Adding to the Adams Family

I intended to write a post a week or so ago to talk about how excited we are to be expecting Baby Adams # 2 but something much more exciting (and cute) took precedence.  His name is Hudson.  And I got this picture of him today!

Now that Hudson and his Mama are home safe and sound, I'm back to writing about how happy and thankful we are to be on this journey to parenthood again.

We found out we were pregnant again a few days before we went on vacation to Florida.  It was so exciting and absolutely terrifying at the same time.  I've had a hard time getting really excited about this pregnancy - I feel like I've been waiting for something to happen - waiting for the ultrasound that wouldn't show a heartbeat, or something wrong with the baby.  We have a new doctor this time around since we moved and that was scary.  But she has made this much less scary because I went for an ultrasound every 2 weeks starting at 6 weeks.  Every time we went and we saw the heart flicker, and then the baby kick and move around, I felt a little less vulnerable.  It's not completely gone (honestly, it's still there a little bit in the back of my mind even now), but I am so excited for this new baby and am only thinking positively.  I know miscarriages happen to SO MANY people that having 2 shouldn't really affect me the way it did.  But I also have had a co-worker and friend lose babies at 16 and 20 weeks, have seen a high school classmate have a baby who was so very sick and left this world too soon, and have a best friend who had a perfect pregnancy and her child went through open-heart surgery at just 19 days old and is on her way to a 2nd open-heart surgery in 2 weeks.

A pregnancy is so fragile.  And babies are so fragile.  I'm constantly reminding myself that we had a perfectly healthy and happy baby who is now a perfectly healthy little boy.  And that the majority of pregnancies and babies are uneventful and turn out just as they should.  And as of this morning, I can feel that perfect little baby moving around inside of me, and that makes me feel better than anything.

I'll be 17 weeks already on Friday and it's hard to believe that by the end of this month, we'll be halfway done already.  I haven't been very good about taking pictures - I think maybe it's because I looked and felt way better pre-pregnancy with Luke than I do with this one.  We finally got around to taking a picture at week 15 and now here we are at week 16 and we're already 3 days late taking it.  And Mike is gone so I rigged the camera and took the picture myself.  I shouldn't do this to myself but maybe it will be motivating...I'm going to compare each week to Luke's weekly picture.

At our 16 week appointment I've gained 8 lbs.  At 17 weeks with Luke, I had gained 8 lbs.  So I guess I'm right about on track.  Baby's heartbeat was 145 this week and was in the 140's at week 17 with Luke.  Who knows, maybe we'll have another boy!  But we won't know until that little one makes his or her appearance...we're saving all of the fun for D-Day.  :-)

In other news, Bubby has turned into a talking machine!  He wakes up talking and doesn't stop until he goes to bed.  He can be such a sweet boy, but definitely has a naughty, tantrum streak in him too.

He is an eating machine.  We have to cut him off some days because I think his little belly might just explode.  He looooooves "bergers!" and destroys an entire cheeseburger (kids or adult).  He's been known to mutter "frech fries" in his sleep and could eat and entire strawberry patch in one sitting.

He loves being outside as much as I do and we have been going on walks at night after school.  I love when all 3 of us go....usually Luke will ride his bike for awhile and then want to get on Dad's shoulders.  It's so nice to have a neighborhood to walk in and let him ride without fear of him being plowed over by a random crazy driver.  He even knows to stop when he gets to the street and gets off his bike to hold our hand and walk across.

He's also started something that is somewhat concerning (to me).  He constantly says "I'm scared" about the most random things.  The ice machine in the freezer, a loud car, the neighbor dog barking, a dark room.... He's been saying "I'm scared" for a little while now, but it seems to be a bit out of control now.  He's not scared of being in his room at night alone, or in the dark, so I'm not really sure what the reasoning is behind his fear. I did some reading last night and it seems like it could be just a normal 2 year old phase unless it starts to disrupt his activity (which it hasn't yet).  I hope this phase goes quickly because in general our boy seems to be pretty fearless when it comes to being a rambunctious little kid.

Sometimes I look at him and can't imagine loving him any more.  And then the next day my heart just magically expands and I love him just a little bit more.  Our hearts might just explode when we have two of these sweet children to love.

This is his face when I said "smile for the camera!"

We had Olivia over to play outside a couple of weeks ago.  Luke insisted on wearing only a diaper and looking like a trashy little baby.  But they had a lot of fun - especially writing on each other with blue sidewalk chalk.  :-)