Each and every moment the thought crosses my mind, “Oh I have some free time, maybe I could work on a blog post?” that thought is then stolen by a ringing telephone, a whining or desperate-for-playtime toddler or the list of a million things that needs to be done. I have good intentions, but never the time to fulfill them. But I did want to drop in and post a quick update.
As much as I complain about my crazy, busy life, I wouldn’t trade it. In fact, soon we’ll be adding a little more chaos to the mix…
Special thanks to Speckled Clementine for the adorable announcement!
Yes, I am indeed, with child. 🙂 Child #2 to be exact. I started to have “the ache” to expand our family shortly after Little C’s 1st birthday but knew for all practical purposes that we were not ready. When we did decide the time was nearing, God decided to bless us immediately and I was pregnant before I could blink. Joy and fear gripped us at the exact same time, which is a funny emotional roller coaster of its own. We are truly excited as this will likely be the completion of our family, despite what several friends have told me.
This pregnancy has been decidedly tougher the second time around. Morning sickness has been fierce and relentless and my bragging about never vomiting while pregnant with Little C quickly became stifled. Of course, everyone immediately thinks that means I am having a girl. I don’t know about that, but I do know that battling the stomach flu, then a severe cough and cold and general exhaustion while early in pregnancy has taken its toll. I believe I have finally graduated into better days and the second trimester and of course, after the pregnancy announcement cards were distributed, found out that I’m farther along than initially thought and am now due in September. That potentially means 3 family birthdays in September. This poor child!
I had been warned of it beforehand, but I’m astonished at how different we treat 2nd and 3rd pregnancies and children. I am not reading the books, magazines, blog posts and articles. I lazily track things in a single app on my phone. I constantly forget how many “weeks” I am. I’ve taken next to no pictures of myself or anything pregnancy related. I’m excited and I truly care, but it’s a sort of “been there, done that” feeling. I am fighting this as I don’t want to be the mom that has 1.1 million photos of baby #1 and 2 or 3 photos of baby #2. There has to be a happy medium between obsession and apathy. I have started a pregnancy journal but am letting the masters at Shutterfly be the designers instead of designing my own. I just don’t have the time and I’m all about letting myself out of the competition to become the Pinterest Mom of the Year. 😉
Well, my heartburn beacons to me. I hope to share more in the coming weeks as we find out if baby is another “he” or a little “she”.