at night so visiting during the day was a total "blow my mind" type of thing. It's like Lawrence on crack.

There are beautiful murals on the sides of most buildings, interesting art, fascinating people...I wish we could have stayed longer simply so I could have gotten more photos.

I couldn't believe the number of really cool lofts and apartment buildings!


I have a lot of pictures of the beautiful bridal shop we visited as well. I'll update you with those on a later date!
Right now I should be cleaning so I better go. Happy Saturday, all!