The last few weeks I have felt so great. I typically forget that I am pregnant until I try to lay down on my stomach or feel the baby move every so often (usually right when I lay down to go to sleep or in the middle of the night). In the beginning, I felt so big. Now I don't feel that big. I am wearing maternity jeans and mostly maternity shirts, but I don't feel huge like I did in August and September.
It is so great to be back to full energy and to feel like getting stuff crossed off my list. We haven't really done too much to prepare for Baby, but I am trying to get caught up on everything I didn't do during August and September as well as prepare for the holidays.
17 week 4 days - headed out for a run / walk - I thought about editing this photo for you, but my old online editing program is no longer free. |
We had a doctor's appointment to kick off week 18 of pregnancy. My doctor had a medical student with him (who looked so young!) and he tried to find the heartbeat of the baby. He did, but it was hard to hear. Our regular sitter (read: Samuel's third grandma who
Samuel turned 18 months old the same day I was 18 weeks pregnant (how fun is that!?!) We celebrated with coffee (decaf) and ice cream.
I wanted to get a picture of Samuel and my belly to show our 18 month old boy and our 18 week boy, but this is what I got instead. Samuel eating his ice cream and not cooperating for pictures. |
18 weeks 4 days |
In some ways this pregnancy feels so similar to Samuel's. I chuckled when I went back and read how obsessed I was with jogging strollers during this same time during Samuel's pregnancy and how I am so ready (again) for some kicks and jabs (I don't feel much now, it is more like Baby squirming.)
But in other ways it feels so different. I know that I can survive a clingy, not-a-good sleeper infant. I know I can keep a kid alive for at least 18 months. We deliberated for like a week on what to call Samuel in utero (we called him Sprout - I think I wanted Nugget or Peanut and Ian did not want any food references). This go around it is just "the baby" and we did not even discuss if we would come up with a nickname.
I weighed myself just about everyday of Samuel's pregnancy (I also showered just about everyday of his pregnancy too). I am not nearly as exhausted or trying to relearn Calc 3 this go around. I was really nervous and anxious during Samuel's pregnancy - there were a lot of big life questions that still had question marks (where would we live? would Ian be able to find a job? would I be able to stay home? what do you do with a baby alll day? etc.) I think I will have some anxiety as March approaches about if the baby will be a good sleeper, but our life is a lot more settled this go around (thankfully). In some ways I am trying to "enjoy" this pregnancy more than last time, but I am also really focused on enjoying Samuel too.
I have been praying, "Lord shape my heart (or our hearts) to look like Yours" often these last few months. God is good to show us where we fall short and that through Jesus our hearts can continue to grow and be molded to be more like His.
I weighed myself just about everyday of Samuel's pregnancy (I also showered just about everyday of his pregnancy too). I am not nearly as exhausted or trying to relearn Calc 3 this go around. I was really nervous and anxious during Samuel's pregnancy - there were a lot of big life questions that still had question marks (where would we live? would Ian be able to find a job? would I be able to stay home? what do you do with a baby alll day? etc.) I think I will have some anxiety as March approaches about if the baby will be a good sleeper, but our life is a lot more settled this go around (thankfully). In some ways I am trying to "enjoy" this pregnancy more than last time, but I am also really focused on enjoying Samuel too.
I have been praying, "Lord shape my heart (or our hearts) to look like Yours" often these last few months. God is good to show us where we fall short and that through Jesus our hearts can continue to grow and be molded to be more like His.
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