here we go again.
When you go to your lady doctor thinking you have a fibroid, but it turns out to be a baby...
Well, alright then...
Baby #2 will be joining our crazy family sometime late June. I'd tell you the due date, but we all know those are a joke. Late June...yep, that's right. No time off of school. Clearly this was not planned.
It sure is different the second time around, or at least it has been so far. This poor little nuggets baby book is still blank. I forget I am even pregnant until I am reminded that I can't get college wasted at the Garth Brooks concert. :( Also, my pants still fit...because I never got out of my postpartum fat pants. (now doubled as my first trimester maternity pants) .winning.
If you're wondering what the sex is, we don't know, and we won't until it is here. Somewhere in my twisted brain I think finding out the day of will keep my mind off of dying from childbirth. We shall see how that goes this round...Xanax anyone? Speaking of Xanax...if anyone has any experience with placenta encapsulation...let me know. this mama needs all the help she can get.
If you know me, you know I love being pregnant. I am stupidly counting down the days until I can feel this little squish kicking. I can continue no shave November right on through until I get my medical Brazilian from the nurses. But something sure does feel different. I hold on to Lou a little tighter now. I hold her hand the whole car ride to school. I rock her a little longer before she goes to sleep.
I truly don't know how my heart has room to fit the love for another kid. But somehow...God has it all figured out. and until then...I am going to spoil big sister until the cows come home.