First of all, thank you for all of the congratulations on the big “announcement” yesterday. I figured I’d stay true to the way I first revealed my pregnancy with Nora, and let the ultrasound do the talking.
Many of you were insightful and apparently had hunches that I might be expecting another baby. And truth be told, my pregnancy is a MAJOR reason why I’ve been so quiet on the blog the past few months. This baby has sucked the life out of me. Seriously, first trimester was awful. I know women who have had it way worse, of course, but it was just so much different than my pregnancy with Nora. Back then, I felt more tired than usual, and I had a LITTLE bit of yucky feeling and food aversions, but it was NOTHING compared to this time. Up until a week or two ago, I had a very, VERY short list of foods that I could handle thinking about, let alone EATING. I’m still not completely out of the woods, as I found myself gagging when putting dinner into the crockpot the other night. But hey! I was actually making dinner, which is a huge improvement over where I was a few short weeks ago.
We found out about the soon-to-arrive addition to our family the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Due to the holiday weekend, I had enjoyed a good bit of wine on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, so at least I had my fill before I had to give up the good stuff. :) I was really expecting the test to be negative, and then… holy crap.
I had all of the same fears about first trimester this time around, so we kept it pretty quiet until we went in for the NT scan yesterday at 12 weeks (well, 12 weeks, 2 days if you want to get all technical). The due date is August 6. Nora and her baby brother or sister will be just under three years apart.
Speaking of Nora, whenever I ask her if I have a baby in my belly she replies, steadfastly, “Noooooo.” On a related note, my friend’s 2-year-old boy goes to daycare with Nora and he has taken to running over to me and giving me hugs when I walk in to pick up Nora, and although Nora tolerates it to an extent, she always is sure to say, “MY mama!”
I think she might have a hard time coming to terms with sharing me.
But alas, every time we ask her if she’s having a brother or a sister, she says “sister” in her own little way. Don’t get too excited about that, though, because when asked if it’s a boy or a girl, she has been known to say, “boy.” The kid is no help. Patience, though… we will find out in the delivery room. That’s right—we are planning another surprise this time. It was a lot of fun when I was pregnant with Nora, so we are excited to experience the surprise all over again.
With blogging, I always feel like my inspiration and my drive to write is hindered when I am keeping a secret like this. I felt the same way when I was in my first trimester with Nora—if I can’t write what I am experiencing at the time, it feels like I can’t write about anything. That, combined with the sickness and exhaustion (oh, and the hustle and bustle of the holidays), kept me away from this space. Hopefully I can slowly and surely get myself back here more often.
I’m hoping to start weekly pregnancy updates at some point, but it still feels too soon. I still LOVE looking back on those posts from my pregnancy with Nora, so I want to chronicle this experience in the same way. I think I started at 16 weeks with Nora, so I’ll aim for that again here—unless my belly suddenly pops out in a way that is too big to continue to ignore. :)
We are on our way to becoming the parents of TWO children. A family of FOUR.
It’s a wild ride. We’re pretty excited about it.
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 32 and have been married to Michael for six years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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