Macleod Momentum

This is a blog I’m unsure of how to begin.   It certainly isn’t good news…   But its news I want to share with my you.   I want to share the news because I realize we need support and as many good thoughts and prayers as everyone can muster, and because I really don’t want to be stuck explaining it over and over again.   I don’t want to start speaking to someone as though they know and realize they don’t, etc.. The 17 th of November was one of the most anticipated days of my life!   We were going in for the 19 week ultrasound with high hopes of finding out the gender of our second child.   Kevin and I were both excited and he took the day off to ensure his presence.   Everything was normal.   They wanted to do all the measurements and details to check the baby’s health and well-being before anything else.   At the end, he went to get Kevin and I told the tech we really wanted to know the gender.   He plainly told me it probably wouldn’t be possible because of the baby’s position.

I’m sure we were all in that position.   That time before children, when we’d look at others and pass judgement about the way they were parenting or about their child’s behaviour. I’m done.   It’s over.   I’m totally finished. Not that Nola has been a trying child.   She’s actually been quite good.   She didn’t have colic; she’s always been a pretty good sleeper, good eater, fun and easy going. Yes, she has been fussy and sick and trantrum-y too.   Now we’re struggling with an upset in sleep pattern.   This is exhausting because it’s so out of the norm.   She was so easy to put down or leave with others.   Now she needs to be touching me in some way for most of the day.   I may not leave the room without her and my hips are taking a beating because of how much she all of a sudden needs to be held.   At bed time I feel like I’m a prisoner in her room.   She won’t let me leave so long as she’s awake… Why?   Dunno.   It’s like she’s scared to death. Such is life.   I’ve realized chi

Although I’m certain I’ve lost the interest of my infrequent blog checkers, I’ll throw another one onto the interweb for the heck of it. I haven’t blogged in quite some time.   I suppose this pregnancy and Nola have taken priority.   When I say “the pregnancy has taken priority” I really mean sleep.   I’ve been exhausted.   The first trimester bogged me now with fatigue constantly, and now I’m hit with that mid-afternoon Blah.   I have a lot of pregnancy insomnia, which leaves me awake at all hours of the night.   It’s convenient to lay down for a nap in the afternoon when the Miss needs her nap; she religiously takes this from 1-3…thank God. In preparation for our upcoming move, my wonderfully fantastic husband has been working hard to pack up much of the house.   I won’t lie, I’ve done very little to help…I’m usually sleeping.   But he has most of the basement packed up in neat little piles of boxes.   It’s pretty amazing how much stuff you have in your house that you don’t use.