Baking Underway

I think I  confused some people with my last written guest post.  Those who know me thought, is she really saying she’s not going to have any more children?? And the reason you were confused is because that’s not what I meant.  I meant that we are about to try to have another baby and there’s some doubt and anxiety that comes along with the second babe.  I also meant that if for some reason we were unable to have another baby life would still be okay.

However, in related news, there is a 13 week old, peach-sized (that’s what the baby news email says anyway), little bun in this oven!  This time, when we heard the heartbeat at Back Cove Midwives I got to share the excitement with Husband and Big Brother, Liam.  Of course he had no freaking clue what was going on and he had been waiting “patiently” enough through the first part of the appointment, so by the time the doppler came out he only paused in his wiggling struggle long enough to look concerned about what they were doing to mommy.

I also trick Liam into kissing “the baby in the belly.”  He doesn’t have any real connection to what I’m saying except that he likes to say the word baby and he likes to give kisses.  Which then turn into really loud, aggressive raspberries that are probably scaring the amniotic fluid out of BB2.

I have been nauseous.  I have been exhausted.  But I don’t know if this pregnancy’s symptoms have been a tad more mild or if I don’t have time to wallow in it because I’m too busy working full-time and chasing a 17 month old.  Oh yes, and taking a college course required for my new job’s certification.

While pregnant with Liam it was all about me being pregnant.  I felt this and I felt that.  Now it’s Liam needs to go to a playground and run around before dinner.  Liam needs to be fed.  Liam’s up at 5:30 am on a Sunday.  Liam, be careful climbing on mommy, you don’t want to kick the baby!

I can’t wait until I can feel the baby.  That’s the absolute best part of pregnancy.  I wonder what Liam will think when he feels the baby and sees my belly grow.  Speaking of which, the belly is pretty evident to me already.  I can’t wear my regular pants anymore, but the maternity clothes are too baggy.  It’s an awkward amount of prenancy going on right now.  And I notice this time that at this stage in the pregnancy it’s more bloat.  While pregnant with Liam my belly popped pretty early but it was firm and the size didn’t really vary throughout the day.  Now, when I wake up it’s a small belly and my lower abdomen, where the muscles didn’t fuse all the way back together, is a little more squishy than before.  BUT, throughout the day my belly grows.  It’s like a freaking chia pet or something.  When I go to work in the morning I could probably button regular work pants.  By the time I leave work at 3 pm I look pregnant and can’t have anything buttoned.  By the time I go to bed I think I look 5 months pregnant.

Here’s a picture of my belly, before bed, at about…10-11 weeks.

So, here we come, out of 1st trimester hiding.  We’ve heard the heartbeat, it’s hard to ignore the bump, and 2/3 of this family are genuinely excited.  The other 1/3 likes to give kisses which is positive enough for now.