Sit back and relax folks, and I'll tell ye the tale of the second time I had a baby.
Hello, due date. I can tell you with the utmost certainty that the waiting is a lot harder the second time around.
Full term. Hospital bag is packed. Bring it on.
So far, riding out week 34-35 has been akin crawling toward a gaping maw filled with heartburn, hip pain, a hundred trips to the bathroom to void a thimble-worth of pee, hemorrhoids, and irritability.
Christmas has come and gone, and I finally feel like I can devote time to normal life again, which is to say that all of the gifts have been exchanged, the cookies have been baked, and the parties have been attended, so I don't feel guilty about sitting down and writing.
I hate to admit it, but I forget that I'm 23 weeks pregnant.
It's been nearly a year and a half since I had Caroline and I continue to be glad that I wrote about what I was experiencing during pregnancy #1, so I'm going to do it again and then go back and compare irrational and hormonal anecdotes and have myself a chuckle.
I was just searching through our photo archives and found this gem. I'm not sure how this didn't make it into my L&D post and for that I sincerely apologize. Mea culpa dear readers, for this awesomeness should never have been kept from you. Henceforth, it shall be preserved for all times. You're welcome.
Well friends, it's been over a week since TJ and I welcomed our daughter into the world. To say time has flown would be a gross understatement, but it's the best I can muster right now.
Got some time on my hands these days and I realized I never posted pictures of the baby's room now that it's furnished and organized.