Surprise! I’m pregnant! Or… maybe it’s not such a surprise? I say that because at least 5 people have told me that they suspected I was pregnant… because of the fact that I hadn’t mentioned wine in my last few blog posts. ::facepalm:: That’s embarrassing. But guess what? Now that the cat’s out of the bag, I can talk about wine again. Or rather, the lack of wine in my life. Not to be confused with whine, which there is PLENTY of in my life these days. Hahahahahahaha. Ha. Haha. Ha. Hello?
Anyways, let’s get back to my uterus! I’m approximately 15 weeks prego ragu and my due date is November 4th. We’re pretty sure we aren’t going to find out the sex, just like last time. Though it seems harder this time around to not find out. I think it’s because we/I was so distracted by the newness of pregnancy the first time around, and not finding out the sex was part of the package. This time I sort of know what to expect with the pregnancy, so finding out if it’s a boy or girl is more top of mind. Ya know? I will say though, that not knowing the sex was so helpful the first time around during Crosby’s crazy birth. It gave me something positive to focus on and look forward to in the midst of pure chaos. So… that’s a good reason to not find out. Plus, I’ve always felt that waiting to find out until your babe is born is one of life’s few REAL surprises. Anyways, what do you think, should we find out this time? Or not? What did you do? What did Mila Kunis do? Because I’ll just probably do what she did.
So far, I’ve felt pretty ok. I’ve managed to avoid morning sickness again but I’ve been so incredibly tired. Seriously, the fatigue this time around has been absurd. Intensified by the fact that my job is to chase a squirrelly toddler around all day. On more than one occasion I’ve been out doing something with Crosby and I’ve been so tired that I had to literally tell myself to put one foot in front of the other. It’s nuts. I’m finally in the second trimester though so my energy levels should skyrocket any second now. Right? RIGHT!?! In general though, this pregnancy has felt pretty similar to the last one. Which makes me feel like it might be another little boy. Except that I’ve been MUCH more emotional this time around. Which makes me think it might be a girl. Or a Nicholas Sparks novel.
So far it seems like Crosby is thrilled to have a new baby in the family. Once we found out I was pregnant, we got him a babydoll to play with and he immediately poked it in the eyes. See!? Thrilled! We’re trying to explain to him that he’s going to be a big brother and that mama has a baby in her tummy, but he’s only 20 months old so he’s not really catching on. Or maybe he’s just not very bright… ;) No but really, if anyone has any advice or books (for him or me) to read about bringing a new kiddo home, please let me know! I’m so unprepared. Also, the idea of Crosby not being my “baby” anymore makes me want to shove him up my shirt for the day.
Yikes. I feel like this post was so scattered. Mom brain + pregnancy brain = my brain looks like an episode of Hoarders.
PS Thanks so much for all the well wishes on our newest addition! We’re honestly so very thrilled.
PPS A few more photos from my Mother’s Day…
Cheers to breeding! xo