The following entry is from my Journal in March on the day I realized I was pregnant...while at Costco.
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Greyson's favorite book has been Hello New Baby for about a month or so now. He randomly picked it off the book shelf and it has been a nap and bedtime staple in our house. Murray and I find it ironic that this is the month that Grey may have a baby brother or sister in the works - or, in "Greyson's old apartment". Murray and I decided to start trying for a sibling this month and timed everything out perfectly (so far, fingers crossed!) and we think we may have been successful!!!
I began charting my last period (February 24th) and my ovulation cycle. As it is today, I believe I would be about 12-13 days past ovulation (dpo). I've had some funny symptoms the past week. It seems I blocked out all of my pregnancy in my brain because as it is happening (I think?!) it is all washing over me. Funny thing, is it's AS it's happening. For example...the overbearing full head headaches that seem to be centered at my hairline instead of the usual sinus area headaches I get. On Sunday we went to Costco and I got extremely sensitive to the road and carsick on the way - it's one freeway exit up the road! Once we got to Costco I had to pee (another indicator) and when I did I noticed a lot of cervical mucus (cm - another sign) (sorry, gross) and got so overwhelmed at realizing I was more likely pregnant than not, that I came out of the stall in a daze (okay, so I was also already feeling kinda dizzy)...walking all the way down a long hall and through some questioning looks from the checkers and people in line - to look down and realize my top pants button was still unbuttoned, and my belt was undone and trying to fly off in opposite directions around my waist. I must've been a sight. I laugh and we finish shopping but when we come out I have no idea which direction Murray parked the car. Murray laughed and said that an indicator for HIM that I was pregnant was the "mama brain". I also get nauseous if I don't consistently have something in my stomach and am wanting mostly bread carbs. My fingernails are really strong and nice right now (unusual) and I've been getting period stomach cramping, leg cramping, bloating, and a constant complete exhaustion.
Oh. And I couldn't eat my eggs this morning. Ding, ding.
Greyson's toddler development has turned a corner into Terrible Two Land. He knows one volume this week and that is Heavy Metal Hello Detroit Skid Row Screaming Banshee. Granted, the poor little peanut is growing in some teeth (still, and always it seems) and I can't imagine the pain he's going through. I sort of can only because he's still insisting on nursing periodically for comfort. Except this week has been less and less because why? You guessed it...my breasts feel fuller/heavier and more sensitive/owey!
Grey's other development: he can now say "hot", "apple", "iPad" (always yells this word for some reason, makes me laugh), animal sounds -"moo"(still 'boo', actually, but he tries), "baa", "neigh", and the sound for a pig he still makes a raspberry sound instead of a snort (so cute!). He can't quite make dog or cat sounds and he's trying really hard to say kitty but it still sounds like "khhkhhg" and dog still sounds like "zhh". He has said a few things out of the blue one time and not again in the past couple months. One such time was the other morning when he pointed and said, "Hey!". He hasn't said it since. He has also said banana, kitty, papaw, pop, bubb (for bubble) but doesn't use them regularly. His go-to dance move: tap dancing (there's a Gabba tap dancing segment he likes).
The animals have been acting kooky at night. Brute has energy bursts from being cooped up all day but the cat is just nuts always. She's been very, very patient with Greyson. She's a good cat. She stinks. And she's weird. But she's a good cat. Grey thinks she's some kind of stress ball. When he's feeling overtired, bored, anxious, angry - an emotion he doesn't know how to filter yet - he gravitates to the cat to lay on her and hold her hair (sometimes too tightly), rub his head on her head, step/sit on her, pull her tail...I am grateful that my Carmella girl is such a patient old broad.
Brutus had a seizure this week but at least, as terrible as it sounds, Grey was in the other room sleeping. It's double down sad for me when I have to soothe Brutus during his seizures and try to sound like things are semi normal not to scare Grey. My poor Brutey. I hate those darn seizures but there's apparently no med for him. It's a "let's hope we don't have another one for a while" kind of coping/living with it. Brutus still bounces back relatively easy, wanting to cuddle and sleep but also wants to eat and play later that night. Brutus is 6. That's still sinking in.
I wonder if the animals know if I'm pregnant before I do. Crossing my fingers. Our family needs some good news.
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