She's like her sister, I guess. YAY! I've joked from the beginning that this one would be 2 weeks late too...I should've kept my fool mouth shut. I'm so ready to meet this little girl. I'm so ready to not be pregnant any more.
I'm not miserable, just impatient. My hip pain has mostly subsided. I don't have swollen ankles or feet or hands - still wearing my wedding rings, in fact. No carpal tunnel this time around, either. No hemorrhoids. I'd say these things all qualify as big deal pregnancy achievements.
I'm tired, though. And I'm anxious to move on to the next step - finding out what it's like to be a mom to two little girls. I want to see how Geneva is going to be as a big sister (I know she's going to be wonderful). Every night for the last week or so, I hope that I wake up to the tightening/cramping that indicates something's happening, but every night it's just my bladder that rouses me from sleep.
I'm too impatient for this waiting game. I shouldn't be in such a rush. I can't help it - it's just my nature.
Wish me luck that tonight's the night! Cross your fingers for a smooth, easy delivery and a healthy, strong little girl.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
27 weeks
We still have no idea what we're naming this little girl. "Geneva's Sister" has been vetoed. I don't like any of our other options. I feel like she has a really awesome name out there, we just haven't found it yet. What if we don't find it in time?
The butt pain has begun and it's no joke - there's a certain spot in the middle of my right butt cheek that just flat out hurts by the end of each day, sometimes when I wake up in the mornings, and pretty regularly in the middle of the day when I'm walking to the copier at work. Yoga helps, walking helps, and I'm sure if I'd get my ass to the pool that would REALLY help, but getting started on those activities is difficult, between the aching butt and the toddler who insists that I sit on the floor and play "moo" with her. (The Little People Farm - she calls it "moo". She's the cutest kid in the world; new baby has some seriously big shoes to fill.)
I hear that it's easy to love the second as much as you love the first, that it comes automatically and will shock and awe you just as much as the love for the first did. I know that the women who say these things probably aren't lying, but damn, I have a hard time fathoming it. Geneva is my favorite person in the whole world. (Don't tell Jimi - I think he's probably supposed to still be my favorite, but she's just so much cuter than him!) The love I have for that little girl is ridiculous in its depth and severity. I cannot imagine feeling the same way about another kid - I just can't imagine anyone ever being able to compare to her. And it scares me - what if new baby shows up and I don't love her as much as I love Geneva? What if she's not as sweet or cute or smart or fun? What if I don't feel the same for her, and what if I'm not able to fake it? Are these normal fears for a mom expecting her second child, or am I fucked up and destined to fuck up both of my kids because of my crazy?
It's funny how grown up relationships change when you become parents. Jimi is the love of my life, my rock, my best friend, but we're so different now than we were 2 years ago. We have to be - we are responsible for every aspect of keeping another human alive every day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, bathing, laundry, diapers, playing, teaching - everything. It's a lot, and it's exhausting, and by the time we're done with those duties at the end of each day, there's very little time and energy left for each other, let alone romance. We've nearly become roommates, but we still occasionally exchanging a kiss on our way to do the dishes or fold the laundry or make the dinner, and every now and then we manage to meet up in our bedroom to remind ourselves for a few moments of how we got here - and what life was like before we had so much responsibility and so little time. Despite the changes, which I imagine are pretty par for the course for most new parents, I still love this chapter in our lives, and I'm convinced now more than ever that Jimi is the person I'm meant to walk this road with. I couldn't ask for a more dedicated partner, and Geneva and She Who Has Not Been Named couldn't have a better man for a father. He loves his family so fiercely, and gives everything he has to keep us happy and safe and clean and fed. We have years ahead of us to be all disgusting and mooshy - may as well save it for when it'll gross out our kids. :)
The butt pain has begun and it's no joke - there's a certain spot in the middle of my right butt cheek that just flat out hurts by the end of each day, sometimes when I wake up in the mornings, and pretty regularly in the middle of the day when I'm walking to the copier at work. Yoga helps, walking helps, and I'm sure if I'd get my ass to the pool that would REALLY help, but getting started on those activities is difficult, between the aching butt and the toddler who insists that I sit on the floor and play "moo" with her. (The Little People Farm - she calls it "moo". She's the cutest kid in the world; new baby has some seriously big shoes to fill.)
I hear that it's easy to love the second as much as you love the first, that it comes automatically and will shock and awe you just as much as the love for the first did. I know that the women who say these things probably aren't lying, but damn, I have a hard time fathoming it. Geneva is my favorite person in the whole world. (Don't tell Jimi - I think he's probably supposed to still be my favorite, but she's just so much cuter than him!) The love I have for that little girl is ridiculous in its depth and severity. I cannot imagine feeling the same way about another kid - I just can't imagine anyone ever being able to compare to her. And it scares me - what if new baby shows up and I don't love her as much as I love Geneva? What if she's not as sweet or cute or smart or fun? What if I don't feel the same for her, and what if I'm not able to fake it? Are these normal fears for a mom expecting her second child, or am I fucked up and destined to fuck up both of my kids because of my crazy?
