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Welp, sometime in the next month-and-a-half I will be a mother to two children. I will have an infant and a three year old. Please send prayers and chocolate.

Just kidding. But not really. 😉

Fair warning, I’m feeling pretty sassy these days, so there’s attitude in this post!!

Pookie was born two weeks late, so I’ve convinced myself that Roberta Jr. will be late too. However, this pregnancy feels so different compared to the first. I feel like she is already halfway through my cervix. She does this little combo cervix and bladder punch that is so endearing – it takes all my strength not to pee everywhere. Just little reminders from Roberta Jr. to do my Kegels! 

Perhaps it was the busy year we’ve had, or that I’m chasing around a toddler, but I feel like it was only a couple weeks ago that I told Rob, “Uh oh, we did it again. Super fun timing, too! Intern year!”

The first trimester of this pregnancy, I remember sitting through voice lessons trying my best to keep focused, and to force a smile through my “I’m gonna throw up” face. My students probably wondered why my face was constantly scrunched like I was smelling something terrible.

Nope, I’m just trying really hard not to hurl on you and this baby grand piano.

I just wanted to curl up on my yoga mat and sleep (I kept a yoga mat in my office that I took naps on during my lunch breaks.). Go ahead students, sing! I’m just going to lay here and listen to you. I’ll throw some paper at you when you need to correct something…

Now here I am. 36 weeks. I have about a month to go before the big day arrives.

It feels like a couple of weeks have gone by since I found out I’d have another baby, but it’s actually been about seven months. I’m waddling around. I can barely sit – there’s too much baby in there. I can barely walk – baby feet burrowing into my ribs.

And I have another month of baby super-growth to go. Oy vey!

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And then there’s my precious toddler whose requests usually involve chasing her, sitting on the floor, attention, or food. Sure, Pookie, we can do a puzzle on the floor. Just give me ten minutes to get myself into a seated position.

Oh, were you asking for something, Pookie? I just zoned out for a minute. Tired and need cookies. You want cookies too? Sweet, let’s make a batch of cookies and eat them all.

I’m the best parent ever!!!!

All joking aside, things are still smooth sailing and manageable. My mom comes in a few weeks, so I’m looking forward to that. I have a whole to-do list that I’m realizing is definitely not going to get done, and I’m becoming okay with that.

I have some time right now, but all the time that Pookie is at school or napping, I will be napping – or eating. I’ve revised my to-do list down to the most important tasks that have to be completed before Roberta Jr. arrives. I think I can do it.

I’m starting to say my positive affirmations to get myself pumped up to push this baby out of my body. “I can do this. I am strong. My body knows what to do. Release instead of run. Relax instead of fear.”

I’m also starting to lose my patience with some men who comment about my pregnant state. They have no idea what it’s like to grow and birth a child, so I’d like to put out a public announcement to all the men out there that are trying to be friendly and sweet, but end up coming about a second away from being punched in the face.

Please review the following:

If you see a very pregnant woman and think, “Wow, you’re really big!” What you should actually say is, “Looking great momma!”

If you ask when I’m due and think, “She looks like she’s gonna pop right now.” What you should actually say is, “Almost there!”

If you see that I have a daughter and think, “You having a boy this time?” What you should actually say is, “Boy or girl? Another girl? How wonderful!” (I don’t need to have a boy to complete my life. Our legacy is not at stake. I don’t feel like I’ve “failed” because I have not produced “an heir” for my husband. Girls are quite awesome, thank you very much!)

Well, I feel much better now that all my sass is out. Thanks for all your well wishes and support, friends! I can’t wait to tell you all about Roberta Jr. and her big entrance when the day comes. 🙂

{ 6 comments… add one }
  • Sara Kilpatrick October 11, 2016, 8:13 am

    Amy, you put a smile on my face every Tuesday 🙂 You look amazing, and congratulations on creating ANOTHER amazing girl for this world!

    • Amy Rakowczyk October 11, 2016, 9:13 pm

      Thank you! Miss you and hope you are doing well! *hugs*

  • diana October 11, 2016, 9:09 am

    So close! Love the beautiful pics of you. Wish I had some from my pregnancies, but baby bumps were not celebrated decades ago like they are now! That has been a good change—))

    • Amy Rakowczyk October 11, 2016, 9:13 pm

      Thank you!

      My mom often talks about how they didn’t tell you anything back in the day and it wasn’t something you really talked about. I feel for all the women that went through pregnancy and birth with so little support or information. You all were superwomen!!

  • Noble October 15, 2016, 11:47 am

    I like those suggestions of things to say! As a woman who lacks the drive to produce offspring myself, I also struggle with knowing what to say to my pregnant peers. I want to be supportive, empathic, appreciative, and empowering. I think I come out fumbling.
    Apparently I’m better at figuring out what a sullen 15 year-old boy needs than a pregnant woman my same age.
    But you *ARE* looking good, Momma! Thank you for bringing a few more smiles and a little more love into the world!

    • Amy Rakowczyk October 26, 2016, 1:02 pm

      Aw, thanks! And btw, you’ve always made me feel very supported in my offspring producing! 😀

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