Here’s some pics of all of Super-Daddy’s hard work….

Perhaps that’s a better title for the blog.

My type A tendencies have gone into overdrive now with baby #2 on the horizon. My major project today: I created a meal plan and grocery list to cover us for the month proceeding the baby being born. I will have everything needed in the pantry and freezer to make 30 dinners, lunches and breakfasts (including lunches for Super-Daddy and SUB for preschool.)

It’s 5 pages long, and I feel very accomplished….oddly satisfied with my hyper planning abilities.

So far this pregnancy, I have considered myself pretty level headed. Now Super-daddy may beg to differ, especially when I went on a nursery set up frenzy thinking that we would never be ready in time for the baby…,and I am sure SUB has gotten yelled at more than necessary lately… But I don’t find myself crying at kleenex commercials or anything this time around.

But lately, when it starts to get late I start to feel  a little bummed, and I am not quite sure what it’s related to.

I feel like I am as prepared as I can be to be a mother of 2. I don’t think anyone is really ready for it until it happens, but I have a list of ideas to keep SUB interested and engaged thanks to other mom’s words of wisdom, and every day I am horrified and given hope by the stories that the Rambling Housewife tells me.  I am excited to meet our newest family member, and more than a little antsy to find out whether it’s a boy or a girl. The house is more or less ready for his/her arrival, and I have little if anything left to buy. So I should feel grounded and ready.

But there are a few nagging things that keep me up at night.

First, this pregnancy has gone by way to fast. It seemed like just yesterday I was staring at those 2 pink lines and arguing with my friends over how the test line doesn’t have to be as dark as the control line. Then suddenly I wake up, and I am almost 30 weeks. In a weird way, not being high risk this time around has made things harder? more challenging? different is maybe the right word…

I feel like I should be doing more, because at this point in the pregnancy with SUB I was taking insulin shots, and testing my sugars 7 times a day, and attending weekly doctors visits. But now, I just pee in a cup every couple of weeks and go on my merry way…it’s just seems weird. And unless something drastic changes, this will likely be my last pregnancy. Which is weird in and of itself for a girl to say, who was told not too long ago that she would never have biological children at all.

And then there is the fact that I am in dire need of a baby buddy or at least someone to talk baby with…I hate online message boards (at least the expecting boards) but at times it would be nice to have someone to talk baby with.  I don’t want to burden my friends with it too much, so I try to lay low and keep to myself…(but I get giddy when someone does allow me to ramble on a bit about baby related things…) but sometimes I feel like this kid is already getting the short end of the stick as baby #2 and it’s not even born yet.

Case in point, we don’t even have name choices picked out yet. I have my names, but Super-Daddy has come up with nothing on his list of potential names. At this point SUB had dozens of embroidered toys and things, and his name was already up above his crib in whimsical red letters.

I also think at least a little bit of oohhing and ahhing should occur over tiny little baby clothes and shoes. Once a week or so I go in the babies room and just look at the tiny little clothes and diapers, but then I am quickly pulled away with some pressing toddler emergency and don’t find my way back in the room for several more days. I hope to have a “meet the baby” party once the baby is born, though I know that’s going to be a tall order when I am covered in milk and spitup. But I want to celebrate this baby too…and it just seems like the second pregnancies don’t get the same attention. You don’t get pampered, you just get fat and people make comments about how the pregnancy is just flying by…not like the hoopla of a first pregnancy.

Maybe it’s just me, but I think that making a human being deserves at least a little hoopla, no matter if it’s your first or fifth…

There aren’t too many things that Lil refried bean needs. We have all the toys, and enough clothes to get by for a while, and we all know that this child will not need diapers ever.

The carseat is one of the major purchases on the list, and one that I had been putting off for a while. I planned to get a Britax Marathon, since they go from 5-60 pounds, and I really love SUB’s. But the $280 dollar price tag kinda stinks. I broke down and bought one tonight though…

The damage $134 bucks on clearance.

I am a bargain shopping goddess. Just thought you should know…LOL

I just realized that I missed my own blog-iversary. This month makes 2 years of Super-Mommy and Spitup Boy! This blog, has become such an integral part of my life, it’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t blogging. And it’s seems so strange to go back and read past blogs, when I obsessed over things that seem so simple now…

So today, I want to ask that everyone go back and check out a blog or two from the very beginning… highlights if you will. For a little bit of insight into how it all got started…

The birth story

Random Thoughts by Super-Mommy

Why Mommy Needs Duct Tape

Sleep position woes

Thanks for being there and supporting me through it all! I can’t express how much it means to me to know you are out there reading this.