Hi, peeps.
Wow, I feel like I have a had a really crazy week. Just lots of little and big stress events combining to throw life into a bit of a whirlwing.
Baby #2 and I are good, though. My OB today said that January 10 is our best-case delivery date (39 weeks), but that I need to prepare for a December baby. I’ll take it!
I feel so incredibly huge. I’ve heard my friends with multiple kids talk about feeling (and actually being) bigger with their second (and so on) pregnancies, but to experience it is quite odd. I feel like I was this big at 36 weeks with Ian, and I’m not sure how my poor belly is going to stretch for another 3 months’ worth of growth.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. Some of my reading has been research into creating traditions for my kids that reflect my beliefs, from special holidays to everyday habits. This is one of those “heavy weight of responsibility” parts of parenting for me. I mean, there is joy to be had in telling my children about my beliefs, but I feel a burden to create family traditions that are meaningful and sincere, not half-baked awkward attempts. Sigh.
I am so happy it’s fall, despite being stuck inside. Fall is the best. Oh, and my friends that brought me pumpkin juice and butter beer for a Harry Potter marathon on Saturday? They’re the best, too.
