Thursday, February 24, 2011

(Mommy JD) Clothes don’t fit blues

I am 18 weeks pregnant today. I don’t usually have to wear a suit to work but I had to go to court today so it was time to get more business and less casual. What I should have done was done a complete inventory last night to properly prepare. But instead I did a mental check and figured it would be no big deal. Wrong. It’s not that I had a lot of suits to begin with (I don’t go to court that often) and I have no coordinating maternity business clothes because my sister is pregnant too (surprise!) and I had to send her all of the maternity clothes she let me borrow from my previous pregnancy.

Well now my bump is bigger than I thought- too big for regular clothes but not big enough for full blown maternity clothes. I’m sure they have a various sizes of maternity clothes, but at this time I am not in possession of any such variety. It’s all or nothing for me right now. So back to getting dressed- I quickly realized that that the bella band is waaaaaay too tight for me right now. We’re talking cutting off circulation. So I find a pair of black maternity dress pants that are a little baggy but whatever. And I find the maternity suit blazer that I bought my last go round, so now I just need a shirt. I opt for a regular stretchy blouse thinking that it will contain my belly. However, after sitting down to eat breakfast for only a few minutes I find myself feeling the most uncomfortable I’ve felt during this pregnancy so far. I don’t know what the deal is with my stomach. I’m carrying “high” as they say so there’s a lot going on above my belly button (which is odd since my uterus and the baby are below my belly button). So I unzip my blouse and go back upstairs to find an actual maternity button down shirt. I have few options and they’re all wrinkled so I just pick one and quickly iron it. It just happens to be the most maternity-like button down shirt there is- loose fitting with an above the stomach drawstring. So then I figure I’m all set but low and behold when I get fully dressed I see that the shirt hangs down past the blazer. Doh! Tucking a shirt in is not an option for maternity shirts and pants but I’m running out of town so I just have to go with it.

I am usually the only black woman in the courtroom (not that there aren’t a ton of black women attorneys- I just never see them :P) so people are already looking at me and now that I’m pregnant I get double stares. So by the time I’m ready to head into the courtroom I decide that I need to go ahead and tuck in the shirt as best as possible. Sigh...I’m done with this story but in sum, today I felt like I looked a hot unprofessional mess and I’m resisting the urge to spend money I don’t have on maternity clothes for what is most likely my last pregnancy. Sigh again.

Monday, February 21, 2011

(Mommy JD) Who’s watching your kid?

So today is President’s Day. Which really means nothing unless you work for the government or have a child in public school. Gr’s daycare follows the school district’s calendar so no preschool for him today. Around 8:05am my husband (who doesn’t have to keep track of pesky things like the preschool schedule) asked me when I was going to wake up Gr. The first thing that came to my mind was our awful bedtime battle last night. “He can sleep!”

A mom in my “Mommy Group” called me last night and told me to bring Gr over to play this morning. So when he finally wakes up I take our time getting ready, trying to avoid any tantrums. I take him over to what think is a playdate. But when we arrive the mom tells me that I don’t have to stay! Now, normally I would be out the door in a heartbeat. But with our delicate relationship as of late, I stay to make sure that Gr is alright. Then another boy from his preschool/playgroup gets dropped off- and I do mean dropped off. His mom left the car running. Yeah. So I sneak out even though I really don’t have anything to do. I don’t have to work this morning but I come home anyway. My husband is skeptical at the host mom offering to watch our kids- he thinks it’s social currency. We’ll see. For now, I’ll catch up on my coupon blogs....

(Mommy JD) Bedtime Battle

My son Gr and I are going through a bit of a rough patch. If we were married then I might suggest counseling. But since he is 2 years old and I am the parent, that won’t exactly work out. So for now (and for probably a while) Supernanny will be my guidance counselor and go-to person for those frequent moments when I am clueless as to handle my son.

Last night we had an epic bedtime battle. Since he woke up late this morning and didn’t really do anything all day, I let him go all day without a nap. Usually when he doesn’t nap he easily goes to bed around 7pm without any protest. Last night was totally different. Daddy was MIA (a new hobby: basketball) so I had to do it alone. We read books, said our prayers, and turned on the turtle constellation light. But that didn’t do it. He refused to lay down and incessantly repeated “I donwanna go bed.” So I decided to rock him, something I usually reserve for only naptime but I figured this was one of those necessary times. But then he protested me rocking him! He squirmed and wanted to read more books. So I had to talk him down- talk about our day and what we would do the next day. He said “no” to everything that came out of my mouth but finally he drifted off to sleep.

After about 20 minutes (usually long enough) I got up to lay him in the bed. But clearly I wasn’t quick enough because he popped up and protested again. So I rocked him again, only this time he was only barely sleep. I pleaded with him to let me put him in the bed but he refused. Then it got ugly. I put him in his bed anyway. He got up and ran to the door. I tried to keep the door closed. He screamed. I went back in his room and laid him down again. I sat in front of his bed and blocked him from getting out as he constantly repeated “I donwanna go bed!” I laid down on the floor and covered my ears. He sat next to me chanting the same thing “I donwanna go bed!” So on and so forth, more tears, more fighting.....until finally daddy came home to save the day.

I have accepted the fact that Gr listens to his daddy more than me. It doesn’t even bother me really. We both have our roles. What’s scary is when daddy isn’t here and I can’t handle the situation on my own (or at least I don’t think I can.) Get it together mommy!
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