7 Week Update

7 weeks

What’s New With Mommy

Doctor’s Appointment:

I have my next appointment tomorrow to check on the heartbeat (since we weren’t sure if we saw one last time or not). Stay tuned for a doctor’s visit update tomorrow!

Symptoms:

I started feeling better for a few days, but today is not one of them…nothing sounds good to eat and I’ve been nauseated all day. I pretty much force myself to eat something and hope it stays down (I haven’t thrown up yet and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I won’t.)

Still moody. The worst part is I have a lot less patience right now, which you to have to have with a toddler who gets frustrated when she can’t communicate what she wants or when she just is not able to do/have something. Chris has been great though – he’ll take Penny on a car ride or to the store to give me a short break. I hope this moodiness is over soon!

Saliva still going strong…I have a teeth cleaning later today (hope they’re ready with suction…)

Baby Bump:

I definitely see a change in my belly from 6 to 7 weeks, although it could be bloating. I’ve noticed my clothes getting a little tighter around the waist, but I haven’t had to bust out the belly band or dig into my maternity stash.

Penny decided that she likes to help put belly butter on mommy’s tummy. She thinks it’s hilarious 🙂

Weight Gain:

I think I might have lost a pound,,,the scale has been reading around 120 most of the week.

Sleep:

I must be anxious or something because I’ve been having a lot of upsetting dreams lately…hopefully my subconscious cheers up soon.

Cravings/Aversions:

I had a run of a few days that I was feeling pretty good (I attributed this to eating more protein). I really wanted Dreyer’s Slow Churned Ice Cream (I blame the 50 commercials I must have seen for it). Guess what? It lived up to the hype! I have not, however, been able to eat my famous homemade pizza…the smell of the sauce makes me sick. Today I have reverted to morning sickness mode…nothing has sounded good since I woke up. I’ll hope for a better tomorrow appetite-wise!

What’s Up With Baby

Size:

Baby Simons is the size of a blueberry (about 1/2 of an inch).

Growth:

Hands and feet are forming, although they still look like little paddles. Baby is developing eyelids over his or her eyes – which have some color! The brain has two hemispheres now and the liver is making red blood cells until the bone marrow gets going and takes over that job. There is a loop in Baby’s intestines that form part of the umbilical cord that takes nutrients from the placenta to Baby. Still lots of growing going on this week!

Movement:

Still none, although I have felt some gas bubbles that feel like fetal movement (too early for that though!)

Bedtime Routine

Penny on the Patio

Chillin’ on the patio

If you read my post about our last time breastfeeding, you know that I’ve been concerned about changing my daughter’s bedtime routine. (If you haven’t read it, click here.)

Well, we’ve fallen into a fantastic routine now and bedtime at the Simons household couldn’t be easier. This is what a typical night looks like for us:

7:00 Dinner Time

7:30 Playtime on the patio/Walk outside (if it’s not too hot!)

8:00 Playtime in Penny’s room with lullaby music for a zen atmosphere

8:30 Bathtime (we have a song mommy made up…and no, you can’t hear it)

8:45 Brush Teeth (she loves this!)

8:47 Say “nigh nigh” to Daddy and back to Penny’s room

8:50 Turn on the lamp and turn off the light; read 2 or 3 books (whichever ones Penny picks out)

8:58 Grab the lovey and rock in the glider with mommy to a lullaby (usually “Hush little baby don’t say a word…”)

9:00 Kiss Penny goodnight and say sweet dreams (she usually goes right to sleep, but sometimes she talks to herself or her lovey for a while before drifting off)

Ever since we got into this groove, I haven’t had to go back in her room to comfort or rock her back to sleep once. It’s amazing! I’m so thankful that this transition has turned out so well for both of us! I love that she’s happy going to bed and that she is totally independent in comforting herself and getting to sleep on her own. I feel like we really reached a milestone and I’m so proud of her!

Lessons I’ve Learned from Lucy

I’ve been on an I Love Lucky kick. It’s fantastic. Whenever I’m feeling blah I turn on Hulu and get my Lucy on.

