As the title suggests, we are deep in the woods of north Florida for said holiday. It was nice to see our family and share a delicious meal. I hope your holidays were well, now it’s time to get back to the family before our flight back north.
When I was pregnant with Henry, I felt pretty great. The first trimester definitely had its fatigue and its nausea but nothing to really write home about. Balancing work and life seemed normal, in fact everything about pregnancy was easy and I felt very fortunate and blessed to be feeling so good with my first baby growing. Body pillows were not invested in, nor did I struggle with food aversions or sensitivities. I sat on my high-preggo horse and gleefully thought, “this is great!” and “What is there to complain about?” My labor and delivery went well, and Henry was a calm, easy-going newborn (and he still is as a toddler). Facing a second pregnancy was easy. Having not had any challenges, why wouldn’t I embrace pregnancy number 2? I exercised throughout my first pregnancy and felt energetic until the very end. The hardest part had been waiting for my late baby to emerge but even that was fairly tolerable considering I wasn’t 100% excited to actually go through the process of giving birth. My “trick” pregnancy convinced me that my body was built for birthing babies and I naively headed into pregnancy two with no care or concerns.
Now…..I am down a bit of a rabbit hole.
As soon as I became pregnant, my energy was sucked out of my sails. I have not lifted a weight in who knows how long and my bedtime is promptly at 8PM. Now I cannot get too dramatic and say this is the complete opposite of Henry’s pregnancy but it is definitely different. I have funny food aversions that spring up out of nowhere on me once I smell the food. Discomfort is also a new beast to confront. Somehow at 17 weeks pregnant I have incredible sciatica pain that shoots down my leg. Perhaps I need to motivate myself for some pre-natal yoga or perhaps I can convince David to splurge on a little spa day for me to get a pre-natal massage. I have gained weight faster and crave odd things: pickles all the time, mayo (just by itself, who am I?), cucumbers with Caesar salad dressing, Sriracha sauce on everything, and as many cheddar bunnies as I can cram into my mouth! This pregnancy also has been monitored more closely by my ob because I am having a thyroid issue and my red blood count is low. So if Henry’s easy pregnancy = an easy baby….does this more intense fatigue, and physically draining pregnancy = a more intense (perhaps even colicky) baby?
We have a long way to find out, but I am hoping to have the energy to force myself out of this rabbit hole of woeful fatigue and discomfort and tackle a little more self-care around exercise that could maybe…just maybe get me feeling a little better. Of course, despite all of this and perhaps even because of it, I need to remember that this is temporary, this is beautiful, and this is my last little baby so even if he/she is sitting on my sciatic nerve, I will miss being pregnant in April.
April is going to be an exciting month! David, Henry, and I will be adding one more family member to our inner circle.
I am so excited to be pregnant again. I missed my baby bump and feeling my baby growing and moving. Perhaps that is weird to say out loud but there was something so beautiful in having this bond with my little baby that no one else could have yet. He was with me wherever I went and it was comforting knowing that he and I were “in it” together. This time around I am less nervous about the actual birth day but still nervous about eating well, resting enough, and being present for Henry and David! With baby 1, you can kick up those feet and rest after work…not so much with baby 2.
But I am trying not to get ahead of myself with worrying about life with two babies. Obviously we will just have to figure out our new routine when the time comes. Instead I want to savor this pregnancy, the moments with this little baby that are just my own and also the the fleeting “only child” status that Henry currently enjoys. Henry made David and me parents and this little one will complete our family. And all of this is so exciting!!
He did it!
David signed up for a 5k hero themed race with his new co-workers. I was not totally sure why at first. When I trained for my 5k in September, he was entirely disinterested in jogging along. Then…he signs up for one!
He was not the most dedicated trainee. But gadgets and sheer determination pushed him to that starting line. And as sappy as I am, I teared up when he hit that pavement, waved, and trotted by. He was off and I was proud of him. And then like the flash, he was finished in 27 minutes. Not too shabby!
It was cold….really cold. But the crisp air and the Fall colors were a tremendous backdrop for some family photos this past weekend. Our friend, Lyndsay from Red Wagon Images hosted a mini-session for our little “Mama Tribe.”
What is a Mama Tribe?
According to my students it would be defined as your squad, your people. These mamas keep me company on this long journey of motherhood. From sharing the best and worst moments to laughing at first mom mishaps, these ladies make sure I don’t take myself too seriously and that I enjoy the everyday moments with my growing family. They keep me sane, laughing, curious, excited, and supported. From sunrise to sunset and all through the night, I know there is a mommy in our group that I can turn to. Because when you are all up in the middle of the night nursing a baby or watching a monitor to see if maybe, just maybe, the little one will fall back to sleep, you get really close to one another!
Lyndsay met us all at Callahan State Park and the cold could not keep us from smiling and hugging close to our loved ones as Lyndsay captured some of my absolute favorite photos ever! Spoiler alert….one of these will be our Christmas card.
I have been a delinquent blogger. The start of the school year hit me harder than I anticipated. It took almost two months to feel like a “pattern” set in and perhaps this is a result of not yet having a full five day week! Isn’t that crazy? But not until the week of October 26 will I have a full five day week. So each shortened week flies by in a blur of activity, grading, lesson planning, adapting, adjusting, life, family, life, and life! How is it that the start of year seven could feel as uncomfortable as the start of year one?! Teaching is a humbling profession. Somehow though I finally feel a little less frantic and settled and will return to updating this here ole blog more regularly!
So what have we been up to?