Dreams

Being pregnant is such a dreamy time. You dream of the little person inside of you. Is there a boy in there, or a girl? What will he or she look like? Will she be calm, easygoing, someone who goes with the flow? Or more will he be demanding, someone who needs your attention and needs it now? Will he be like his siblings? Or the total opposite? What traits of mine will this little person have? What traits from my husband?  

Photo credit: Sara Eden Photography

    Every morning, when I wake up, the first thing I see is this gorgeous wedding picture of Jon and I. It hangs on the wall of our bedroom. It's a simple pose and picture, one that most brides and grooms probably have. In it, we're looking straight at the camera, smiling. It's a full body shot but it's relatively close up, so you can see my dress in all it's glory. We got married in the fall, so in the background there are brightly colored leaves on the trees and you can tell the sun is about to set, off somewhere in the distance.    Over the years I've grown to love this picture even more that I originally did, but not for the reasons you might think. Yes, we look wonderful in it, but that's to be expected. It was a perfect day: we were so happy, in love, and we were dressed and made up to nines.   But now I look at that picture and I see two people who had no idea, on that day, how much love and life was ahead of them. The girl in that picture couldn't have dreamed that, less than five years later, she'd be here. Here in her dream house, with the amazing husband, a two and a half year old angel of a daughter and another on the way. Here is so much better than anything I could have dreamed up.    And this baby inside me is the same thing. I know he or she is more--more adorable, more loveable, just more -- than anything I could possibly dream.  

How We Found Out

I wrote this post on Saturday, February 16, 2013.

 

We just found out that I'm pregnant and we are so so excited.    We'd been trying so it wasn't a total surprise like Gia was, but it's still so exciting. In fact, this time around is such a different feeling, it's really incredible.
When I found out I was pregnant with Gia, it was a shock. A very happy shock, but nonetheless, Jon and I weren't trying and we were so so surprised. We were both nervous. One of us may have asked to go to the gym upon hearing the news.    So this time has been a whole new experience. Although it took a few months longer than I thought it would, we still got pregnant relatively quickly. And it was well under the "it takes a healthy couple up to a year" time frame that's so popular with the trying to conceive crowd.   On February 15th, Jon was up and getting ready to work and I knew that it was early, but that I could probably take a pregnancy test. I used a cheapie test because I wasn't too hopeful. (There's a brand called Wondfo you can buy on Amazon. For $20 you get 50 ovulation tests and 20 pregnancy tests. Usually 1 pregnancy test is around $15 alone.)   I took the test and hopped in the shower, certain I'd only be seeing one line.    Five minutes later I stuck my head out of the shower to peek at the test and I thought I could see a shadow of a line. I never finished a shower so quickly before!   Upon closer inspection, there was definitely a very very faint line.  Jon was downstairs giving Gia breakfast and I called him up to the bathroom.   "I think I'm pregnant!" "Really?"  big smile "Yup! Look at this test." I shoved the test in his face. "Do you see that right there? That line?" "Yeah I see it. It's light but I see it!"   We were cautiously excited all day. At dinner we discussed the fact that I was, quite possibly, pregnant. We asked Gia if she wanted a brother or sister and she said "Brother!" with the biggest smile on her face. And then we asked what we should name him and she said, "Bobby!" in this goofy voice. Jon and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was a perfect moment.   The next morning  I woke up and took another test, this one a regular one I picked up at the food store. Within the 3 minute time frame there was a 2nd line, this one much clearer and more noticeable than yesterday's.    I said to Jon, "Looks like I'm pregnant".  He gave me a kiss. "Much better reaction than last time, right?" he asked.   Yes. Yes, indeed!

I can't wait to do this all over again!

 

Oh, Baby!

I know I've said it a bunch of times these past few months: I haven't been blogging as much as I'd like.     Well, here's the real reason:  

    I've been busy baking a little bun in my oven! Gia is going to be a big sister!
The past few months have been really, really rough. I was nauseous all.the.time and it's much harder being pregnant when you have an active 2.5 year old to chase around. But, I'm 12 weeks today and I'm hoping the yuckiness is on it's way out.    So even though I wasn't posting much, I have been diligently blogging about this pregnancy these past few months and I have so many posts about our journey to baby #2. I can't wait to share them with you!