How can it be the middle of September already?
You won’t hear any complaints from me - being six months pregnant in the 90 degree humidity was not my cup of tea. give me 60 degrees, leggings and cute fall jackets over that ANY day of the week, especially while pregnant. our house is a cool 68 right now and I slept better last night than I have in months.
Our little family has been so busy this summer. I can’t believe already two months has passed since we moved into our new house. It’s coming along… slowly but surely. I underestimated how long it would take to get certain projects accomplished, especially while pregnant since I can’t participate in much (no staining, no painting, no fumes, etc). BUT we did tackle our front yard and re-landscaped everything ourselves! It was a huge project but made a big difference.
I’m almost 27 weeks pregnant. Not sure how I ended up on the verge of the third trimester already, but here we are! This pregnancy has been so different than my last - most notably because I’ve only gained about 12 lbs so far. It’s a miracle, but I attribute that to craving giant salads (what?) and doing Dailey Method a couple times a week, but mostly I believe it’s because I’m just too busy chasing this crazy monkey around. Our little man is quite active, almost violent at times, but his kicks and punches and rolls are reassuring that he’s growing and thriving in there.
One major difference in my pregnancies is that this time I know what we’re having! I must say, it’s made a huge difference to me. Last time I didn’t feel truly connected to the baby until Annabelle was born - but this time around I can picture our little family of four, imagine the sibling relationship the kids will have, and just envision this tiny boy snuggling in my arms. The surprise was fun last time, but I prefer knowing to not knowing.
Work has kicked into high gear for me these past few months, with my boss retiring in August and a few other vacant positions in the office. I’ve upped my hours and typically work through all of Annabelle’s naps, and I’m still going into the office one full day a week. I feel grateful daily for such a flexible, mom-friendly work arrangement. The nonprofit field lends itself well to this kind of flexibility I’m fortunate to have, I just wish more opportunities were available to women who would love to work part-time. I’m a bit anxious about maternity leave (our office is so small that there isn’t any coverage for my position) and balancing the job with two kiddos, but I’m determined to make it work after our little one arrives.
We were lucky to close out the summer with some family time at the lake this past weekend. The weather was beautiful and the lake was basically empty after everyone had packed up after Labor Day. We spent the whole time relaxing on the boat, fishing, paddle boarding and jetskiing while Annabelle tried to convince us she can actually swim. It was a great getaway before the madness of our fall schedule ensues.
Here’s a little photo update, mostly via my instagram:
I’m a bit obsessed with stand up paddleboarding - such a great core and arm workout! My balance was tested with this baby bump but I can proudly say my feet barely got wet.
Not a great shot and not a before-and-after, but I avoid photos of the front of our house on the social medias. This will have to do!
We went to the Cubs game a few weeks ago - 3 moms, 3 toddlers and my brave sister who came along to assist. It was quite the experience but we had a blast! I must also note the game was right in the middle of naptime for all three kids. Also, this is the way she looks at me 90% of the time. Pure skepticism.
First carousel ride at the Will County Fair! She also had a corn dog and a lemon shake-up and fed some baby goats. She loved every minute.
Perfect form, wouldn’t you say?
I lost her today at a Tuesday Morning store. We were browsing through the aisles and she was trailing about 5 feet behind me until I turned around and she had vanished. Like in that show The Leftovers? Just gone. I ran down the aisle, called her name, ran down the toy aisle, yelled her name, not there. Silence. Truly starting to freak out, I ran back down the aisle we were originally in and there she was, laughing. Then she proceeded to climb back into her hiding spot on the empty bottom shelf… so proud of herself. My heart was still racing an hour later.
She’s in a dance class on Monday mornings and she’s obsessed. She actually follows the teacher’s direction and does what she’s supposed to do when she’s supposed to do it. Then she cries/screams when the class is over and we have to leave.
I have to hold the shower curtain closed with my foot because she tries to climb in the tub while I’m frantically trying to shower in 3 minutes flat.
She does this adorable little gasp then covers her mouth with both hands to feign surprise over basically nothing, a million times a day.
