Jenna and Sarah

No, I’m actually not talking about my butt. Or my stomach or any other flabby body part. It’s a line from an episode of Dora that Jenna likes to randomly recite. It’s cute. I should get it on video. I should get a lot of things on video. But I don’t, because that girl sucks the energy out of me and I have nothing left to hold the camera and press the button. She is a ball of energy, that one. And I am NOT. Thank God for Mother’s Day Out. She loves it. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I welcome that 4 1/2 hours alone. I usually use it for chores or errands that are easier without her (tire rotation, returns). But I also manage to get in some TV time on the couch.

Have I mentioned Jenna’s energy level? I don’t think it’s all my imagination. When we’re around other kids, I think to myself, why won’t Jenna sit like that? Why won’t she be still for a little while? Why is Jenna the only one running wild, pulling everything off the counters and shelves? I don’t know, I think part of it depends on her sleeping situation. She hasn’t been napping well the past few days and I’ve learned (re-learned) that Jenna with no nap=mama no happy.

Speaking of Jenna’s sleeping situation, we are making the transition. To a bed. I’m actively searching for a twin bed to put in her room, but I’m being a little picky about what bed we get. As soon as we find one, her crib is gone. Today she was straddling the side rail. Since she’s been a pretty good night sleeper, I figure now is a good time. I know these good phases don’t last. I’ve been dreading this transition, but it’s a necessary one.

OK, I want to know what it is about pregnancy that some women love. You know those women who say “I love being pregnant” or “I miss being pregnant”? Maybe some of you are those women. What is it about pregnancy that you love? Is it the bloating? Is it the mood swings and the crying? Is it the peeing every hour on the hour? Maybe it’s the gas. No, it’s gotta be the fat. Because this is not all baby weight. Better yet–it’s the nausea. I know everyone likes a good puke fest now & then. Or is it the fatigue? Because I, for one, really enjoy having the energy level of a carrot. I didn’t like it the first time around and I was hoping this time would be different.

I should add a disclaimer: Despite my perpetual bad mood, I do feel blessed to have this bloating, fat, fatigued, moody, queasy body. Because in a few years when we all get to sleep again, life will be great!