"Looking great!" and a little PSA from my adventures last night

That's what my OB told me at my last appointment. I burst out laughing, but honestly, I appreciate the ego boost. I think I've said before that pregnancy is not something that I wear with delight. The weight gain really gets me down and I don't feel cute or glowing or whatever. With both my pregnancies I've had insane, painful, giant, red, splotchy breakouts like I have not had since high school and that's just not pretty. Bleck. Hearing that I was on track for healthy weight gain, my blood pressure is perfect and that Bebo is a healthy, active little guy really made my day.

I feel smaller than I did with Z, which is the opposite of what I was anticipating. I guess I look about the same now that I'm looking at photos. Behold,  approximately same week, same sweater, different son:

I'm getting really excited about this new little guy as he seems more and more real to me. I'm really grateful for the excitement because I felt pretty terrible that the first half of this pregnancy went by in a haze of grumpy sickness. I have no idea, NO IDEA, how we are going to handle two children. Just, no clue. But, the one big difference between this pregnancy and Z's is that I'm okay with being clueless. Nothing can prepare me for this little guy because he's his own person. Even having Z can't prepare me, because Bebo might hate all the things Z loved and vice versa. 

The one thing I know is that we can make it through because Joe is a great husband and a loving father. I truly believe the success of a family rests on the bedrock of parents that are committed to working together as a team, whatever that may look like. I'm so thankful that I have that in Joe and it makes me confident that we can meet whatever challenges may come along. 

By the way, Joe and I are totally having a love day on Monday and I'm so excited. Z will be at daycare, we will be playing hooky from all work and responsibilities and doing whatever we want, just the two of us. I swear, I will not do even one home, work or baby related chore that day. I might even insist we get pizza for dinner. At least a frozen one. :)

**Pregnancy PSA**

Apparently round ligament pain can be SO BAD that you might think you're going into preterm labor or have the worst kidney infection ever or maybe that your ovary is rupturing. You'll tough out the pain for about an hour before you call the on call doctor in despair around 9:30 PM while you wonder if the pain is too bad for you to drive yourself to the ER so that you don't have to wake your other child. 

^ My night last night. After the doctor gave me a few warning signs to watch for and told me, yes, round ligament pain can be that bad, especially if you're dehydrated, I was able to deal with the pain much more easily knowing that little mister was not in any danger. He was, however, pretty annoyed about the ice pack I was applying because it was the one thing that brought some relief. Seriously, guys, this was really bad pain. I'm not a pain wuss, I'm just not. I'm pretty good at coping with it if I know why I'm in pain (I think that's why I was able to do the unmedicated labor). But, dang! I had no idea round ligament pain could hurt that much and it scared me. I'm very grateful that my practice has an on call doctor I can reach 24/7 because worrying that Bebo might be in trouble was terrifying. 

All is well now. Preggers chicks: drink you water and take your vitamins!! I'm normally really good about this but yesterday Z and I were so busy that I just kept not drinking water and I'd forgotten to take my pre-natal. I remember thinking about being thirsty multiple times during the day. The doctor said that is probably why the pain was so bad. 

PS- Don't read this and then ignore severe pain all like "Oh, just round ligament" instead of calling. Always call.