Take it Easy

An updated on the baby bumps in my road to Baby #2.

So, after all the scare this weekend with the baby, I am on a "take it easy" plan. But to be honest, I have no idea what that means. Who ever invented the phrase take it easy must not have had children or credit card debt. Right?

I try not to pick Quinn up very much because she weighs more than 30 pounds, but after a while she starts to notice and looks at me like I am a stranger. Tim is a great help, but it is hard to keep the rhythm of the morning when you have to yell, "I need her in her high chair now," across the house to get anything done. So then I just do it myself, and I then I cramp more. It's my fault. Well, it's my dad's fault because we both really like to focus on a task. My mom too. I came from some great focusers. None of us are very good at lounging or slowing down unless it is specifically scheduled into the perfect day.

My friend Bridget comes from some great loungers. They can sit around a room all together reading their respective books and enjoying just doing nothing all day. "Not I," said the fly.

So "take it easy" doesn't mean much to me. But luckily it does to some of my neighbors. I really have great friends here. My neighbor and great friend Melissa understands "take it easy" enough to hold a screaming Quinn in one arm and her own toddler in the other while walking through a foot of snow in the middle of a storm to get Quinn in the car for me this morning. (On top of it all, she's from Nevada and hates the snow and the cold with a passion.)

I'm not opposed to taking it easy or getting help. I guess I am just a little more extreme than "take it easy." I guess it would be easier for me to hear, "Never get up again" or "Run a Marathon." Then at least the challenge would be specific.

Thanks to everyone for your help. My students, my friends, my family. Baby #2 thanks you, too.

After doing a lot of research and reading posts and comments from dozens of women online, I have found a lot of people in my situation. Most go on to have healthy babies. Since we heard the heartbeat, my miscarriage chances dropped from 50 percent to less than 10 percent. So that is, of course, wonderful news.

But it looks like I get the luxury of being pregnant and on my period at the same time for the next few weeks. I guess that makes me "special," and let's face it: who doesn't love to be special?