What's a girl to wear?

M has a belly. It's really quite adorable.

A friend of mine brought a huge bag full of maternity clothing over this past weekend for M to look and pick through. I really had to feel bad for M, really what's a b.utch to do?

I had forgotten how so much of maternity fashion is based on rouching, and gathering and pleats, skirts and other more feminine wear. While we both had a good laugh last night while M was trying things on (some of those things were just ridiculous!) It made me feel a little loss for her. What does she get to wear?

Even now, most of her everyday t-shirts are getting to short and are not able to cover her belly without riding up. Pants - not so bad. Being a PE teacher she gets to wear sweats and yoga pants most days, and with the bag o'goodies from this weekend she has some other options for her to wear.

Oh but the tops... off to go look for some other options that are fashionable, and that don't have sequens on them.

Acceptance

I was inspired by reading this post about the one little word project. It made me think about the idea of resolutions, the absolute fear that comes over me once one has been made, and the lack of will power about implementing something of that nature.

But looking at the big picture... i like that. I like the idea that one little word can transform how we view ourselves and the world around us. So I sat with the idea, and tried to come up with what would be that word for me.

Acceptance.

The second it came into my head, it rang true with my heart.

Acceptance.

Courage to accept my body, my mind my soul. Accept the good the bad the ugly about who I am, who M is and the beauty of us as a couple. Accept my life, and all of the challenges and excitement it brings. Accept all that I bring to this world, and all that I have to offer - and the ability to accept help when it is offered or provided.

So while this is my first step. I am going to declare my intention and put it out there for all of you in the great cyber-space to help hold me to it.

Acceptance.

Looking for tips...

So I am thinking about trying to help with the Breastfeeding with this little one arrives in June. M and I have talked about it, she is totally on board with the idea!

So while I still owe everyone a real post - I am curious how many folks out there have successfully induced lactation? I am starting to do some research, but curious what protocols other folks have successfully used?

Thanks for the help in advance!

sigh

it doesn't do any good for one's body image when you pregnant wife wants to borrow your jeans since they fit her better.

On a more uplifting note- my duo turned 3 this weekend! It is hard to believe that they are already three- two little people running around, telling stories and making me laugh. You can see more on our other family blog here.

Wishing everyone a happy Monday!

As it turns out

After reading this post this morning, I have had a few thoughts swirling around my head.

When we talked about M getting pregnant the joke was that M was going to be a weenie. Typically she doesn't deal well with not feeling well, or things hurting, or any physical ailments really. The other part of it, is I am typically a bad nurse maid. Growing up, my dad was of the camp "you buck up and you deal with it". And while this mantra has gotten me through some tough periods in my life, it typically does not make me the most empathetic person around. Together, these two traits- felt like a very dangerous combination.

Now I feel bad for poor M. She has been truly ill with this pregnancy for the past 7 weeks or so. Every night she has been in bed around 7pm, and dealing with immense n.ausea throughout the day.

I am trying to be supportive, and giving - but it's tough. I am trying not to complain, keep score or just feel burdened but the reality is this is hard. Yes, it is hard in the way you are all probably thinking- most of our day-to-day lives fall on my shoulders currently. But what is hard at the moment is missing the balance that life was. I don't think I realized how needy I typically am, or how much I relied on M to take care of certain things.

More so I miss having a conversation, someone to bounce all these thoughts in my head off of someone. truly, i don't feel like we have been able to have a full conversation for a month. I don't want to be resentful. I want M to have a beautiful pregnancy - and in every way she has been such a trooper. It's a sad realization when you wake up and feel like it is your own flaws and limitations that are bringing you down.

As much as M is hoping that the second trimester will bring some physical relief, I am hoping that soon I get my wife back. Right now this all feels a little lonely.

one step forward two steps back

Lessons I have recently learned.

Teachers in California don't pay into State Disability. Why you ask - that I have no answer for.

M is a teacher. Originally when we realized that her EDD would be the end of June we thought that would be ideal, she would be off during the summer then she could potentially take her paid maternity leave when school started and that could ideally keep her out of work until the end of November, beginning of December.

yeah. not. so much. sigh.

So, since teachers don't pay into State Disability she does not qualify for short term disability, nor does she qualify for Paid Family Leave. Now, teachers do have the option to sign up for and pay for a separate disability policy - but of course now that option is not available to us. We called and they will not cover any 'pre-existing medical conditions' aka. pregnancy at this point.

And the kicker ...now since she is due mid-summer (when is is already off of work) that she is not really going to receive any paid time off. we are trying to figure out if we can afford for her to take the 12 weeks of federal FMLA, and then I think I could qualify for 6 weeks of paid family leave- but financially it is going to be a much different picture than we were originally thinking.

This being an adult thing - sometimes it is hard. No one tells you that you have to read all the fine print.

How Low Can You Go?

i feel like life is a little bit like a limbo act these days. I keep bending further and further back, i have yet to totally slip backwards and land on my bum, but it is bound to happen soon.

i don't want to whine, but at the moment i am certainly feeling like low man on the totem pole. while being pregnant while having two almost three-year olds is exhausting - being the one that is caring for two almost three-year olds, and one increasingly pukey wife - now that is exhausting.

i joke that most evenings everyone in my house is asleep by 7:30pm. tragically, it is not so much of a joke. all tucked in, i am left to the dishes the laundry and try and prepare for the holiday season that is rapidly approaching.

when i do fall into bed, i met with my wife who is dealing with pregnancy insomnia and flips and flops more times than i care to think about throughout the night. morning comes - the day begins - it feels just a little bit like groundhogs day.

i am trying to carry the load, i want M to feel supported and feel like she has the space needed sleep as i had when i was pregnant. but this time around, after i give to my kids, i support my wife - there is not much left. not enough hours in the day.

i am t.i.r.e.d.