*things currently making me very, very happy*
+ Cozy days in with my boy (especially when it’s 9 degrees outside..).
+ New growth! Spring is just around the corner and this mama can’t wait.
+ Family portraits. I still can’t believe we will soon be a family of four!
+ My morning, noon, and night luxury. My belly just feels so good after slathering these on.
+ NAPS. Sweet, sweet naps.
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015.”
Lucas: My dancing king. This Fall we plan to enroll you in dance class and I for one CAN’T WAIT!
Bebe: 18 weeks, little one. As big as sweet potato and growing strong in mamas belly.
My little love. My first born and my sweet, vivacious boy. Since finding out we are expecting I have found myself relishing and taking in all that is still baby-esque about you. Your cheeks that are still so squishy. The way you still love to be cuddled when your tired. Your squeaky little voice and the way you say “mama”. Your booboos and ouchies that still need my kisses in order to feel better.
After bed time and long after you are snoring I tip toe into your room and stare at you for a bit. I just can’t believe you are mine. These quiet moments after a long day of Legos and turtles fill me with so much love and bittersweet feelings. I have felt guilt for you no longer being our baby and bringing another being in this world who will need me and your daddy’s love and attention. Then I snap back into reality and realize just how lucky we are – how luck you are. You my love are going to be the best big brother. Really, you are! Being an only child myself I have always wondered what it would be like to have a constant companion. One to fight with, invade my space, yet still be the one I want to share all my secrets with and would protect with my life. Instead of feeling guilty I now daydream of the two of you together. Sharing, loving, and embracing sibling hood.
I recently bought you this book and while you have shown little interest (!!) in choosing it for story time we are working on slowly but surely getting you used to the idea of a new little being coming into our home. Sometimes I ask you if you’d like to feel the baby in my tummy and you answer with a nonchalant “No thanks, mama. Maybe later.” Like I said. Slowly but surely. You do however love to remind me how big my tummy is growing. “Wow. Your belly is big!” I’ll take what I can get kid. Come August I’m certain I will have the cutest duo in the world on my hands. Am I a lucky mama or what?
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015.”
Lucas: You’ve been sick for 3 days and are such a trooper. In between the snot and watery eyes, you have maintained your spunk and energy (don’t ask me how!).
Bebe: Tomorrow I get to hear your heartbeat. You are 17 weeks and the size of a turnip!
It’s absurdly cold here in NYC. I’m talking ten degrees but it really feels like zero kind of cold. We’ve been spending a lot of time cooped up in the house and if I’m being honest we are a bit stir crazy (aka losing our dang minds). I’ve spent many a nap time dreaming of when I can keep the windows open, take Lucas to the park, and rock my bump in a dress sans jacket (and gloves..and scarf..and beanie..). That being said, some days our cooped up mornings feel like perfection. Lucas is entertained by his Ninja Turtles and puzzles and I can sip my tea on the couch – feet propped up – in blissful peace. The sun shines through the windows and it almost feels like if you headed out you would be greeted by spring time warmth. Until then, we will be here, cuddled up and waiting.
In case it wasn’t clear by the recent posts featuring my expanding waist line – we are expecting baby #2! I really should have written this post weeks ago but I’m going to go ahead and blame my pregnancy brain here.
I’m 17 weeks today and I’m finally starting to feel a bit like myself again. The first trimester was a doozy. Nothing like my pregnancy with Lucas (in which I was the girl who was glowing, feeling top notch, and had energy to burn). A few highlights from my first trimester:
+ crying for hours over the state of our bathroom (we are in the midst of renovating said bathroom) and scaring the bejeezus out of Ivan who I think seriously questioned my mental stability in that moment.
+ morning sickness. afternoon sickness. evening sickness.
+ cringing/crying at the thought of brushing my teeth. see above.
+ saying hello to blemishes and blotchy/red skin.
+ exhaustion from the miracle of life going on in my body AND taking care of my high energy toddler.
+ being an emotional seesaw – highs were HIGH, lows were LOW.
That being said, we are over the moon for our little bebe coming in August! A few weeks into my second trimester and I’m finally getting into the swing of things. When I think of holding a squishy, beautiful newborn in just a few months it’s enough to make my heart skip a beat and feel all of of the love struck feelings that be. Sometimes I catch a glance at my growing belly in the mirror and I still can’t believe it – we’re having a baby!
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2015.”
Lucas: You’ve requested that we now call you “Mikey”. Daddy is “Raph”.
Bebe: 16 weeks. Late at night as I’m sipping my tea I swear I can feel your little flutters and in those moments I close my eyes and picture your sweet face and your soft, baby skin.
