The Ugly Cry And The Perfect Day

A couple days ago Mike told me that my birthday present was a trip to the beach next week. So of course I promptly made an appointment to have hair ripped from my body. I spent the morning at an uber swanky spa that was surprisingly affordable and came home utterly relaxed.

Adam had slept the whole time I was gone and it allowed Mike to get a bunch of stuff done, including to my delight, cleaning the kitchen! As I walked into my room to deposit my winter clothes scored at wicked Labor Day prices, I noticed it. A package sitting on my bed. Last week I bought a few cloth diapers but those had already come in the mail. I had no clue what it was until I saw the return address. 

TULA. It was a Tula. 

“What is this?!?!?!” I shrieked to Mike. “Oh my gosh it’s a TULLLLAAAAAA!!!!” At this point I was ripping the package open because my most coveted baby carrier in the world was somehow inexplicably on my bed. And it was addressed to me! I finally got through two of those postal service envelopes and what fell out? Spotted Love. 


Isn’t she beautiful? 

Oh wait I should explain why at this point I was sobbing and clutching this baby carrier to my chest as if I had just won the lottery. Because I had just won the lottery. Tulas are a well-made, comfortable, crazy cute carrier that I have never heard a bad word about. I’ve wanted one for as long as I’ve known they existed, but couldn’t justify having one since I’ve already acquired a nice stack of wraps and carriers already. I was even considering selling one of them to fund a Tula. Not only do I not have to do that now, but the note that came in the package made everything 100 times more wonderful. 

Dear Tricia,

We decided to get your dream carrier because we love you and you deserve to enjoy the moments of holding your little ones close. 

Love, Mary, Xochitl, Frankie, Sarah, Jennifer, and Natalie

Six of my best friends from high school had gotten together and bought me the carrier. Well needless to say there were a couple of phone calls where my ugly cry made it impossible to speak, so I decided to just write my thank you to them before I passed out. 

I finally caught my breath and relaxed a little bit and Mike asks me, “Don’t you want to try it on?” Oh yeah!!!


Like a glove. 

After lunch we were planning to go to a Farmer’s Fair down the road from our house and it became the perfect way to try out the carrier. I wore Adam for a little while and it was very comfortable, but the temperature was really high and it was very humid so we switched to a more airy backpack type carrier. I got a good picture though! 


Adam just wanted to see the vroom vroom. 

Having this carrier in my possession just solidifies my incredible love of baby wearing. The joy I’ve gotten from carrying Adam close to me is hard to describe, but it’s given me moments like this:

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And it’s made me swoon over Mike time and time again: 

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Even my family has gotten in on the love: 





I’ll wear Adam until he’s physically too big to carry or he only wants to go in the stroller (he loves the stroller too!). I’ll wear the new baby just as long. I’ll even put one on my back and one on my front. I’ll hold my kids close for as long as I possibly can. 

To everyone who got me the Tula, and to everyone who got me my Ergo while I was pregnant with Adam, and to everyone who gave me money for my birthday and Christmas that helped me buy my wraps: rest assured that it was money well spent. There’s a lot of love shared in these baby carriers, and a lot more still to come. 


That Was Unpleasant

Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. Yesterday was. Whew! A day. 

I have no idea what caused me to get sick. I don’t think it was dinner because Mike is fine, and I’m not sure about a bug because Adam is fine also. But something happened and I couldn’t keep anything down for the entire day. Bread, crackers, even a sip of water sent me running to the bathroom. It was even kind enough to wake Mike and I up at 5am to kick things off. 

Let’s just say, I’m MORE than happy that it was just me and not the baby too. I was basically down for the count all day yesterday and Adam was an angel. Every time I had to run to the bathroom Adam would bring me presents and set them next to me on the floor. He wasn’t scared at whatever was coming out of me, but seemed kind of fascinated actually. So far I’ve only been sick due to morning sickness a couple times, so he hasn’t really been exposed to it. Well, he saw it plenty of times yesterday that’s for sure. 

Since I’ve lost so much weight due to morning sickness, I keep track of it just about every day. Yesterday morning I was almost back to my pre-pregnancy weight. I had one measly pound to go! Then, the unpleasantness happened. This morning I was down five full pounds. Almost six. Needless to say I will be working on replenishing my body’s much needed hydration today. I have successfully had half a glass of water and a few tidbits of food so far today with (fingers crossed!) no consequences. Progress!

