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Well, I'm not keeping up on documenting this little lady's gestation like I'd like. Oh well. I have a few more important things to worry about this time around. Like sleep. Or a clingy toddler. But here I am. Baby girl - 29 weeks along! This is getting real. So is the belly. I feel monstrous this time around, and wondered how I was comparing to Carter's pregnancy, so I dug around for some comparison photos. It seems I am looking larger faster. Even though my OB says I'm measuring perfectly (again) and my weight gain this time around is slower. Thank goodness for that. I passed the glucose screening with flying colors, and both she and I seem to be in optimal health so far. Good heartbeats, good movement, low blood pressure, little swelling... I don't overlook how blessed I am to have uncomplicated pregnancies. It seems too lucky. Baby Girl is currently breech, so I am feeling a bit cautious about celebrating a hiccup-free pregnancy. But she ...

My baby boy is not so baby anymore, and doing some pretty amazing and hilarious things. I keep telling myself I need to write more often and capture all the good (and some bad) that is this stage in our lives. Here I finally am, almost 3 months after I started this post. Bullet points seem to feel the least daunting for this task, so here it goes. Carter can count to ten (and then some)! I doubted this ability when Jon boasted about it a few weeks ago. He's not even 2, and I certainly haven't been teaching him numbers - how could he know them? Then I heard it for myself, in that sweet little chirpy voice of his. "One, two, twee, fo, fi, six, sen, et, nine, TEN." He says ten very enthusiastically. It turns out Jon has been counting with him for weeks, and I know he sits during flash cards at daycare so he must be picking up on it there too. He tries to count beyond ten, but it usually ends up with fourteen and eighteen and back to ten again.  Sleep has been a...

Yesterday, my OB decided to move up my due date by a week, so I'm suddenly 23 weeks! I will gladly jump ahead. I know it doesn't really matter much, as this girl is going to make her appearance whenever she's ready, despite my weekly countdown. But still. Yay. Apparently at our U/S she was measuring over 90% which seemed unusually high considering Carter was always consistently in the 70% area. There was initial concern about my glucose, but after discussing dates, my first U/S (where she was measuring ahead a week already), and measuring my bump (a solid 23-24 week size), we figured the dating was probably off. End of February it is. When she shows up is up to her. So let's see. Other Baby #2 updates: She's moving up a storm, and Jon finally felt her kick last night. (Not that we've been trying for him to feel her - it was probably the second time we gave it a go. Second child syndrome).  I gained 3 pounds this last week alone. It co...

We found out earlier this week that we are blessed with a sweet little girl on the way! All along, I've felt very strongly it was a girl. For no specific reason that I could describe, other than it's what I felt. Jon thought it was for sure a girl for the mere fact that I was more nauseous and tired this time than with Carter, and apparently "girls are trouble." Whatever. But hello? Mothering a needy toddler while trying to get through the first trimester...I started out fatigued for goodness sake, so of course I'm more tired this time. And I couldn't fight off the nausea as well as I did the first time because snacking constantly just wasn't feasible. Unless I was willing to share with said toddler, or deal with his wrath when he couldn't have what I had. Or actually remembered to pack myself a snack. So, despite no real logical reasoning, I swore it was a girl, thought of her as a 'her,' imagined buying little dresses and decorating he...

I haven't done one of these for a year now, and with how crazy fast our lives are changing (with a toddler) I decided I definitely wanted to document what life was like right now. Linking up to My Life in Transition ! -------- Saturday, October 15, 2016 Jon 37, Lisa 36, Carter 22 months, Baby #2 20 weeks in gestation. 1:30am | (I hate to start with this as my first of the day but, I'm pregnant, and this is real life) I get up to use the bathroom. I'm proud I made it 4 hours! 5:40am | I wake in a startle to "Mama! Maaamaaa!" and think it is way too early. Why can't he sleep until 6:30 like last weekend? By the time I awkwardly roll over (already, and I'm not even that big yet) and look at the monitor, he is laying back down and quiet. Perhaps he got the hint that this is way too early. 5:50am | Nope. More shouting for me, so I get up and stumble into his room. Phone in hand, I remember, to document this day! He immediately orders for his sl...

We are nearly half way there to meet this little baby, and I really just can't believe it. Life is pretty blissful right now. I love this point in pregnancy. My bump is out and proud, and I'm happily looking very pregnant (and not fat). I feel gentle baby jabs quite regularly, which make me smile every time. My joint pain is getting a whole lot better, and I feel really good when I'm up and moving around. My only complaint at this point is sleep, as I'm already super uncomfortable sleeping on my sides. Though I will say I have had some big chunks (like 5 hours) of straight sleep where I didn't appear to move a muscle, so I guess I am still getting decent rest. And thanks to some persistent trial and error, we figured out how to get Carter to sleep until 6am again, so we are all getting better sleep. Never mind that I'm a bit saddened that it meant he goes to bed at 8pm and I just lost another hour of my precious little free time in the evening. I shou...