My kids will be 4 and 3 years old, respectively, when the baby arrives in May, of course assuming this baby doesn’t come early. While the baby stage feels like an eternity ago in a lot of ways, I can still remember so many moments of that 0-1 year of each boy that were the essence of newborn and infant life.
Spit up, teething, first foods, wearing the baby in a wrap, watching them sleep, first words, adorable outfits, first steps, and so much more.
David was only 6 months old when I shared the news that I was expecting Luke. He was then 14 months old when we brought newborn Luke home from the hospital. The first few weeks were blissful and lovely. Then colic struck and it was a hard few months. In general I would say that entire first year was a blur, but despite the challenge I would do it again in a heartbeat. I love, LOVE having these boys so close together. Love. It.
I’m looking forward to the newborn smell and the little noises the baby makes while he or she eats. I’m looking forward to wearing the baby again and when he or she is big enough, putting him or her in a carrier on my back. Life was still slow when Luke came because David was still napping 2 times a day, but this time it will be significantly different.
I’m truly happy that we have a pool in the backyard (and I can’t always say that because the pool also contributes greatly to my stress level due to the dangers that it can present) because I think we will live in it next summer. We practically lived it in last summer, and it’s the perfect thing to do with two active boys in sweltering 100 degree heat.
I don’t know what life will look like, and I imagine juggling work and motherhood will continue to be an uphill battle, but I can truly say I’m looking forward to nursing again, and having a sweet little baby to care for.
When Justin and I talk about what we guess the baby will be, neither of us can imagine a girl. It’s funny, I thought I would feel hopeful that this baby would be a girl, but I can honestly say I don’t feel a leaning one way or the other. The idea of a girl sounds so foreign yet fun, and another boy would be so fun as well!
We had the anatomy ultrasound earlier this week but choose to NOT find out the sex of the baby. I was really wresting with the decision, and even in the ultrasound room while the tech was checking everything out, I said to her, “OKAY I don’t want to know, but I kind of really want to know, but DO NOT tell me, but I’m so curious. . .” Poor thing did not know what to do, but she kept her lips sealed! Justin and I looked away while she was looking at the bladder just in case anything obvious popped up on the screen.
Beyond learning the sex, we were deeply thankful to learn everything looks healthy and normal with the baby. That is such a gift. I’m feeling the kicks more and more, and now I cannot WAIT until May to meet my son or daughter!
p.s. Check out my other post detailing a few pregnancy notes + thoughts!