Bun in the Oven

Yup. Last week my midwife confirmed what the pregnancy test I took the day I left for Massachusetts said with two simple red lines...I have a bun in the oven. For those of you I have not told personally, don't take offense...I was waiting for this visit to confirm the news and I have only told those who have called or I have seen in person over the last month.

We brought Lil' Bit to the visit today so she could see the woman who delivered her into the world just over a year ago. It was a lovely reunion, but this will be hopefully the last visit my squirmy one year old will attend. The gynecologist examination room floor is not exactly the place you want to set your still crawling baby down for a romp if you know what I mean. Thank God Chef was there to handle the little beastie!

My midwife informed me that she will be on pregnancy leave herself when my March 13th due date comes around. This is upsetting, but this being my second pregnancy perhaps my little fetus will beat hers to the punch and come early enough for her to deliver. She was so supportive of my choice to go natural, and did an incredible job. I see her as kinda irreplaceable.

When I bought the jar of peppercini two weeks after Father's Day and ate half of it in two days, it was a tell tale sign. Lately, I am craving all foods with marinara sauce, which happened to me last time as well. Italian food up the wazoo...as well as lemons lots of lemons.

Eating for two is fun, yet daunting. I was 2 lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight when I took the test, and I have already gained six pounds in the past month. Look, I was on vacation! Still, last pregnancy I gained 40 lbs and this time around I am determined to keep it under 30. We will see. The exhaustion in these first few months makes exercise seem more like a nail in a coffin than anything healthy. Plus, unlike my last pregnancy of books and afternoon warm baths and lots of couch time, I have a 1 year old in full bloom to keep up with. It is a whole different ball game.

The one thing I am really looking forward to is slipping into my pair of maternity jeans. I would wear them forever if I could. In fact most maternity wear is fabulously comfortable. I know I am only 2 months along but I am toying with the idea of making the switch now...my midwife said my uterus was huge...that counts right?

Having two children less than two years apart is daunting...but millions of women do it. You just gotta hunker down for three or four years and dive in full force.

I have to interrupt this thought to share with you the conversation I am totally eavesdropping on. I am in a coffee shop and an older man and woman just sat down at a table next to me. The man is a total grump and just told his wife that "this is not my kind of place. I thought we were eating at 29 South. What is this?" He points to something on the menu. She responds "lettuce." Nice. I had to stifle a laugh. There is nothing worse than seeing two people that have obviously been married forever sitting across from each other utterly miserable, speaking to each other with total disdain. Why do people do it? Ugh.

Okay...I gotta get out of here. I think he is complaining about the ice tea. "It is too strong." His wife ordered him a water..the enabler. These people are making me depressed, and I am pregnant. I need joy. Hey... at least they dig our restaurant.