Greyson let me sleep in while he got up to make me a spectacular breakfast.  Before that, he had to deal with a massive out-of-Pull-Up explosion Charlotte had overnight.  (Remind me of this before Father’s Day.)  We watched Kristen Wiig on Saturday Night Live on the DVR.  We took some time to blow some bubbles in the yard before I took off to get a much needed pedicure and made a Target run.  

After a family nap my mom came over to play with Charlotte and we ate dinner.  Mom and I left to see Carol Burnett perform at a theater.  My mom was always a fan of the Carol Burnett Show and we knew her being in town on Mother’s Day night would be the perfect gift.  The loud cackling across the theater?  That was us.

I figured this would be a good day to debut the bump at 15.5 weeks.  I hope your Mother’s Day was this awesome!

The second pregnancy has been different.  I feel physically the same most of the time, but the major thing that has made this pregnancy different is our approach to it.  The best example of this is a decision we made preconception.

We’re not finding out the sex of the baby until it’s born.  

Reaction to this is has been twofold.  Some people are like, “What?!  What do you mean you’re not going to find out?!  How will you know how to decorate, shop, plan and generally gestate if you don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy!?”  Others are like, “That is so awesome! It’s such a shame how people find out ahead of time.  The surprise is the best part! It’s the way God intended it to be.”

There was no real reason behind it.  We just wanted to be different this time around.  Why not?  We don’t need to buy anything.  We have everything.  Seriously.  Our infant car seat, bouncy seat, swing, Pack ‘N Play, high chair etc. are all in gender neutral colors.  My husband said it best when he said, “Even if the chair was pink, my son would be man enough to sit in that pink chair because I remember how much it cost and we’re not buying another one.”  We have plenty of yellow and green newborn clothes our son could wear as hand-me-downs from his sister.  I’m sure the news that it is a boy would inspire someone to buy a blue little something to bring him home in, knowing we have quite a few pink onesies around here.  I’m not too worried about that.

If it’s another girl I want to bring her home from the hospital in the same outfit I brought Charlotte home in and then frame it.  It will be the treasured outfit I brought my girls home wearing.

Nov. 4, 2010, the day we brought her home in this adorably foofy outfit I thought would fit my tiny baby.

Will it be hard not to ask when that black and white image comes up on the screen?  Yes.  It will be tempting to find out, but we won’t.  We’re excited either way.  This new little person will round out our family no matter what.

Sometimes I’m really proud to say this, and sometimes I feel super guilty saying this after hearing the horror stories of my friends with Princess-Kate-Like-Morning-Sickness. You ready for this?

I went my entire first pregnancy without puking.

It’s true. It was crazy. Conception through delivery, no barfing. I was queasy and uncomfortable in the first trimester, but it never resulted in toilet hugging sessions. I felt like Jerry Seinfeld in that episode of Seinfeld where he explained he hadn’t thrown-up since 1980. It was 1993 by that time. That’s a huge vomitless accomplishment if you ask me.

When I made it through the first trimester this time I thought I was in the clear. No such luck. Here’s what went down, well, came back up…

Monday I had an event for a client at work where I was filming a presentation. A large part of my job is video work, stemming from my news shooting and editing days. We were at a very nice local hotel for the event. I got there early and had everything set up and ready to go. The woman I was working with was very kind and we chatted about families and I mentioned that I was expecting my second baby. As it often happens, when you tell someone you’re pregnant, they offer you food. She walked me over to the snack table of charming carnival food the hotel had on display for the event. They had soft pretzels ya’ll. Soft freakin’ pretzels. I suddenly needed something salty and was excited to indulge. I tweeted out this pic on Instagram…

That’ll teach me to brag. That’ll also teach me to dip anything in mustard, a condiment I’ve long had an aversion to. The 90 minute presentation got underway and I happily panned and zoomed across the room. The speaker’s remarks were interesting and I learned a lot. I only ate about half of the pretzel. Suddenly I wasn’t hungry. About halfway in I felt some rumbles. I got really hot and then really cold. I started feeling dizzy. I looked at the mirror over the snack table. Ooph! Pale. I looked down at what was left of the pretzel next to me. Ugh! I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. I wiped sweat off my head. Oh God! No! Not here.

I quickly zoomed out, left the camera rolling and tried not to run, but just walk out of the room with any dignity I had left under the sweat. When I hit the hallway I sprinted to the restroom. I got to the first stall in the ladies room of this four-star hotel and made like a drunk in a first-star hotel. I cursed the pretzel the whole time.

Just the smell of mustard could do me in until this baby is born. I’m thinking this may have been just something disagreeing with me, not morning sickness. So maybe I can just say I made it through two pregnancies with no morning sickness? Is that too braggy? Yeah, maybe I’ll just shut up.

I recorded this video the night of March 5, the night I found out I was pregnant.  After I took a pregnancy test I ran to the store to buy Charlotte a Big Sister shirt to show daddy  You can see the rest.

I love everything about this video.  I love my husband’s befuddled look, his messy curls and that old Han Solo t-shirt.  I love that he doesn’t act disgusted even though I’m handing him something I just peed on.  He’s the kind of guy you have babies with.

I’ve been a little absent and quiet in this space.  Partly because it’s been REALLY hard not to write about everything on my blog and partly because I’ve been going to bed at 8:30pm.  I.  Can’t.  Stay.  Awake.  Ya’ll.

I was going to tell you yesterday, but I decided to hold off since yesterday turned into a day of national mourning following the bombings in Boston.  My prayers are with everyone there.

If you want a little good news, I have some.  Thank you for reading Somebody’s Parents.  Is there such thing as Somebodies’ Parents?