The Same But Different

Twenty One Weeks. Over half way. I can hardly believe it.

Everything is slowly coming back to me, feeling familiar, yet foreign. The twinges and pangs are constant little reminders that I am growing a little human in there.
When pregnant with Maizey, I ate toasted tomato sandwiches for breakfast almost every morning. This time around, I still eat sandwiches, just cheese and pickle instead. ( I know, I know, pregnant woman buys pickles by the truck load, haha)
Last time, I had two cravings - five cent candies and a slurpee. Upon getting said items, I was left unsatisfied as I really don't care for either of those things. Again, this time, I got a weird (to me) craving, but this time, I was left feeling very satisfied. A soft ice-cream sundae from the Nomad. I am fearing that I am going to be all over that when the full blown hot weather gets here.
I had an intense feeling that Maizey was going to be a girl right off the bat. So much so, that when the doctor said "It's a girl", all I could think was Obviously. I already knew that. I have no idea this time. Not even a little bit. I was thinking boy in the beginning, but the dreaded love handles and back fat have started to make their grand entrance again (albeit, much much later this time), so now, I have NO idea.
This 15-year-old-boy-acne. Seriously. What the hell? I definitely did NOT have this with Maizey. And I really, really don't care for it. (For purely vain reasons, I will not be posting a picture of it. Yikes)
I am due a month later than my due date with Maizey. I wore maternity clothes a month earlier this time. Despite having gained approximately half the weight I did with Maizey, my belly is much bigger.



 I feel the need to sleep a lot less, even though I think I am feeling more tired. Maybe I just had the time pre-Maizey to sleep more.

Regardless of all the differences, I am still remembering all the things that are the same. The excitement at more frequent and stronger action. The first time Brian felt a kick. The little Michelle Kwan moves going on in there, in what I can only assume is actually very little space. Its all so strange, yet not strange at all.
I am just one of those people that really does enjoy being pregnant.
This could very easily be the last time I am pregnant, so I am just going to savor every little feeling. Every new roll of back fat and all.


My view


Dont be distracted, like I am when I look at this photo, by my need to re-paint my toenails
 

Mothers Day

So I have this little girl.
She made me a mama.
Nothing can compare to how much I love her.
Seriously, nothing.
I can't wait for the days of cold, soggy toast in bed and homemade cards with scribbles and misspelled words, all made with love.


(the one and only photo of the two of us from the whole day)

Mothers Day. Thanks to her *with a little help from her daddy* I know how much I am loved. 

20 Month Old Maizey-isms

Maizeys quirkiness is one of the things I love most about her. She does things that crack us up, all the time. Sometimes its the looks and actions, but more and more lately, its been the words she saying. Her vocabulary is getting so big, and she is testing out new words all the time. Sometimes, it takes a few tries to figure out exactly what she says, but the more we pay attention, the more we see just how many things she picks up on, and repeats.
I just want there to be a record of some of the cute little things she is saying and doing right now. She just hit the 20 month mark and all of a sudden, she has become a totally different little girl. Complete with tempter tantrums and all. 

Me: So Maizey, we are going to have pizza for supper tonight. 
Maizey: No, sushi.

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Maizey, how old are you?
Umm, six. No, two. uhhhh, eighteen months.


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 A conversation with herself while she should have been sleeping:


Melmo Melmo Melmo... NAP
Baby Baby Baby... NAP

Then she quietly lays her blanket over them and kisses them


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 Q: Are you going to have a bath after dinner tonight Maizey?
A: Bubbles? 


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As the snow melted over the last few weeks, there was a ton of garbage left in the yard.
As she picked up a broken Tupperware container and a soggy smarties box, she was yelling at us - BARGAGE. BARGAGE. BARGAGE. We were saying, I have no idea what you are talking about.
It took a while to realize she was saying garbage all along.

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(Insert evil sounding laugh)
Ha Ha Ha Funny, Me. Ha Ha Ha. 

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The conversations with herself are getting more interesting too.

Papa, house? No, Papa house.
Nana, house? No, Nana house.
Meow Meow house? Yes. 

Dora Dora? No. 
Max, Wudy? No.
Wee Vee, No. 

Me's milp? There it is. 
(asking where is my milk? Then answering, Oh, there it is)


For some reason... I can't think of anymore. Funny, when they happen, I am certain I will never forget them. I will try to remember more for another day.