She runs full speed down our driveway into the street, laughing maniacally when I finally catch up to her then continues to laugh in my face when I try to scold her. This goes on repeatedly until I carry her inside, where she cries because clearly I’m the meanest person ever. Thank god we live on a dead end street.
She has a lot of opinions about what she wears every day, especially her shoes. I find it hysterical when Jason tries to put converse on her but she has her heart set on sparkly sandals.
She loves to play with her doctor kit, specifically listening to heartbeats with her stethoscope. She whispers bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum while she does it.
She calls me Mom and she calls Jason Dad. Not Mama, Mommy, Dada, Daddy… Mom and Dad. She’s basically 12.
She’ll be playing quietly with her toys and suddenly runs over, says Hi Mom, gives me a kiss and a squeeze then runs back to whatever she was doing. I fight back tears because it’s so sweet.
there was a black cloud following me around last week.
i had a slew of random doctor’s appointments at the beginning of the week because i wasn’t feeling well. then once that was under control, i rolled my ankle and fell down a hill while playing at the park with the kiddo.
it’s always been a fear of mine to either get hurt or pass out while i’m out with annabelle alone, since we’re usually solo. well, I had the opportunity to experience that last wednesday after I fell and literally could not stand up as she ran the opposite direction.
so i sat there on the ground, trying to hold back tears, and not a single person came over to me (out of the 100 or so people at the park, not a decent human being in sight)… so i sucked it up and grabbed the kiddo, hobbled back to our car, sobbing the entire way because OMG PAIN.
luckily jason and my sister were both on their way to us (we were meeting for dinner nearby in the west loop) so they got there quickly. my sister took the munchkin and jason took me to the ER, where they told me my ankle was fractured. i laughed because I’m sorry, what?! they put some fiberglass contraption on it and sent us on our way.
the next day i saw an orthopedic doctor who wasn’t impressed by the xrays and therefore wasn’t convinced of the break (YAY) so he gave me a walking boot, told me to hope for a bad sprain and said to come back in 2 weeks. i go back in a week to do more xrays if necessary, but i told him logistically (20 weeks pregnant, maniac toddler to chase, new house with 3 flights of stairs) i can’t have a broken ankle right now, soooo just no.
i haven’t gotten to the bad news yet! this past weekend i was supposed to be in nashville for my very best friend’s bachelorette party. walking is a prerequisite for bachelorette parties in nashville, preferably without crutches, so i wasn’t able to go. i’m still processing the heartbreak.
cool story, right? this post is so woe is me. but seriously, aside from missing the bachelorette party (which was the absolute worst) it’s kind of comical. i had been bragging about how easy this pregnancy has been that sometimes i even forget i’m pregnant… yep, karma.
you guys are awesome. thank you for all the kind words about our new bambino to be. we’re so excited!
i’m due december 16th so we’ve got about five months to go. just enough time to get this house in working order - not to mention the nursery! it feels so nice to be settled into a place before the baby arrives. the nesting is in full force as you can well imagine!
i also can’t believe that i live in the suburbs and will soon have two kids and wasn’t it just yesterday that jason and i were staying out til 3am on a wednesday dancing the night away while taking way too many shots of jameson?
Living in the city for the past 8 years, I’ve accepted the fact that even if you share a common hallway or elevator, people just aren’t inclined to be that friendly. Our neighbors in our condo building barely spoke two words to us in the 4 years we lived 3 ft from their front door, and when they did it was only to lodge a complaint. It bummed me out but we accepted it, and hey at least we had privacy?
Less than a week of joining our new block, we’ve already met 5 different families - one who brought us a beautiful flower pot for our front porch and another who delivered champagne! The champagne was accompanied by a “block roster” with names and contact info for everyone on our street. I love it!
The 2nd day we were there, Annabelle was invited to play across the street on the neighbor’s swing set and outrageous treehouse complete with electricity. While she couldn’t fully appreciate how awesome it was, I was wholly impressed.
Is this normal or have we hit the neighborhood jackpot? I just can’t get over how nice everyone is!