Let's Talk About.... Toddler Mom'ing And Second Pregnancies.

The past few days, all I could think about is sex. No, not that I want to have it (much to my husband's dismay, it's the last thing I want to have) but that I've been dying to write a painfully truthful post about the "S" game from my perspective as an exhausted Toddler Mom and pregnant wife. Unfortunately, there are a few people in my life who read this here little blog that I wouldn't quite want to share those details with. So? Until I find my cajones and finish that post, I'm going to write about... second pregnancies. And just how much fun it is to be pregnant while chasing around a Crazy Wildebeest Toddler-Man. 

When I was pregnant with C, I was working full-time as an outpatient chemotherapy nurse up until I was six months pregnant. There were days when I would curl up in a chemo chair during my lunch break and close my eyes for forty minutes. A welcome, welcome rest when The Pregnant Exhaustion would hit. Around 6 months pregnant, we made The Move to Maryland and I hung my RN hat in the back of my closet. 

Although I was no longer working full-time, I was ridiculously busy. Packing homes, painting rooms, planning nurseries and figuring out how to live this new life in Maryland. Although at times it felt like I hadn't any energy left to breathe, I will never forget the almost-daily 2-3hr naps that Sheepie and I would take on the couch. It was glorious. 

On the days when even the simplest of tasks would make me dry-heave? I didn't do them. I slept-in, ate candy for lunch, decorated our new home and made feeble attempts to have dinner ready for The Husband at the end of the day. When a craving would hit for a milkshake and fries at 11am? Off I'd go in search of the nearest McDonald's. 

Fast forward almost 2 years. Here I am with a 17 month old Evil Knievel who doesn't stop for a second between the hours of 7am and 8:30pm. There are no naps. On the rare occasion that he naps? I write. I edit. Or I clean. Usually it's more of the former and much less of the latter. 

Did you know Toddlers need to eat, like ALL THE TIME? Yeah. They do. And so that gag-feeling that I've got going all day long? Well, that doesn't go away when I'm fixing apple and cinnamon oatmeal or cheesy eggs. And let's not talk about the smell of microwaving a hot dog. I can practically feel the bile rising in my throat. 

And C's new favorite game? Horsey. As in, when I'm laying on the floor, face down trying to close my eyes for a hot minute, within seconds I feel a 30lb monster climbing into my back for a "ride." Because that doesn't make me want to vomit all over the playroom carpet.. 

Do you think I could hire someone to change diapers for me? You know, just between the hours of 7am and 7pm? Because when those cheesy eggs and hot dogs come out the other end? It is not pretty. 

Let's just say that walking the dog and picking up after Sheepie has left me dry-heaving on the neighbor's lawn a few times. I can't even begin to explain how horrendous diaper changes can be. If it wasn't for the fact that my child poops at least 4 times a day, I would leave them all for The Husband. 

Second pregnancies and Toddler-Mom'ing are no joke. 

When those cravings hit at 11am? It takes forever to corral The Toddler, pack the diaper bag, secure the iPad and load him into the car. By then, I've usually forgotten my wallet, lost the keys or a completely new craving has blindsided me so that I don't even want to leave the house anymore. 


By the end of the day, I've waved the white flag more than once. My eyes have glassed over and I don't want to talk to anyone let along sing another verse of The Itsy Bitsy Spider. As for the "S" game? HA. Fat freaking chance. 

Thankfully, C and I have discovered the wondrous powers of Curious George which allow for a small reprieve in the middle of the day when I'm teetering on the edge of a small mental breakdown. 

And Loyals? Don't remind me. I'm only 17 weeks pregnant. We have a long road ahead and clearly, many, many more episodes of Curious George to watch. Toddler Mom'ing and Second Pregnancies are not for the weak. 

Happy Wednesday!