I have to laugh after reading my last post. Which I actually just hit "post" for, even though I wrote it last November, it looks like. And that one was written a million years after the one before that. That's life now. Blogging was something I did for me, and now showering is something I do for me. So forgive me for skipping a shower today to finally post another blog. It took me three tries to just log in, I couldn't remember what email address it's under, and then I was greeted with a picture of 9 month old Harrison and thought "Awwwww...I miss that little baby!"
But hey, no worries! I have a new one to play with! Harrison got a little brother for Christmas last year, (early gift, 12/3) and his name is Declan and he is Harrison's total opposite. Looks, personality, sleeping patterns, eating habits, you name it. Some days he is Harrison's best friend, and others, his biggest enemy. Like if Declan comes anywhere near a toy that Harrison has given any thought to in the past week. "Nooooooo Deck-win!...Nooooo....Mommmyyyyyy!" *sigh* I'm so tired.
Our little family of four is now complete, and even though Dex has been with us for almost a year, it feels like we are still working on settling into this whole work/life balance thing. Some days are perfection, and some take every ounce of strength to get through, but every day is fulfilling and a gift. I don't really know where I would be right now, had these beautiful boys not fallen into my lap, but it couldn't possibly be as fun. I would be in better shape and my floors would be clean, but definitely not as fun. Besides, I feel like the day might come when I actually have time to work out five days a week, sweep, mop, AND be a good mom...so it is possible to have it all, I'm sure. Just not yet.
So right now we are in a good place, the house is looking pretty good, only a couple of major projects we want to do, or the other option is to just pick up and move...I'm kind of for it, actually. Peyton's in the same job and doing great things, and I just started a new one. I'm 3 weeks in and I haven't done anything yet. Like...at all. But I'm told I will have an avalanche of work soon, so that's something to look forward to during the holidays. Other than that, we have nothing going on. No announcements to make, no more babies on the way (for once). Hopefully this small amount of information will tide everyone over until next year, or the year after when I have a minute to write again. I actually plan to write more from now on. But hey, I also planned to be skinny by this past summer and that turned out to be a big bust. (Real big). So don't hold me to it.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Hey guess what, I'm pregnant...
Yeah, so that's pretty old news at this point, since I'm due in December, but apparently I lost the blogging bug during this pregnancy. What can I say? Harrison is a toddler. And that should pretty much explain it all. My little man is quickly approaching his second birthday, but before that, he's getting a baby brother. Two under two. We're nuts.
This pregnancy has definitely not been the same as the first. Mostly, I have not had the time on my hands to sit and reflect about what could be going wrong at any given point of the day, and so I don't spend the days between doctor visits thinking my baby has died and I'm going to be given the news at my next appointment. This poor kid. Not being neurotic has made the last few months a lot more relaxing for me and those around me than I was with Harrison. But I also feel like I barely give this baby a second thought on some days. He kicks and I'm like, "Hey, watch the the bladder..." and then start thinking about what's for dinner. That is pretty much the thought that follows anything I do or say..."what's for dinner?" I never knew I could be so hungry! I'm already predicting Baby#2 will be 9lbs. Any takers on that bet? I could use the money on something nice for myself. Yeah right. Those days are far behind me.
In the meantime, we are somewhat trying to prepare Harrison for not being an only child (our first broken promise to him). It's not like it's all that easy to have a really in-depth, informative conversation with a toddler who knows approximately sixty-five words. So he can point to his tummy and say "bah-bee" and now thinks everyone has a baby in there, I'm sure. He also recognizes what a baby actually is, so that's good. Now whether or not he wants to share a house with one is anybody's guess. We have moved him to his new big-boy room, complete with a twin bed, and brand new decorations. He loves it. I don't know how he's going to feel when someone else takes over his baby room, though. I just need to focus on making his room ten times cooler than the nursery. Since we (meaning me) are in nesting mode right now, we're also in the middle of turning the basement into a playroom/guestroom. The basement is our previously-unused second living area, which has been home to all things homeless in our house until now, and it is one step down from the rest of the house, which is about as close to being a basement as you can get in Texas. Now, if people decide they really want/need to stay with us, they will have the pleasure of sleeping on a mattress on the floor in a room with no door or bathroom, and will be sharing space with a circus tent and a motion-sensor pony that could scare the pants off you in the middle of the night. I'll be testing that theory when #2 is here and waking up in the middle of the night, because we will heading straight for that room every time, in hopes that Harrison's sleep doesn't get disturbed. I found out recently that Harrison really, really, really needs a good night's sleep. Really.
This pregnancy has definitely not been the same as the first. Mostly, I have not had the time on my hands to sit and reflect about what could be going wrong at any given point of the day, and so I don't spend the days between doctor visits thinking my baby has died and I'm going to be given the news at my next appointment. This poor kid. Not being neurotic has made the last few months a lot more relaxing for me and those around me than I was with Harrison. But I also feel like I barely give this baby a second thought on some days. He kicks and I'm like, "Hey, watch the the bladder..." and then start thinking about what's for dinner. That is pretty much the thought that follows anything I do or say..."what's for dinner?" I never knew I could be so hungry! I'm already predicting Baby#2 will be 9lbs. Any takers on that bet? I could use the money on something nice for myself. Yeah right. Those days are far behind me.
In the meantime, we are somewhat trying to prepare Harrison for not being an only child (our first broken promise to him). It's not like it's all that easy to have a really in-depth, informative conversation with a toddler who knows approximately sixty-five words. So he can point to his tummy and say "bah-bee" and now thinks everyone has a baby in there, I'm sure. He also recognizes what a baby actually is, so that's good. Now whether or not he wants to share a house with one is anybody's guess. We have moved him to his new big-boy room, complete with a twin bed, and brand new decorations. He loves it. I don't know how he's going to feel when someone else takes over his baby room, though. I just need to focus on making his room ten times cooler than the nursery. Since we (meaning me) are in nesting mode right now, we're also in the middle of turning the basement into a playroom/guestroom. The basement is our previously-unused second living area, which has been home to all things homeless in our house until now, and it is one step down from the rest of the house, which is about as close to being a basement as you can get in Texas. Now, if people decide they really want/need to stay with us, they will have the pleasure of sleeping on a mattress on the floor in a room with no door or bathroom, and will be sharing space with a circus tent and a motion-sensor pony that could scare the pants off you in the middle of the night. I'll be testing that theory when #2 is here and waking up in the middle of the night, because we will heading straight for that room every time, in hopes that Harrison's sleep doesn't get disturbed. I found out recently that Harrison really, really, really needs a good night's sleep. Really.
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