It's funny how grown up relationships change when you become parents. Jimi is the love of my life, my rock, my best friend, but we're so different now than we were 2 years ago. We have to be - we are responsible for every aspect of keeping another human alive every day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, bathing, laundry, diapers, playing, teaching - everything. It's a lot, and it's exhausting, and by the time we're done with those duties at the end of each day, there's very little time and energy left for each other, let alone romance. We've nearly become roommates, but we still occasionally exchanging a kiss on our way to do the dishes or fold the laundry or make the dinner, and every now and then we manage to meet up in our bedroom to remind ourselves for a few moments of how we got here - and what life was like before we had so much responsibility and so little time. Despite the changes, which I imagine are pretty par for the course for most new parents, I still love this chapter in our lives, and I'm convinced now more than ever that Jimi is the person I'm meant to walk this road with. I couldn't ask for a more dedicated partner, and Geneva and She Who Has Not Been Named couldn't have a better man for a father. He loves his family so fiercely, and gives everything he has to keep us happy and safe and clean and fed. We have years ahead of us to be all disgusting and mooshy - may as well save it for when it'll gross out our kids. :)
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
We're still kickin'...
Does this thing still work?
Longest blogging hiatus ever, I think. My bad. Life is busy.
Geneva is 16 months old. Walking, talking, an absolute joy to be around. Being her mom is the coolest thing ever. Baby number 2 is 24 weeks 3 days, still cooking and expected sometime in November. And she's another girl. :) YAY! No more new things to buy! We have no idea what we're going to call her - so far she's referred to as "this one" and "what's-her-name". Yeah, she won't have any issues at all, I'm sure.
Jimi's good. I'm good. Work is hard, but we're both still employed, so that's good.
I'd love to get back to blogging again, but I make no promises. Free time is in such short supply, and when I have it, these days I use it to nap or let my brain not think too hard as I browse Reddit.
I hope you're all well, if there's anyone out there still checking in from time to time. :) TTYL
Longest blogging hiatus ever, I think. My bad. Life is busy.
Geneva is 16 months old. Walking, talking, an absolute joy to be around. Being her mom is the coolest thing ever. Baby number 2 is 24 weeks 3 days, still cooking and expected sometime in November. And she's another girl. :) YAY! No more new things to buy! We have no idea what we're going to call her - so far she's referred to as "this one" and "what's-her-name". Yeah, she won't have any issues at all, I'm sure.
Jimi's good. I'm good. Work is hard, but we're both still employed, so that's good.
I'd love to get back to blogging again, but I make no promises. Free time is in such short supply, and when I have it, these days I use it to nap or let my brain not think too hard as I browse Reddit.
I hope you're all well, if there's anyone out there still checking in from time to time. :) TTYL
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Radio Silence
I guess blogging isn't my thing anymore. Time is so short, there are so many other things on my list, blogging never seems to rise to the top. Which is a shame, really, because there is so much happening every day, new things all the time, and I think constantly, "I'm going to regret not recording this" or "I'll wish one day i'd written about that".
I've done a terrible job keeping a record of Geneva's first year. I've recorded very few milestones for posterity.
And now I've gone weeks and weeks without announcing that I'm pregnant again. Well, except for that post that I deleted almost immediately, because I remembered the blog links to my twitter and I don't know who may see that shit, and I didn't intend to make any official announcement until I really knew what was going on. (I had no idea how far along I might have been - but I thought i'd been pregnant for way longer than I actually was.) So yeah. I'm 15 weeks today. Heard the heartbeat at my appointment this past Monday, galloping along at a healthy 160 beats per minute.
I'll try to blog again before it's time to announce the birth, okay? :)
I've done a terrible job keeping a record of Geneva's first year. I've recorded very few milestones for posterity.
And now I've gone weeks and weeks without announcing that I'm pregnant again. Well, except for that post that I deleted almost immediately, because I remembered the blog links to my twitter and I don't know who may see that shit, and I didn't intend to make any official announcement until I really knew what was going on. (I had no idea how far along I might have been - but I thought i'd been pregnant for way longer than I actually was.) So yeah. I'm 15 weeks today. Heard the heartbeat at my appointment this past Monday, galloping along at a healthy 160 beats per minute.
I'll try to blog again before it's time to announce the birth, okay? :)
Monday, March 3, 2014
The First Year
I waited for her for so long. Her middle name, which we've finally decided is pronounced "AyvLEEN" (Aibhilin), means "child who was longed for", and it is so fitting and true - she was longed for. She was worth the wait.