So I guess it was a 24 hour thing? Who knows. I’m just glad that it’s over and my baby did not wake up vomiting everywhere. I can handle a lot of things, but throw up just isn’t one of them. Stay healthy baby. Mama says so!

All Systems Normal

Today was the kind of perfect day that you wish for all summer. There was a beautiful breeze, the sky was mostly clear with gorgeous puffy cumulus clouds on the horizon, and it was maybe 80 degrees. It was cool enough that when I went to the store I was able to wrap Adam on my back for the first time in quite a while. And, let me tell you. I miss wrapping Adam So. MUCH. 

Since all of the unpleasantness with my stomach started five weeks ago, it’s been a very tough to get him up. I get nauseous, I sweat, and I end up wrapping him too loose or too low and my back hurts by the time I’m done shopping. So into the cart he went, instead of snuggling with me and laying his head down on my back while we shop. He did that today, and it made me so happy that I bought him a present: pajamas with elephants, monkeys, and fire trucks. I mean, two of his favorite animals and a vroom vroom?!?! This kid is going to never want to take these pjs off!

Mike and I think Adam misses being wrapped too. There were a couple of weeks where he didn’t sleep well and was very restless. He wasn’t sick, hasn’t cut any teeth, and since Mike started to wrap him more after work he’s gone back to sleeping all night. Needless to say, I’m very glad that I’m feeling better and could give my Peanut some much needed cuddles. 

The reason I’m feeling better? Zantac, the miracle acid reducing pill. I take it every night before bed and it keeps everything settled so I can, you know, eat. My midwife is a beautiful human being for telling me to take it and I will continue doing so until my second trimester so my aversions don’t come back. 

Other than a couple of pounds I need to put back on, I really do feel a lot better lately. I’m cooking again, eating (with some really fun and weird food cravings emerging), and I’m back to sleeping through the night. The casserole dish was brought out for the second time in two weeks so I could make shepherd’s pie (yum!!). Last week it was enchiladas that I very nearly ate by myself. Mike got two, but only because I specifically saved them and told him to eat them. Because I’m a good wife. 

On the baby front, our little bun in the oven is growing well and starting to make my belly stick out. According to my weekly pregnancy calendar, it’s the size of a small lemon. I don’t know how much longer my normal shorts will fit but if I can make it to the fall I’ll be happy. I don’t want to buy any maternity shorts just to wear them for a few weeks. If the cool weather this week is any indication, Fall might come a little early and save me. 

Aaaand there’s the timer telling me I can dig into a giant casserole that might (MIGHT) last a couple of days. I mean, I’m still down two pounds! How else am I going to get them back?



My Gas Baby And The Pregnant Lady Grumps

As I write this I’m 8 weeks pregnant, although since we haven’t told most people I’ll be saving it to publish later. I want to document everything I can so I can share the experience with friends and family who don’t live close to me.

A few local people know already (my best friend, my play group, and my in-laws). For my side of the family I want to tell them when we have our Fantasy Football draft on the 23rd (18 horribly long days away!). But all I want to do when I talk to one of them is shout to the rooftops that baby number two is on its way!!! It’s funny because the last time I was home I was five months pregnant with Adam, and this time when we go in late October I’ll be four months pregnant. Apparently I only go home when I get knocked up.

Other than really close due dates, this pregnancy has been drastically different than the last one. The first couple of weeks I craved every food there was on the planet. One day I had a craving for Chipotle, Indian food, Zaxby’s, and Italian. Then, as if to play a cruel, cruel joke, I hit week six and morning sickness hit me. BIG TIME.

There is no food that sounds appetizing. Nothing that I can look at and not gag a little. I’m so hungry though! This has created a particularly heinous brand of pregnant rage. I’m grumpy because I’m hungry and in pain and I’m tired and bloated and GET AWAY ARGGHHHH!! Adam is really the only human I can handle being in the same room with sometimes.

Last time I could eat basically anything except ranch dressing. I would vomit occasionally and be totally fine afterward, but I never had the aversion to all food like I do this time. (Note: I know I’m going to get a thousand people saying “maybe it’s a giiiiirrrlll!!!”. Maybe it is, maybe it’s another boy. They’re all different! My sister had the exact same pregnancy twice and ended up with a boy and a girl. End of pregnant lady rant.)

