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dancingsingingI am eating so much freaking candy, people. It's like, for the few, marvelous seconds that I'm chewing a mini Milky Way, I don't feel nauseated. At all. It's something about the chewiness and the sweet and the food going through my throat in the proper direction. Also, I got some after dinner mints that have a nice mintiness that helps. These aren't, like, long-term treatments. I don't get an hour nausea-free or anything. Just those wonderful five seconds or whatever. But I feel like I really need those five seconds.
But, seriously, I worry about all this sugar consumption. When I was pregnant with Munchkin, I literally did not allow any sugar to pass my lips. Sometimes, I would have a tiny amount of this homemade jam I made with fresh cranberries and maple syrup. I had this atypically healthy pregnancy, and Munchkin's apgar scores were 9s and 10s. I worry, broadly, that Junior is going to get sort of the short end of every stick. This time, I'm chowing down on candy and eating mostly refined starch with butter. If I don't feel like it, I don't make myself swallow the extra fish oil pills. I don't get enough sleep. I would totally take ibuprofen if I got a headache. And the alarming thing? I'm not even that worried about it.
It makes me extrapolate and worry. Like, will I bother to even take pictures of him? (No, I don't have info on his sex yet, just a feeling. Hey, I've got 50% chance of being prophetic!) Will he get decent parenting out of me? Sometimes, I like to think that my parental failings are kind of made up for by my obsessive drive during years 1 through 3 to do everything I could for her benefit. But I seriously can't muster any of that drive right now. So poor Junior with have nothing to use to compensate with when I mess up.
I used to be super pissed that there were five baby albums of my sister and one of me. But now I totally get it.
But, seriously, I worry about all this sugar consumption. When I was pregnant with Munchkin, I literally did not allow any sugar to pass my lips. Sometimes, I would have a tiny amount of this homemade jam I made with fresh cranberries and maple syrup. I had this atypically healthy pregnancy, and Munchkin's apgar scores were 9s and 10s. I worry, broadly, that Junior is going to get sort of the short end of every stick. This time, I'm chowing down on candy and eating mostly refined starch with butter. If I don't feel like it, I don't make myself swallow the extra fish oil pills. I don't get enough sleep. I would totally take ibuprofen if I got a headache. And the alarming thing? I'm not even that worried about it.
It makes me extrapolate and worry. Like, will I bother to even take pictures of him? (No, I don't have info on his sex yet, just a feeling. Hey, I've got 50% chance of being prophetic!) Will he get decent parenting out of me? Sometimes, I like to think that my parental failings are kind of made up for by my obsessive drive during years 1 through 3 to do everything I could for her benefit. But I seriously can't muster any of that drive right now. So poor Junior with have nothing to use to compensate with when I mess up.
I used to be super pissed that there were five baby albums of my sister and one of me. But now I totally get it.
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Date: 2011-11-11 06:32 am (UTC)I wish to fuck I'd known that in my first trimester when my feet were killing me, I tell you what.
I feel like subsequent babies don't get the five baby albums, but they get the benefit of experience! Like, Junior will get a parent who already knows how to hold a baby, and how to burp one, and how to shush one, and so on. Almost everyone I know with multiple kids says the second etc. ones were easier and I think to myself, duh, you were better at it the second time around!