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What I want to remember: Snuggling with both of my babies

Okay, so technically, I’m not really snuggling with both of my babies…but whatever. Let’s not be technical here and focus on what’s important:

Those amazing peaceful moments when Boo Boo falls asleep in my arms, or snuggles in real close, and I get to sit there and enjoy holding him…and at the same time feel the baby moving in my belly. It’s kinda sorta wonderful to think I’ve got both of my little ones so close to me – and to each other, for that matter.

Snuggling with Boo on the couch

Sometimes I’ll delay putting Boo into his crib far longer than I really need to, just to soak up and enjoy the feeling. To try and (very imperfectly) memorize it. Because who knows how the little man will react to his little sister? Who knows when I’ll get to snuggle my two babies at once after she’s born?

And since I can’t answer those questions I’m allowing myself to linger a little longer than necessary. To just be and enjoy.

Boo snoozing on Mama on the couch

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What I want to remember: Baby kicks

Pregnancy is a weird experience. There are so many wonderful and amazing things happening to your body….while so many awful and uncomfortable things are happening at the same time (like, say…itchy armpits). It’s an experience which, upon its occurring a second time is familiar, but still new. You know what they say…every pregnancy is different.

My pregnant belly

But what isn’t different is the intimacy you feel with your baby as you feel it move inside you. The gentle nudges. The little ripples. The sudden kicks. The increasing and almost painful pressure points when the baby insistently pushes in just one spot. The all out rumbles, as your little one is almost certainly doing a jig and making your belly dance.

To me, this is the best part of pregnancy. Sure it’s wonderful knowing I’m sheltering and nurturing and growing a child….but it’s the physicality of FEELING that child inside me that I love. That’s the feeling I want to remember, and that I wish I could somehow record and preserve. Because although I’d generally remembered how wonderful it was to feel a baby kicking inside of me, and I immediately recognized that first kick with baby #2, I’d mostly forgotten the actual sensation of it.

And once this baby is born I’ll forget it again.

So as I enter the final stretch (only one month to go!) I find myself trying to remember to pay attention to those kicks. To not get annoyed when baby pushes with all her might in that same exact spot, over and over again. To stop what I’m doing to enjoy the nudges, and the jigs.

Because this is very likely the last time I’ll feel them.

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My favourite pregnancy side effect

With Boo I mostly had the typical, and well-known, pregnancy side effects. Odd cravings. Heartburn. Aching back and hips. Constipation. Sleepless nights. The usual.

My pregnant belly

This time around, though, I’ve got itchy armpits.

Yep. My underarms are constantly itchy. So itchy that it’s completely distracting and driving me a little crazy. There’s nothing I’d like to do more than just scratch them. All. Day. Long. It can get so bad, it feels like they’re burning, and I sometimes think I could scratch myself raw. It’s awful.

(Is this too much information? Feel free to stop reading right here if it is. But I gotta keep going…I can’t help but feel some other itchy-underarmed pregnant woman might find comfort knowing she’s not alone in the itchy armpits department.)

So rather than just bitch and moan about it – which I did at my last doctor’s appointment, to which I received the (not) helpful response: “There are lots of strange skin sensitivities during pregnancy. Don’t worry about it!” – I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands…especially as I’ve since developed a rash. I’m trying to eliminate additional causes of irritation.

So what additional causes of irritation did I eliminate?

Shaving. Running a razor blade against my sensitive underarm skin can’t be great. So I haven’t shaved since we got back from Florida. Seven days into that experiment, and I was still as itchy as ever….so I took the next step.

Anti-perspirant. About a week ago I decided my deodorant could be an irritant. I stopped putting that on too. To combat the “no deodorant” experiment, I’ve upped my shower frequency (obviously, I’ve been showering regularly…but with a toddler to run after all day, they’ve generally been opportunistically taken at night, once he’s in bed, and I’m not busy doing something else…now I’m making a point to absolutely take a shower, rather than only opportunistically take one).

I’m also applying anti-itch cream.

This combination of no shaving, no deodorant, and anti-itch cream seems to be helping. The itch is mostly gone. In fact, sometimes I’m not itchy at all. The rash is still there, but it isn’t as angry looking. So we’ve got progress. I’m even starting to consider re-introducing shaving and deodorant (it is summer after all). We’ll see.

And now that I’m not so distracted by my underarms? (Okay…so admittedly, I’m now somewhat distracted by the thought I might smell…I keep checking on that. So far, so good. But see above…I’m getting ready to cave.) I can get back to focusing on my heartburn, sore back and hips, and on stuffing my face with whatever it is I’m craving.

Ron Swanson s Breakfast. Ron Swanson gets the munchies_70b0b8_3295412

(I could eat bacon and eggs everyday, for every meal.)

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