Every once and a while my hubby and I will comment to each other that it’s insane that we’re going to have another baby.
Our lives already seem so busy and complete with Peanut, but to throw another kid into the mix? It still seems like a foreign concept to me.
What bugs me is I’ve had more than one person comment that we’re crazy to have two kids under two at the same time. I’m getting a little tired of hearing that.
People assume that you have all the control in the world as to when you conceive.
We were trying to be realistic with our family planning considering that it tooks us a little while to conceive Peanut after the miscarriage. We didn’t know how long it would take this time. Or God forbid if something happened. (Those thoughts just never go away.)
But yes, we know that having two kids under two will be nutso! We’ve accepted that. I wish people would stop reminding us of it.
So far this pregnancy has been pretty good. From what I remember, it’s very similar to my experience with Peanut.
And If old wives tales hold true, this baby will also be born with a lot of hair like his sister. The heartburn has been intense!
My only complaint would have to be sleeping. I haven’t pulled out the body pillow yet to help with my achy hips. My poor husband feels like I’m closed off when I have my fortress of pillows up, but it’s starting to suck waking up with super achy hips. The body pillow will likely come out tonight. I’m sure he’ll underatand.
I haven’t really had any food cravings, and certainly for nothing crazy. With Peanut, I could have eaten Thai food probably every day!
So far this pregnancy, I’ve had one craving for key lime pie, and man was it good!
Oh, at my last OB appointment my blood pressure was perfect so it was a good call on my part to not just jump on the meds. Yay me!
I have to do my glucose test this week and I’m a bit nervous. Last time I failed the first test (although barely) and I barely passed the second one. I think I’ve done a better job of not scarfing down all the bread I can get my hands on.
On Saturday I found out some fantastic news. I have to admit, going into it, I had a sense that something like this was going to happen, but it couldn’t have turned out more perfect.
I met up with one of my oldest friends and her daughter on Saturday morning for a park date. Her daughter is almost four months older than Peanut. And this friend is the first friend I made when I moved to my new school in grade eight.
It has been some time since we’d seen each other. There have been texts and conversations, but not face-to-face meetings. I wanted to tell her about the baby in person, so I never mentioned anything during our conversations.
After missing out on getting together in July, we set up a play date for last Saturday. Imagine my surprise when I get out of the car and start walking towards her and her daughter and noticed her baby bump which was just as big as mine.
She smiled at me and said, “I see you’re just a little bit pregnant like me!” And she’s due eight days before me. Yay for having company while on mat leave!
I’m so happy for her, but sad that this pregnancy isn’t as great for her as her first. She’s had bronchitis, which turned into pneumonia and she’s pretty sure that she has GD and will have to go on insulin. Did I mention that she’s an NP?
They’re expecting another girl, but like us, she says this will be their last. We’re getting old!
I should have posted this as part of the Monday Snapshot yesterday, but it was a holiday for me yesterday in Canada (only certain sectors were off) and we were busy with the girls.
Anyway, my straight sister-in-law got married on Sunday. My parents had Peanut over for the afternoon and evening.
We left the wedding around 11:30 (I had to stay for the poutine) and got to their house around 12 or so. One of my aunts was there and so was her son (my cousin). My hubby and step-daughter were having a chat outside about an issue we’re facing (more about that in another post), while I chatted with my dad and cousin.
My dad beamed while telling me how much fun they had with Peanut. It really warmed my heart.
I then went upstairs to my parents room to find my mom, aunt and baby (I know she’s a toddler, but she’s still my baby).
My aunt was awake laying on one side of the bed. Here’s what I saw on the other side:
. . . my mum and Peanut sleeping. This is my new favourite pic. I love the hand right in my mom’s face.
My mum made me promise not to post this photo on Facebook, but she said nothing about my blog. Then again, she doesn’t know about the blog so what she doesn’t know won’t kill me.