I can't believe how lucky we are, how lucky I am. That we would be so fortunate to have her as our daughter - our own little baby to love and adore - I can't imagine what we must have done in a previous life to deserve such a pleasure. We must be favorites of the one who assigns children.
She's a year old tomorrow. 12 glorious months, 365 days filled with so many smiles my face hurts daily. She's easy - she loves people, but she's fine with playing on her own, too. If she's fussy, something's amiss - she needs a new diaper or a nap or a boob. She eats nearly everything you put in front of her, and nursing is still going strong and has been a breeze (once we figured out what we were doing). Her favorite words are Mama and Dada and Duck, but she talks all the time; her sweet little voice is more beautiful than wind chimes. She's been walking for weeks and is nearly a pro; still lots of stumbles, but that could also be because of the 9 mo. clothes she's still able to wear - the footie pants don't have grippy feet. She still wakes once a night to nurse, but has gotten much better at not waking when I return her to her own bed. She's healthy and smart and so much fun.
I can't believe how fast it's gone by, this last year. If I think about it too much i'll start to bawl; she was so tiny just a moment ago, but I blinked, and now she's walking and talking and before I know it she'll be off to college and won't need me anymore unless she needs someone to co-sign for an apartment. I can't believe how much I've missed. So many hours at work missing her sweet smiles when she wakes from a nap, or watching her discover new things. She's still a baby, but she's becoming a little girl and it makes me so sad that I didn't enjoy those brief moments a little more, that I didn't soak them in better. But I don't know how I could have, honestly - they were gone before I knew they were fleeting. I told Jimi, "It's like she wakes up a little more every day." Like a flower blooming.
There is so much to motherhood that I didn't know was part of the package, so many day to day trivialities that you never consider when longing for a baby. I'll be honest, even though I'm scared to curse myself by sharing this thought: it's so much easier than I thought it would be. It's hard as hell, don't get me wrong, but I love her so much, I want to do everything for her, i'm happy to do everything for her, it's my privilege and my honor to do everything for her. Not that I don't get frustrated, because I do, but when it is all said and done, I'm so blessed to be in her orbit, and to be her mother - it's a prize greater than anything I could imagine. My job is easy because she is easy; I don't fool myself into believing my thoughts on this matter are typical or even that they would be the same or similar if we made Geneva a sibling (which is the main reason we plan for her to be an only child).
I kept her alive and happy for an entire year. Do you know how much sleep I could've gotten had I known last year i'd reach this point this year?
I can't believe how lucky we are, how lucky I am. That we would be so fortunate to have her as our daughter - our own little baby to love and adore - I can't imagine what we must have done in a previous life to deserve such a pleasure. We must be favorites of the one who assigns children.
She's a year old tomorrow. 12 glorious months, 365 days filled with so many smiles my face hurts daily. She's easy - she loves people, but she's fine with playing on her own, too. If she's fussy, something's amiss - she needs a new diaper or a nap or a boob. She eats nearly everything you put in front of her, and nursing is still going strong and has been a breeze (once we figured out what we were doing). Her favorite words are Mama and Dada and Duck, but she talks all the time; her sweet little voice is more beautiful than wind chimes. She's been walking for weeks and is nearly a pro; still lots of stumbles, but that could also be because of the 9 mo. clothes she's still able to wear - the footie pants don't have grippy feet. She still wakes once a night to nurse, but has gotten much better at not waking when I return her to her own bed. She's healthy and smart and so much fun.
I can't believe how fast it's gone by, this last year. If I think about it too much i'll start to bawl; she was so tiny just a moment ago, but I blinked, and now she's walking and talking and before I know it she'll be off to college and won't need me anymore unless she needs someone to co-sign for an apartment. I can't believe how much I've missed. So many hours at work missing her sweet smiles when she wakes from a nap, or watching her discover new things. She's still a baby, but she's becoming a little girl and it makes me so sad that I didn't enjoy those brief moments a little more, that I didn't soak them in better. But I don't know how I could have, honestly - they were gone before I knew they were fleeting. I told Jimi, "It's like she wakes up a little more every day." Like a flower blooming.
There is so much to motherhood that I didn't know was part of the package, so many day to day trivialities that you never consider when longing for a baby. I'll be honest, even though I'm scared to curse myself by sharing this thought: it's so much easier than I thought it would be. It's hard as hell, don't get me wrong, but I love her so much, I want to do everything for her, i'm happy to do everything for her, it's my privilege and my honor to do everything for her. Not that I don't get frustrated, because I do, but when it is all said and done, I'm so blessed to be in her orbit, and to be her mother - it's a prize greater than anything I could imagine. My job is easy because she is easy; I don't fool myself into believing my thoughts on this matter are typical or even that they would be the same or similar if we made Geneva a sibling (which is the main reason we plan for her to be an only child).
I kept her alive and happy for an entire year. Do you know how much sleep I could've gotten had I known last year i'd reach this point this year?
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