I tend to be on the uptight side. I like things a certain way and I am rarely patient. If I ask for something, I like it immediately. Apparently not the entire universe works this way. Moving to Southern California has given me a pass to let things go and not worry so much. After almost two year, it’s finally working. I’m finally understanding self care and taking care of me first. continued
About a year ago my mother had a small spot on her lip. We really didn’t think anything of it and she had been to the doctor several times. It wasn’t until I noticed the spot growing rapidly that I forced her to see a dermatologist. He was pretty confident it was Basal Cell Carcinoma but would confirm with a biopsy. Regardless of what it was, it would need to be removed.
On Christmas eve, her doctor called with the results of her biopsy. It wasn’t BCC after all but Squamous Cell Carcinoma. Although non-melonma, it’s still a dangerous cancer because it can spread to the tissues, bones, and lymph nodes. SCC tends to be an aggressive cancer. Once diagnosed, it’s important to get it taken care of quickly. Since her diagnosis, she’s had two surgeries and is now in the prevention phase of skin cancer. continued
Let’s be perfectly clear here… I am not in shape. I don’t exercise regularly even though I want to with all my being. I let every excuse in the book prevent me from going to the gym or even around the block to walk the dog. I think you could
almost say I’m lazy. Then registration opens for the next runDisney race. What is the runDisney phenomenon you say? It’s Disney’s way of getting you off the couch! continued
I have very picky eaters. They go through phases. One of my girls will eat everything in sight, then nothing the next day, or an entire week. I try not to worry; but as a parent, it’s hard. I’m always a little relieved when we start our bedtime routine. I know the girls will both get a full glass of milk during story time, and are getting some important vitamins and nutrients to make up for what they didn’t eat. continued
I’ve shared a little, very little, of how I have a history of anxiety. I don’t like to talk about it much, for fear it could bring my anxiety back. But lately, I’ve seen more and more people writing about their experiences, and I feel compelled to share mine. Not because I want you to visualize me rocking back and forth in a corner. But I want the shame that is associated with it to go away. There shouldn’t be any embarrassment, or stigmas attached to people who suffer from anxiety disorders. continued
I haven’t been posting, but I’ve been thinking a lot. I have a gazillion posts written in my head but no energy to post a thing. I think it’s because this pregnancy is so different from my last one. I’ve found this time around to be so much harder on me.
Here are a few things that have really shocked me this time around.
- Even thought I never thought it possible, I am even more sick this time around. My nausea lasts all day. At least with Em, I was ok by mid afternoon. Not this time.
- You would think that I wouldn’t have much of a belly with how sick I’ve been but I seemed to have “popped” much sooner. Looking at previous pics, I’m looking about 24 weeks instead of 17.
- I’m exhausted. I worked full-time and still managed to have a pretty good social life with the Emma. Now I pray each day that I make it till 8pm and don’t fall asleep with Emma in the bath tub!
- I’m really achy. Each night I lay in bed and feel like I’m 80 years old. My hips and back are killing me. Am I that out of shape? (Please don’t answer that.)
- Heartburn. What little food I do eat, stays with me. Not in a good way.
- Lack of bladder control. TMI I know, but jeez. I will never be able to sneeze or cough worry free again!
- The worst? Gas and “plumbing” problems. I honestly didn’t have these issues with Emma until month 8 or 9. This is just wrong!
I don’t know, is it just me? How was your second pregnancy? Was yours so different from your first or am I just being hormonal and everything is bothering me?