No Walk in the Park

I'm back!

Probably not for good, or consistently, but it's a start.

I'm not even sure what to cover because there are SO MANY things. Pregnancy brain leads me to not even remember if I finished my wedding recap, so if I didn't, you are SOL because I'm moving on.

I think that obviously, it can now be noted, mostly so that it's on record for the blog, that I'm pregnant! 6 months.

Pregnancy: the only time I take selfies

I have a lot of observations about my current pregnancy so let's get started...

Dave and I are not finding out the sex. However, that being said, I'm like 95% certain it's a boy. The reason being that this pregnancy is essentially identical to Harrison's. The morning sickness, weight gain (so far), cravings, etc. Sometimes I envision myself on the operating table (oh yeah, that's another point of interest- we're opting for a scheduled c-section since Harrison's birth was such a damn disaster. I mean, other than the fact that him and I made it out alive and healthy) and try to predict what my reaction will be when I learn that we've birthed a second male child. All I can really envision is tears. And lots of them. I'll be drugged up, overtired, and yes, just had a living person taken out of a hole in my abdomen, so.... TEARS. Happy, emotionally-charged, delirious tears.

Then I try to picture what my reaction will be if they say it's a girl, and I'm hoping it's something along the lines of screaming "BOO YA" in Dave's face.

Another observation about pregnancy 2.0 is that it's no walk in the park with the toddler running my life. During my first trimester, I was often so tired and/or sick, I could barely get off the couch, so thank GOD for my husband taking full-time dad status. However, when you're already a hot mess of hormones, overtired and malnourished because you've been puking for weeks straight, and generally just a zombie, the guilt that I wasn't able to be there for my son was the worst part. I would just cry at night sometimes because I had felt like a bad mom that day if I couldn't get off the couch to go help with his bath. LOL pregnancy hormones will really get you!

Reading in a barn, naked... bad mom or good mom?

My second trimester has been a HUGE turnaround, and I actually have energy to chase that little Buzz Lightyear around, so that's the biggest improvement.

Too infinity... and beyond?

I also can perform other human tasks that I wasn't able to accomplish much of my first trimester, like laundry and cooking. Cooking is merely making cheesy eggs 3 nights in a row, but I'm counting it. What the child wants, the child gets. It's a good thing I got pregnant when I did, because my second (and best) trimester coincided with Dave's tax season. Tax season renders me husband-less, so I am grateful to the Gods of Fate that if I had to be acting, for all intents and purposes, like a single-mom of a toddler while pregnant and working full time, I was able to do so during the glory trimester.

I know the pregnancy is huge news, but I can't help but get way more excited and emotional (duh...I am pregnant) to share that Harrison is done with speech therapy! From the countless times I would write on this blog that I was so frustrated, concerned, anxious, etc about his speech delay, I'm just amazed how far he's grown and that he's already caught up! I was trying to write his Speech Therapist a thank you card and there were literally tears raining onto my kitchen counter over the emotions and gratitude I have for her helping him. OMG PREGNANCY WHY- because tearing up now. It's improved everyone's quality of life so much.. he's less frustrated now that he can actually communicate, and Dave and I CRACK UP at most of the stuff that comes out of his mouth. Here's a sampling:

-Tells us he's going to blow the baby away
-Says he's going to put the baby in time out
-Contrary to the above two statements, says he's going to be "so happy" to play with his baby "sister" (at least he's convinced it's a girl).

My ultimate favorite is him just whipping out "I wuv you mommy". Can't even TELL you how long I waited to hear that... Ok, yes I can, like 26 months.

Wuv you too Harrison 

I've heard that the transition from one child to two is INTENSE and I am bugging the eff out about it. Mostly because Harrison is the ULTIMATE mommy's boy, and he will NOT being having it. I could go on and on about all the reasons I'm terrified, but that's boring. I basically just wanted to say that maybe, just maybe, I'll be a little more motivated to blog for the next 3.5 months, knowing that with two children, all hell will break loose and blogging will DIE.

Hope to talk to you soon!