All of this eating-to-survive has left me a couple of pounds lighter. The beautiful gas baby that exploded the minute I got pregnant has dissipated. I had to break out the prego clothes a couple of times but this week I can actually button my shorts. That’s not to say I don’t still wear my insanely comfortable maternity skirt every chance I get. What? It’s comfy!!

There have been a couple good days lately where I can actually get food down, and it makes a world of difference. This morning, for instance, I was feeling really gross and barely ate anything. This meant I was super tired and didn’t want to clean the house even though it desperately needed it. I made breakfast for dinner, though, and after a nice filling egg, bacon, and cheese bagel I went into crazy cleaning lady mode. I got the laundry, dishes, and baby cleaned all after 5pm tonight.

Of course there are still dishes in the kitchen because they were so piled up that they didn’t all fit in the dishwasher. I tried to clean them. I so tried! But after Adam went to bed I put the laundry away and cleaned up all of the non-dishes in the kitchen, and cleaned off the table and Adam’s high chair, and just couldn’t make myself do anymore. It’s 9:15 after all and I’m beat. I’ll get it tomorrow morning while Adam is eating breakfast.

So that’s what’s going on so far. Hungry. Tired. Angry. Your basic first trimester trifecta. Hopefully I can get it all under control and the nausea stops sooner rather then later. Last time it lasted until 13 weeks. We’ll see I guess!


*Update* I’m still down 4 pounds even though every day has been a little better. I also told my family a week and a half before the draft, because we heard a heartbeat and I didn’t want to wait!

That’s My Boy

It’s already been mentioned once or twice that Adam looks a tad like me. The eyes, the light hair and little button nose do resemble photos I have from when I was a toddler.



I don’t know. You be the judge.

Other than the family resemblance though, there are a couple of things he does that I feel resemble me in all my dorkitude.

First, the unnatural pull to the TV. He loves it, will sit still in front of it for a long time, give me one of those looks when his show is over that says, “I’m not ready for it to be over make it happen again!”

And I know (I know!) TV for babies is the devil and it’ll rot his brain and blah, blah I get it. Which brings me to similarity number two: he loves to read. Better than TV right? I’ll find him siting on a pile of books in the corner going from page to page and looking at the pictures. I think it’s only a matter of time before I lose track of him for an hour or so and find him in his room reading a chapter book that he can’t put down. Yes, my mom frequently wondered where the heck I was and found me doing exactly that.

This afternoon I asked him if he wanted to read a book and his little face lit up immediately. He ran over to the couch to get settled while I picked out a book, then sat on my lap and made animal noises and turned pages for me while I read about bunnies and ducklings and elephants. After I was done, he signed “again” and I started over at the beginning of the book. He didn’t care about the narration so much this time. Just the pictures and the turning of the pages. Seriously, he MUST turn the pages!

After reading time I fed him lunch and, after downing an entire PB&J, he was ready to play! Until now his personality hasn’t really resembled Mike or me. he likes to vroom vroom his cars, run from Mom and Dad while we chase him, and as he’s gotten older has been just the sweetest kid. Today while we were playing a little quirky, goofy boy came out and it was like looking into a tiny mirror. He was being so silly! He made funny faces at me, and when I laughed he lapped it up and kept going. He jumped up onto the couch with me and thought it was hysterical to collapse backwards and put his feet in my face. We giggled and cuddled and made faces at each other for a good 30 minutes. It was so fun to see his personality come out a little more.

Now don’t get me wrong, this could totally be a Mike thing too! I guess I haven’t asked his parents enough questions about his personality as a kid. But it’s me too. Oh man we’re in for some fun if Mike was as weird as I was as a kid. It’s all good though. My boy can let his freak flag fly if that’s how he’s made. Also, a big shout out to The Big Bang Theory and all other geeky pop-culture for making this totes okay! I wonder if we can surprise him one day with a trip to Comic Con or something!

*A little note to end this because it has nothing to do with our similarities. Adam has found the food love of his life: string cheese. It is his favorite thing in the world. The love is so deep that he recognizes and freaks out over the sound of the wrapper coming off! I also have to monitor him closely because he’s been known to put half the stick in his mouth and pretend that it’s all gone so he can get more! The other day he chose cheese over a Ding Dong. Chocolate! So not like his mom.*

Triple Birthday Party Weekend

Between Friday and Sunday, I went to three birthday celebrations. It was the busiest weekend I’ve had in a very long time, so today Adam and I are doing NOTHING. Nothing, nothing! Okay, I vacuumed. But nothing else!

