The hospital bag

Friday, April 29, 2016

Guess what. I'm 9 months pregnant!

Each month milestone thus far has warranted something exactly like, "I AM 6 MONTHS PREGNANT!!! How legit does that sound???!" And the enthusiasm and repetition has only exponentially increased with 7, 8, and 9. Dearest Alex never hears the end of it. And with it, I have been quite the checklister these days.

Frozen meals smashed into our little freezer. CHECK.

Planning sleep schedule (which probably won't work) CHECK.

Cleaning out infant carseat, swing, and rocker CHECK.

Homemade padsicles- also smashed into our little freezer CHECK.

Buying girl things, size 1 diapers, a noise machine, and too much more CHECK.

But there is one thing that I can't bring myself to do, the same thing I couldn't bring myself to prepare until a few hours before Liam was actually born.

The hospital bag.

DUN DUN DUN. It is so scary to me. So final. Dare I say ominous?

I don't know why, because you'd think it would be best part. I've been counting down the days until I first saw that pregnancy test. And have become much more anxious for that day since I passed through the seemingly endless nausea, aching body, and adorable baby girl clothes. It isn't even the labor that I'm scared about- actually this time around I feel much more prepared emotionally and mentally.

But something about it makes me feel overwhelmed and emotional. So, hospital bag, we will discuss it again next week when I slyly ignore you (yet again) on my checklist.

My 2 year old

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

He's 2! This year has truly blown by. Turns out that when you sleep, life just runs a lot smoother:) ...until it all starts again in a few weeks!

But seriously, I am so crazy about this kid. He makes me laugh sooo much, teaches me to not take life so seriously, and has taught me a lot of patience too. He has brought a ridiculous amount of joy to our lives! Love his curious little mind, infectious laugh, fearlessness, and melts-me-into-a-puddle sweetness. Here's to 2!

Getting there

Friday, April 22, 2016

Well ya'll, we are getting there. I am now 35.5 weeks, but who's counting?

I have so many different emotions. (Oh you pesky hormones, I'm blaming you!)

Wow, I can't believe I'm already 35 weeks! 
And then... holy crap I have 5 more weeks. How am I going to survive??!

I can't wait for this little girl to get here already! But yet at the same time I'm sad that this stage of my life when all my focus and attention on Liam is coming to an end. I feel guilty and really nervous about it. 

How am I going to juggle this? And the sleep deprivation part literally terrifies me. 

It will work out.
It will work out.

So I'm trying to forget about the aches and pains and the countdown of the last few weeks, and just love right now. Because it's true, I LOVE MY LIFE.

I love my husband and best friend. I love my boy and that I can spend all day with him. I love that Brazil's weather allows us to be outside anytime. I love our cute apartment. I love that we have family nearby and cousins that Liam adores. Also, I really love acai and fruit smoothies these days. And I love my phone camera so I can remember everyday moments for always. God is good. 

A few weeks old, and an awkward pose.. but it'll do! It'll do!

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