These are some of the things I’ve learned from I Love Lucy:

Lucy Crying

1. It’s OK to cry. It seems like every other episode Lucy is sobbing over something or other. Most of the time one of her schemes didn’t work out like she thought it would, but sometimes she cries just to get her way. Ricky, on the receiving end of what can only be termed a ‘tantrum,’ usually caves and/or feels extremely guilty and buys her something. I don’t think I’ll be going this route in my marriage (as I already have a 14 month old who has started throwing tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants and adding mommy to the mix might give my hubby apoplexy).

Lucy is enceinte

2. If you aren’t allowed to use the term ‘pregnant’ in your place of work, substitute ‘enciente’. This seems crazy in this day and age, but you couldn’t say “pregnant” on TV in the 50s – whoa! And her maternity clothes! Circus tents with frilly collars/decorative buttons. Talk about trying to hide a major fact of life. Sooo glad I live in a time when pregnancy can be talked about and is celebrated! (And the clothes are cute too!)

Lucy and Ethel

3. Lean on your close friends. Ethel was always there for the Lucy. Always taking part in Lucy’s crazy schemes (no matter how many times they backfired) and ready to back her up when Ricky was mad about whatever Lucy had done. We should all be so lucky.

Job Switching

4. Never take life too seriously. I Love Lucy only deals with the lighter side of life and I love that about it. There’s plenty of serious stuff we have to deal with everyday and I don’t need my TV shows adding additional anxiety to my life.

Lucy Dancing

5. Never give up. I think this is the most important lesson from the series. Lucy never quits trying to have her shot at fame. Poor Lucy…she’s not good at singing, dancing, or acting and she doesn’t know it (even though everyone around her tells her all the time). Still, she perseveres and takes every opportunity she can to be in the spotlight.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another season to watch!

Dear Husband…Why can’t you read my mind?

Maternity Couple

Chris and I during a maternity shoot when I was pregnant with Penelope

Communication. The one thing my husband and I fight about the most.

I want him to recognize when I need some help and do it without me asking.

He wants me to tell him what I want help with.

For some reason I find it really hard to do this. I mean really hard. I think I’m just one of those people who has to do everything myself (*ahem ahem* control freak…) and so when it all gets overwhelming (which it seems to do a little more now that I get tired and cranky more easily) I blame it on my husband, who ends up shrugging his shoulders with a perplexed look on his face and saying, “I’d have helped if you would have told me you needed it.”

An example: A few days we were at the pool with family. I had Penelope in a chair next to me and I was feeding her lunch and trying to eat mine at the same time. My husband had just finished cooking the food and was standing near the table eating some chips. Penelope started trying to get down from her chair (while I tried to keep her there) and she knocked over a bowl of cut-up fruit. For some reason (I’ll blame pregnancy hormones), I immediately looked at my husband and snapped, “You could help you know.” He, confused, said, “I didn’t know you needed help.”

Why can’t he read my mind? More specifically, why can’t he read my mind the second the thought, “I need help” blares through it? Maybe I just need to be more aware of situations that could result in the need for assistance and plan to seek aid before things become critical.

In less drastic situations (i.e. I’ve been handling a fussy Penny all afternoon and cleaning at the same time while he’s been reading peacefully) I know what I want just fine (help with the cleaning or the kiddo!), and I don’t think it’s asking too much for him to know as well. I guess it’s true what they say: women work in subtlety and men are more candid. I’ll just need to find a way to relinquish a little control once in a while and maybe he can take some classes in ESP, and we’ll find our way to the middle eventually!

Yay Naps!

Yes...I need all of these toys!

Yes…I need all of these toys!

Whew! I’m almost 7 weeks into my second pregnancy and I am pooped!

I remember the fatigue from my first pregnancy – the exhaustion that could usually be cured by lounging on the couch for a few hours with a catnap or two thrown in. No longer! With a toddler that has recently learned that by grabbing mommy’s hand you can take her anywhere you want to go, I spend my days being pulled from room to room to partake in the fun my Penelope has in mind for the two of us. So incredibly cute 🙂

However, for a pregnant lady who is drained by baby-growing, it can be tiring. So I do a new thing now. I take naps.

Yes, whenever my kiddo is down for her midday snooze, I go down for mine. It works out great – I can sleep and wake up rested and ready to run around after her for the rest of the day!

Beautiful, hour plus naps in my comfy, cool bed…ahhhh…I want to take another one now.

But, I’ll have to wait until Bugg’s naptime, because she has somewhere she wants to go and she’s taking me along for the ride!