Marking the baby


“Marking” the baby is an old wives’ tale where if you do certain things or certain things happen to you, it will effect the babies personality or physical appearance. For instance if a pregnant woman was to make fun of, or stare at a person with a undesired trait or abnormality then her baby will then have that trait or abnormality.

I know this may sound crazy to some, but there a lot of people who whole-heatedly believe that you can “mark” a baby. And unfortunately I am one of them, to a degree. I blame it on the way I was raised and the fact that I can do a thing around my mother without her telling me not to do that/ say that/ look at that or else it will mark my baby and she doesn’t have much patience for ugly babies.

Now I’m not as psycho as others I know may be about “marking” my baby but I refuse to call someone ugly or unattractive now (I try not to even think it) and I’m constantly praying that my baby will have this trait from me or that trait from this relative. I don’t think there’s any harm in it. And heck all else fails I’ve quit putting some negativity into the world. Right? However I do still think it’s ok to imitate the kangaroo on the commercial. Not like my baby is going to come out with a pouch 😯 (oh God I hope not).

But get this: I’m so peculiar about who I let touch me! I’ve always been a give me “3 feet of personal space” kind of gal, but now it’s like “back away from the preggo!!” Not only do I not want people to touch me because I just hate to be touched but I don’t want their bad vibes/personalities/demons/facial features/etc transferring to my baby and “marking” her. I feel nuts even saying it but it’s how I feel. 😦

Whether “marking” a baby may be nothing more than a old wives’ tale, on the other hand it may have some truth in it. It could be like karma: the baby edition. Either way I guess I’m not taking any chances. What mom-to-be doesn’t want a pretty healthy baby? I look at it as giving my baby an edge. 😆

Making it isn’t easy, but can we make it pretty?


The Worst

{{14 weeks and counting}}

Of course a woman being pregnant is nothing new under the sun, but why must every mother and even those who have never been pregnant tell you horror stories? I am so over it! Yes, misery loves company but why must I be your company?

I can’t comment on any minor victory (like the fact that morning sickness is now almost completely a thing of the past 😀 ) without someone going “well prepare for the ______” For instance the other day I was telling my mother about my crazy dreams and nightmares. Her response was ” Well, in 6 more months you’ll be glad to have nightmares because you won’t be getting any sleep.” REALLY MOM? Before I was pregnant I was the child that slept as long as she would that didn’t want to be touched (still don’t but that’s another post). Now, I was the demon baby from hell who needed constant attention and never slept. 🙄

I’m also so tired of hearing about how much I must miss drinking and how miserable I’m going to be this summer. For the record, I don’t really miss drinking, maybe the social aspect of it and a glass of red wine here and there would fix my craving if I had any (yes red wine is okay people!) And I’m not going to be any hotter than your 300 lb cousin is. Go remind him how hot summer is, please and thank you.

Why can’t people just leave well enough alone? Pregnant women do NOT need to hear about the worst pregnancies and new mommy experiences. If it’s in the cards for them to experience tough times trust me, your “cautionary tale” won’t help at all!

In the words of pretty much every mom and teacher EVER “if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all.

Making it isn’t easy, but your horror story isn’t making it any better!!


I am the Hindenburg


I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive the baby apps for playing down these 1st semester pregnancy symptoms! I was not properly informed that I would turn into the Hindenburg! I’m a bloated blimp filled with gas!! My entire is so bloated I look like I have a text book under my shirt (it’s not even round like a baby bump 😦 ). Today, outside at the train station I let one go that was as long as the train whistle masking sound! 😯 I burp all day and when I law down at night I can’t get comfortable until I let out a huge man sized burp. It doesn’t matter what I eat I produce enough gas daily to power a 747.

Now, I know you’re thinking, I get the blimp comparison but why the Hindenburg? Well ladies and gents my gas’ best friend is HEARTBURN! Did you know you can have heartburn to the point that you spit up acid? Yea, me either! Let me tell you heartburn is the flame that brings this blimp down! But they say lots of heartburn during pregnancy means your baby will have a head full of hair. Looks like I’ve got Rapunzel baking in my oven.

Making it isn’t easy, but with Tums and GasX I’ll make it through!


Too early to start registry?

Feliz Cinco de Mayo!! Two posts one day!! Can you tell I’m already preoccupied with being a mommy-to-be?

So the other day I’m sitting on BabiesRUs.com updating my registry and my friend goes “Isn’t it too early for that?” Now she’s also the same friend who said “All you ever talk about is being pregnant now.” Like being pregnant isn’t life consuming! HELLO I’M GROWING A WHOLE PERSON!!

Anyway, although I take what she says with a grain of salt, did she make a good point? I’m only starting my registry now because I feel like their are so many choices to make about my baby. Bottle or breast? Pacifier or no? Disposable or Cloth Diapers? Going green or going cheap? Buy baby food or make it? And then the subcategories within the main categories. I mean is it ever to early to start thinking about these things? It’s not like I’m sending out shower invites or out purchasing a crib!! What’s your take?

Making it isn’t easy,  but am I making it too soon?


Forever Alone

11 weeks and counting

OMG! It has just hit me that I am all alone in this thing. That reality has cloaked me in fear and depression and it seems like the harder I fight in the tighter it wraps around me. It’s just me and my baby and it may be like that for the rest of my life, or until my baby realizes I’m a nut and runs away.

I haven’t heard from my child’s father since the day of my first doctor’s appointment. I knew he didn’t want this baby but as the father of four, I thought he’d understand how much I’d need him during this pregnancy. He has another child on the way with his other children’s mother and I can’t help but think “I bet he hasn’t left her high and dry.” I’m stuck dealing with the fact that he might not be around for this baby. That actually doesn’t bother me as long as he pays up, but the fact that the one person obligated to listen to me whine about my cramps is MIA pisses this little lady off.

Then there’s my parents. I went to home to take pictures for the church directory with my mom. During my little visit she made it perfectly clear that she couldn’t wait to get me back out of her house and that she wasn’t babysitting. She also drove home the fact that my dad is about as stable as a atom missing a couple of protons and that my half-siblings and I barely know each other and my brother is handicapped. I won’t have the support my mother had from my grandparents and my aunts. It’s just me.

I got to thinking I don’t even have one friend I’d trust to watch my little one. What happens if I get sick? Who’ll watch my baby if I have to work weekends? What if I just need a break? And those are the simple questions. I can hire a babysitter or nanny, but will I be alone forever. I know there’s dating after parenthood but I almost feel like damaged goods.

Who wants an ordinary girl with a baby? I’m almost tempted to settle with one of these guys who don’t seem to care that I’m pregnant. Men who don’t truly interest me but are willing to be there for me and my unborn child. I don’t want to learn to love though. I want to feel it. I’m scared I never will. I’m scared that I’ll forever be alone.


Making it isn’t easy,  especially when you’re doing it alone.