Anyway... the past few months have been filled with lots of morning sickness, bloating, fatigue, and doctor visits. That's right! Baby number two is on it's way!
I'm just about three months along. My due date is April 28.
We had an ultrasound about a week ago, and our little nugget, only about an inch and a half long, was just wiggling around like crazy! It was amazing to see such a tiny little baby and realize that it's in my belly. I know I've done this before, but it's still a miracle. Every pregnancy is.
This pregnancy is pretty different than last. Last time I didn't have any morning sickness and I was tired but it was manageable.
This time? Sick. Sick. Sick. I was nauseated and sick to my stomach and just plain gross for a few weeks. I have been WAY more tired this time around. Like- I'm a terrible mom now. Carson is allowed to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Cars and Finding Nemo as many times as he'd like to every day. My house is constantly a mess. Laundry constantly needs to be done. Dinner is whatever will only take me five minutes to throw together. That's the kind of wife and mother I've become. So. Dang. Tired.
Unfortunately, just like last time, I've started gaining weight right away. Last time five pounds in the first three months, this time three pounds (probably more but I refuse to weigh myself again because I ate way too much cake this weekend). I thought being sick would make me lose weight- or at least slow down the weight gain- but not so much. I hate that this bothers me. I mean, hello, I'm pregnant! But, sigh, it still does. Ugh.
Our family and a few close friends already knew the news... the fun of surprising everyone was taken away from us due to an emergency surgery I had just days after finding out I was pregnant. I wrote a post about it while I was recovering... and I think I'll post it after this post. It was a pretty emotional time and rather than recap the story in a few, short, unemotional sentences like I'm tempted to do now, I think I'd rather share the story as it felt those first few days post surgery. I think this baby's story deserves to be told in full.
And here's my big boy, who's going to be a big brother! He's 20 months old and is absolutely crazy fun! I can't get over how amazing it is to watch him learn and grow and change almost by the minute. He's such a blessing. I'm excited to see him with his new baby brother or sister. I think he'll be a natural.
Life it pretty amazing, isn't it?
*It made me realize that maybe people are actually reading this. I was starting to think I was really just typing away to myself based on lack of comments... and while I do have conversations with myself, I usually don't take the time to type them up and add photos. That would be a waste of time. Which was how I was starting to feel about blogging. Maybe it's been this sickness and fatigue that is making my attitude so lousy... oh well. I'm back!