Friday night was the first bash. It was Mike’s aunt’s birthday and we all went out to a steakhouse for her annual birthday dinner. We missed last year because we had a 5 month old and he wasn’t the most reliable kid when it came to riding in cars, so we said sorry we’ll see you next year! There were 10 adults and 3 kids so the table was long and didn’t really lend itself to stimulating conversation, but we still had a good time. I eventually went to the other end of the table to talk to the people down there so at least I got to say hi I was here I swear! Adam was pretty wiggly and wanting all the things everywhere, but there were no major meltdowns. Mike played the baby entertainer admirably.

The drive home worried us the most. Not only was it about half an hour past his bedtime, but it was also going to get dark before we got home. Adam has historically lost his mind in the backseat when it’s dark. That night though? Not a peep. He hung out in the backseat with his binky in and just chilled the entire 45 minute ride. A few times we though he had gone to sleep, but then he’d make a noise and prove that he was just being an angel.

Birthday number two was for one of the boys in Adam’s play group. The party started at noon, which was perfect for the birthday boy because it was between his two naps. It was actually during Adam’s nap though, so I was a bit worried about him being too tired. Of course, on the way over I was 10 minutes from the house and my sweet boy who had fought sleep the whole way over conked out. Like that slack look that says I am ASLEEP. So, I parked in a Starbucks with a chai latte and was 20 minutes late but at least he got some sleep!

That small nap helped tremendously and Adam was such a good boy again. He played nicely, charmed the grown ups, ate lunch (and snacks! and ice!) like a champ, and really looked like he was having a great time. I had a great time too. The party was chill, there weren’t too many kids creating chaos, and I had a fabulous conversation with my friend’s dad.

Even having only slept for 30 minutes, Adam didn’t go back to sleep the rest of the day. As soon as we got home I put him down for a nap, but he just laid up there for an hour. I’ll call it “quiet time” I guess.

Sunday was an unprecedented party number 3. This one was later in the afternoon so Adam had his nap and was happy as pie when we got there. The party was held at a place called The Little Gym, which is one of those giant padded play rooms where kids can hop and play and climb to their hearts content without hurting themselves.

Note: I managed to hurt Adam on the one piece of equipment that wasn’t bubble-wrap soft. He was climbing up a tiny climbing wall and as I tried to help him by lifting his hips a bit he lost grip with his arms and face planted into it. He cried and cuddled for a minute and then, through his tears, pointed to the ground as if to say “I’m not done playing mom thanks for the cuddles gotta go!”

I had a fantastic time at this party too. It was different than the first but equally as good. I don’t have pictures from the first two days but here are some from Sunday. (Sorry about the blurriness of some of them. My kid moves fast!)









Oasis Lost

Adam can get onto the couches by himself now. He still mashes his face into the cushion while hiking one leg as high as he can to drag his body up, but he can do it with no help anymore. I should be cheering this accomplishment with super happy words but really, I’m not so jazzed.

The couch was my little oasis where I could put things out of his reach and get stuff done. The remote is no longer safe from grabby hands. My cell phone has been snatched repeatedly from the top of the couch because I forgot that, oh yeah, the kid can climb now. I used to lay the piles of laundry I just took out of the dryer on the back of the couch until I got it all separated. That pile ended up being dragged back down and depiled. My beautiful stacks!

I also can no longer eat in peace. I used to eat on the couch and feed Adam some tidbits when he showed interest. He would mostly play with his toys and I’d get a meal in. Today? He climbed up onto the couch, then shoved his way onto my lap making a “nom!, nom!, nom!, nom!” noise and ate about half of what I had. This is after HIS lunch, by the way. It’s not like my bottomless pit kid was hungry because he ate everything I put in front of him today!

I suppose I shouldn’t lament him eating too much. Especially since he’s, you know, eating. I’ll have to rethink everything I do now. The remote goes up on the fireplace mantel or the counter, and I’ll leave my phone in my purse (although Adam is almost tall enough to reach that too!). This will buy me a couple months right?

Unless of course he develops Spiderman-like abilities and climbs the walls. I’ll be on the lookout for radioactive spiders.