Went to the Rockies vs. Padres game last night and got to see the Rocks pull in a win. It was a fun game, but the best part by far was my soft pretzel with cheese. I seriously woke up yesterday morning full of excited anticipation for my P&C (that's a pretzel and cheese for those of you not hip to the lingo).
We sat in front of a family with a little girl - about 12-years-old or so. She was severely involved with the 'fugly stage' in life (no judgies, we've all been there.....well, except me of course), and was acting like Satan's youngest spawn. (Amazing how uncute kids suddenly find new depths of uncute-ness when they turn into little she-beasts.) At the end of the game she started mouthing off to her parents about not wanting to leave the game early (actual quote, "Well I'm not leaving and that's the end of it!") and starting bawling when told that indeed she was to be leaving before the last inning. Mommy and Daddy pulled her into their laps and started cooing all over her, smothering her with kisses, and engaging in baby talk that threatened the stomach placement of my beloved P&C. Nick and I watched the whole thing from the row behind them, and of course made a pact to each other that we would never A) let our kid get away with such nonsense, no matter how tired/hopped on on sugar they may be, B) cuddle our 12-year-old on our laps while she cried and threw an unattractive pre-teen tantrum over not getting her way and C) never get our kid braces while s/he is in the midst of the fuglies (seriously, it wasn't doing her any favors....at this point in her facial bone structure development she would have been better off to just leave the orthodontic needs alone for a year or two.)
Anyway, the point of the story is, are you able to recognize these things in yourself and your child once you're the parent? I have to hope that if the parents in front of us were watching this from our perspective, they would have been as horrified and naseauted as we were. Does it being YOUR child erase all your ability to see them in all their bratty glory? It's funny how you start to measure other kids up when you're pregnant, as well as measure up other parents and their actions with their child's behaviors. As two special education teachers trained in handling aversive behaviors I'd like to think Nick and I have a leg-up on other first time parents, at least in the behavioral intervention department. But that's not necessarily true, as I've known plenty of crazed children whose parents are teachers. Nick and I have discussed our parenting beliefs, behavior strategies, and family rules that we would want to implement since long before we were pregnant, and hopefully that will help us at least start with a framework to work off of. I'm not naive enough to think that all the things we said we'd "never do" won't happen, nor am I blind to the fact that each child comes with their own unique challenges and needs that will test you in different ways. I do have faith in Nick and I as a parenting team, though, and believe that we will be able to guide our kid(s) towards becoming intelligent, polite, caring, and kind individuals who of course sit sweetly and attentively at all Major League baseball games they attend. And of course MY child will never enter the fugly stage. Just like his/her mommy.
-How far along? 14 weeks
-How big is baby? 3.5 inches long - the size of a lemon! Maybe that's why I'm craving lemonade...
-Weight gain? Not sure how much, but I have a feeling a safe answer to this question would be "yes".
-Maternity clothes? Still able to wear a couple of non-maternity shirts and some of my pants/shorts with my BeBand. Though I wore my cute size 2 jeans with the BeBand to the game last night, and when I heard the quiet screams of denim being stretched to the max I realized it may be time to retire a few sets of pants...
-Stretchies? Still lubin' up with the ol' cocoa butter. I look like a grease stain after slathering that stuff on.
-Boobs? Still a little sore here and there...Last night at the game I sort of forgot where I was and started rubbing my boob because it hurt, and realized this guy was sitting there staring at me with an incredulous look on his face. Oopsies!
-Sleep? Much better lately - usually only waking up once a night to pee.
-Best moment this week? Learning that Eggy can now squint, grimace, smile, and even suck his/her thumb. If s/he takes after me, they'll be sucking their thumb for years and years (and years and years and years) to come!
-Movement? I can't wait, but so far nuttin'.
-Food cravings? Lemonade, grilled cheese sandwiches, popsicles, grilled chicken with peanut sauce!
-Gender? Still not sure, but for some reason I'm having some boyish sort of suspicions...
-Belly button in or out? In, but looking a little...different.
-What I miss? Being able to lay on my stomach comfortably.
-What I am looking forward to? Our one year anniversary is in 11 days!
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