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Julia's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 11/28/07 -------------------- 11/15/07 -------------------- Julia's Introduction

12 weeks, 6 days...and the days just keep dragging on...

November 15, 2007

YAWN!

YAWN!

 Warning: If you notice that I fall asleep during this entry, just nudge me a little bit and I should wake up.

I know that this is pregnancy number two for me and I should be prepared for the sheer exhaustion of this stage of pregnancy, but come ON.  I'm so tired, I couldn't even muster up the energy to finish my chicken sandwich for lunch.  I just wanted to drop my head on top of the soft, billowy bun and use it as a cushion!

Fortunately for me, the constant nausea that has been with me since the sixth week has gone away.  Again, I should have been prepared for it.  I went through and read my pregnancy diary from last time (you can find it here) and if I hadn't been able to remember how miserable it felt to feel like I was on a 10 foot boat in 20 foot seas, I could just read a few of the early entries.  Of course, you never truly remember how bad it is until you're stuck in the middle of it at 6 or 7 weeks pregnant, you can't look forward (relief seems too far away) and you can't look back (no going back now!).  I still think that this pregnancy has been more difficult in the nausea and exhaustion department...leading most of my close associations to believe that this baby is a boy.  But, I believe I'm just 8 years older, 8 years tireder (is that a word?), and mom to a 7 year old.  That will do it, I think.  I'm still voting for a girl, too.  Not because I have anything against boys at all, but I've just enjoyed my little girl so much, and I always wanted a sister, so I thought it would be neat for her to have one, too.

Last night, I took Kasie to play therapy.  She's gone there weekly since my divorce from her father 3 years ago.  We stopped going a few months ago because the therapist retired and moved away, but she came back for a little "vacation" so we got to see her for the two weeks that she was down here.  I figured with all of the changes that she's going to be going through (new marriage, for me...not her!, new baby, new house, etc) it might be good to have someone to talk to other than her slightly hormonal, severely exhausted, sometimes grumpy mother.  Anyway, at play therapy, I found out that she painted a baby doll.  No, she didn't paint a portrait of a pretty doll on a piece of paper...she actually took paint, and "decorated" the face of a baby doll with an entire artists pallette of colors.  Great.  Does that mean she wants to explore a career as a makeup artist?  I really don't know what it means.  I never understood play therapy.  When they play with different toys it's supposed to mean different things, but I still don't get it.  All I know is that she took the doll to the sink to "wash" it and I went with her.  When she washed its hair but failed to remove any of the paint, I began to help her.  Call me anal, but I just couldn't stand having a cute little baby doll with paint all over its face...I'm the same way with my husband...I can't stand if he has a drop of food on his face while we're eating, I have to wipe it off!  Anyway, it was wrong of me to help her wash the baby's face, and she let me know that.  She marched that baby right back to the play room and put that paint back on the molded plastic face.  Great.  Then she painted its hands blue.  I just looked at the play therapist and blinked.  What do you say?  "I can't wait until you paint the REAL baby's face?" 

Last night on the way home from the appointment I asked Kasie why she painted the doll's face.  She told me that it needed to be "decorated."  "Well," I told her.  "You know, you can't really paint the REAL baby's face like that, you know?"  She said, "How will I decorate the baby then?"  This is a first for me...a decorated baby?  Kind of like a Christmas tree?  Maybe decorated like a house?  Anyway, I offered up several SAFE suggestions to her- none of which seemed really exciting to her, but acceptable, I guess...you know if you can't write on the baby's face with a sharpie.  My suggestions were to help pick out the baby's outfits, put a bow in it's hair if it's a girl, or a hat on it if it's a boy.  Her favorite suggestion was that before we put the diaper on the baby, she could color on the outside of the diaper with markers.  Call me jaded, but I'm trying to go over and over it all in my head...how can this backfire on me? I've been a mom long enough, I know eventually it will backfire on me!  I'll regret suggesting it to her someday!

Oh well...I guess this means at one point in time, the baby will have a clown like face courtesy of its proud big sister, Kasie!  I should have taken a picture of the doll to see how close she gets to her original vision when she's working with a live model!  I will just have to refuse to purchase any permanent markers for several years until the urge to decorate the baby passes.  There is a picture floating around on the internet of a baby who was decorated in such a way by a sibling and I always think to myself when I get it, "Boy that mother has a sense of humor!"  Seriously, I wouldn't be able to stop seeing red for weeks, let alone go get the camera and obtain photographic evidence!

Okay, that's enough for today.  I managed to type this whole entry without falling asleep, but it was difficult.  I did stop several times to stare off into space and imagine my warm bed at home...only 8 more hours, my love, and I can crawl back into you!!!!  I'm glad my husband proposed to me when he did, because if I was single, I would TOTALLY leave him and marry my bed.

Don't tell him I said that...