Things were insanely busy for us with work, travel and just our normal routine. I realize the weekly pictures haven't been taken faithfully, and it's not because of the "2nd child syndrome". It's more that at the end of the day, we are all exhausted and the last thing I have wanted to do is have it captured for all to see! That really shouldn't have been any excuse, but it's the truth. Here are the few pictures that I have taken...thanks to Sissy, the last one was taken today and I really was not feeling like taking a picture! It really should say 38.5 weeks since I'll be 39 weeks on Friday.
We had a doctor appointment today and all still looks good.... I am swelling a bit in my arms/hands and legs/feet but she said "You still have ankles so it's not THAT bad!". It's definitely a little uncomfortable and I can't make a fist anymore, but that's minor. Baby also grew and I'm measuring at 36 weeks today. Still small (last week we had an ultrasound b/c my fundal height hadn't increased since week 34. They were a little concerned at first, but after measuring baby they decided that I would just be having a small'ish baby). So I'm technically measuring about 2 weeks behind but LORD HELP ME this child will NOT be staying in to cook an extra 2 weeks! Due date is next Friday so maybe Baby will decide to show up a little early. I know I wouldn't complain.
While I'm ready for this baby in so many ways, I'm starting to get a little more sad each day about losing the perfect little family of 3 we have right now. I am absolutely over the moon in love with our boy. He is sweet, loving, crazy hyper at times, talkative, playful, smart and the one who makes me smile every single day. His world is going to be rocked. I am already envisioning not being able to do all of the favorite things that we've become accustomed to every day and it kind of breaks my heart. Luke is a boy of habit just like his mama - and we have lots of routines that we both love and count on every day. But there will come a time soon when I can see this new baby needing me to be there for him or her just a little bit more than Luke. And so I will have to choose to let Daddy be the one to take my place.
I realize it's all normal and Luke will end up adjusting just fine - and we will too. But I still get a little sad thinking that the little boy who has dominated our worlds for over 2 years will now share our love with a new baby brother or sister.
Even through all of these feelings of sadness and guilt I have about Luke, I am equally anticipating and excited (and nervous) to have this baby and start our lives as a family of 4. I've almost forgotten what it is like to have a newborn around and I'm excited to see just how different it will be this time. I know with Luke things were a complete haze....but this time we can't afford to be in a haze otherwise Luke will rule this roost in no time!
This baby is such a mover and has a nightly showtime where he/she will just roll around in my belly, making all sorts of crazy shapes. At the very beginning I had a feeling it was maybe a girl. Then for most of the pregnancy I've felt like it was a boy. Now in the last few weeks I don't have a clue. I can honestly say that I would be really really happy with either. I think it would be perfect to have another little boy - and for Luke to have a brother to grow up with. And I would equally love to have a girl - to experience all of the girly things we don't have with Luke and to watch him become a protective big brother to a little sister. It has been really fun not knowing this time around, but I'm ready for the big reveal.
A few pics of the nursery....
Luke is changing so much these days; I feel like every single day there's something new. Especially words - I'm amazed daily by the sentences he puts together and how much we can really communicate and have a conversation with each other.
He's is so very sweet. Very caring and worried when others are sad (or if they seem mad). He more often than not says "thank you" "please" and "you're welcome!" without prompting. He's perceptive...he knows when things are off or if one of us is not feeling our best. If I trip or drop something, he'll be the first to say "ok, mama?" (and also "be careful mama!").
But don't get me wrong; he's two. He's stubborn, throws fits and gets frustrated at the smallest things. He's rambunctious and looooooves to rough-house with his Dad. He jumps off furniture, pretends to break dance on the hardwood floors, launches his cars and trucks off ramps and across rooms, likes to crash things in to each other and yells and screams at the top of his lungs when he's playing. It often makes me pause to think what it might be like if we had TWO boys - wowza.
He's finally turned into a good sleeper. For a few weeks before daylight savings, we were having to wake him up to go to school at 7:15 am. And he goes to bed by 8 pm. After this past weekend with the time change, we moved to 6:00 am wake ups for a couple of days, but as of this morning, he slept until 7 am again. He got a brand new big boy bed and a room make-over a couple weeks ago. He loves his new car and truck sheets and transitioned into his new room like a champ.
While he pushes me to my limits like any two year old, I can not wait until bed time when I get to snuggle my boy and kiss him goodnight. He asks me to lay with him while he settles in and I wouldn't trade those 10 minutes every night for anything.
Over the last two months we've done some fun things, visited family, had family come visit us and did some major projects to get the house ready for Baby. There are so many pictures I'd love to include, but I'll post some of my favorites.
The next week will hold lots of changes for all of us, but I'm so excited and ready to get this show on the road. Luke is going to be a great big brother. And this baby is going to learn what it's like to have a pretty amazing Dad. And I'm going to sit here while my heart explodes with love for these three people that have made my life complete. Come on Baby....we're ready to meet you!
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