Saturday, May 28, 2011

Finally Back

I don't know what has been going on. I've been trying to sign on to post and Google wouldn't accept my password. I changed it but it still wouldn't work. While researching my problem I found that it was a known problem. So I figured I'd wait it out. Now I'm back up and can't remember the posts I meant to post. Oh well.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Baby is Moving

I have now entered my favorite part of pregnancy. The baby is moving. I love the way that feels. The little flutters that start out so soft that you question if it isn't just your imagination. Then they get a bit stronger and more frequent and, yes, it IS the baby. I just love that. It's the one thing I could never complain about.

In fact, it is the one thing that in my 30-plus years of living, I have only heard two women complain about. And they are both rather miserable people who would find a downside to being handed a $100 bill with no strings attached. So they don't really count.

Most women I've met talk about how wonderful it is to feel their tiny babies wriggle around inside of them. Even if the pregnancy was difficult or unexpected. No matter what "type" of person they are. Young or old, hippie or preppy, religious or not, they all think it's neat.

When I was pregnant with Squiggle, it was absolutely my favorite thing about being pregnant. It was the one thing I knew I'd miss, even at 40 weeks, barely able to move around, and very ready to hold my baby in my arms. Sometimes I'd just sit there and concentrate on the little life squiggling around inside me. That is, in fact, how she got her (nick)name.

Now with the fluttering inside me, I feel very blessed to get to experience this miraculous sensation again.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Terrible Twos?

Everyone's heard about the terrible twos. I dreaded them before I became a parent. Then I heard that two isn't such a bad age, after all. But three, well now, that's a whole different story. Three is supposedly when your precious child turns (temporarily) into a monster. So I thought that I had some time.

Now I'll be the first one to say my child is brilliant. Very advanced for her age. And all those other things that parents are supposed to say and firmly believe about their children. But even I think 18 months is a little early to enter the "Thrashing Threes" as I once heard it put.

My wonderful little girl is cranky, has mood swings and seems to hate me much of the time. (Rather like a teen. Ugh.) So, what to do now?