I had intended on posting the picture that Jay had sent to all our family and friends breaking the news about our pregnancy but I am clueless when it comes to uploading pictures to our site. In the past year, all tech-related things have flown out of my brain to be replaced by mush. Complete and total mush. As I type this, I can feel any sort of intelligence slowly seeping out of my ears.
*Edit: This post started to turn into an anti-Bush #2 rant but I will leave all that soapboxy goodness for Jay (aka “Do you know about Ron Paul?… Let me tell you ALL about him.”)*
The purpose of this post: ichiban (Takeshi) vs niban. That’s right; I’m pitting my babies against one another. The pregnancies have thus far been so different, it’s almost impossible not to:
morning sickness (aka PLEASE Kill Me Now): non-existent with Takeshi to all day nausea with #2. I still don’t know how I got through those first few months but Jay did pretty much everything: cooked, cleaned, ran errands, etc. I just sat around, watching Takeshi, hoping that neither one of us accidentally killed the other while the world spun around me. Even now, I cannot be too full or too hungry. If I am either I get very lovely dry heaves (which Takeshi finds amusing to imitate).
food sensitivity: non-existent with Takeshi to horrible heartburn with #2. My one food love is spicy food. After eating some jalapeños (never a problem with Takeshi), I found myself clutching my chest and beating it in hopes that it might relieve the pain that had overcome me. The very next day I picked up some Tums because I’ll be damned if I can’t eat jalapeños on my freakin’ pizza. That is just no way to live. I also found that certain textures in food will not agree with me and food will come flying out of my mouth (if not, the rest of the meal will certainly follow).
smells: There were two smells that I didn’t care for when I was pregnant with Takeshi: cigarette/cigar smoke and bad breath. Now it’s a different story and I’ll be damned if the tuna fish I had for lunch was ok going down but God forbid I leave the plate sitting in the kitchen sink for more than 10 minutes. I almost threw up the sandwich that was sitting on it when I walked by.
hormones: Oh God, the hormones. I have never cried so much in my life. I must have cried 20 times at some stupid Wal-mart commercial. And I know I cried every 5 minutes during Happy Feet. The other week I was watching Grey’s Anatomy and some completely un-tearjerky scene had me bawling so badly I had to pause the show.
vaginal tapping: It sounds weirder than it is. When I was pregnant with Takeshi, I would get these weird tapping sensations inside my vagina; it was like there was a little drummer walking around in there, tapping away, occasionally making me temporarily lose feeling in my bladder and having me worry that I might pee on myself. This time around, I don’t have those feelings — no one is dancing on my cervix (we actually saw Takeshi kneeling on my cervix during the ultrasound), my bladder feels fine (although getting smaller every day) and I don’t feel like someone is throwing a party in my vagina. However, the tappings did calm me down a little — I knew he was ok since I could feel him moving around so while it’s not something I was looking forward to, I’m not thrilled about its absence either.
Other than the fact that I am gaining weight, I have not been able to find a single similarity between this pregnancy and my pregnancy with Takeshi. Jay says this is because this child is a girl. I know that all pregnancies are different so I’m not putting money on that assumption just yet.
