I am less than two months away from baby D 2.0's official due date. TWO MONTHS! I've skipped the blogging (mainly because when Buggy goes to bed, I've been watching way too much The Walking Dead-- not a show for pregnant people, but if Daddy's addicted, then I am too!).
Just to recap, as with big sister, I developed gestational diabetes with baby D 2.0. This time, however, my levels were harder to control because I was never hungry enough to eat. So when I did eat, my sugar would skyrocket. Unlike with my pregnancy with big sister, finding something that wouldn't make me feel nauseous was really tough and I'm suffering from some very low iron levels. I had my appointment with my perinatal specialist and things look on point and according to the doctor, "spectacular!" I've gained a total of 3.5lbs and the baby is weighing in at just slightly under 3.5lbs. The baby is growing at a very average rate (not too big, thankfully). Because the baby is growing and I'm not, it feels as though he is already stretched to capacity inside of me. He's ALWAYS moving, stretching, kicking, and bouncing his bottom up and down to the beat of whatever music may be playing at the moment. He's officially forced me into a leaning back position in a chair and/or laying on the couch, flat on my back. God forbid I should lean to the side. If he moves at all in a direction he didn't choose for himself, he doesn't hesitate to let me know through a thousand and one kicks, until I move back to a position he is comfortable with. I have a feeling baby D 2.0 may be as outspoken as his big sister. He'll definitely be able to hold his own and I'm thankful for that!
Big sister is growing more attached to baby each day. She incessantly turns to kiss my tummy to let baby know she's there for him and tells him stories of all the ways she will help when he's born, and all the ways she'll teach him to clean (wishful thinking on her part). Big sister's world is about to be rocked with a moving, messy baby who won't know how to follow directions for awhile. I imagine this baby will unknowingly teach Buggy more about patience, compassion, and love than either Daddy or I could ever do. I couldn't imagine my world without my three siblings and I'm looking forward to witnessing the bond that'll occur between baby and Bug.
Two months. That's two months to take in the last moments of Buggy being an only child. Two months of prepping the kids' room, and two months of waiting in anticipation for baby to arrive. As anxious as we are for sleepless nights, we're also the most excited we've ever been, and I'm so thankful that we get to share the excitement with big sister Bug. This pregnancy has flown by and I almost feel guilty for not being able to take it in as much as I did with my pregnancy with Buggy. We have been so busy with new jobs and all of the commitments that come with church and school during Buggy's first year in Transitional Kindergarten, sometimes I feel as though there's never a moment to breathe.
[::Stop to catch breath::]
So here it is-- my moment to breathe and to take it in. Despite how busy we've been, baby has been a part of it all. Clearly by default, he's been actively engaged in the songs we sing at church, the family dancing in the middle of the living room, the story times, and the endless conversations with big sister. I think about all these moments and it makes me beyond excited that in less than two months, baby will be able to participate in all the things we do together as a family. In two months he will feel all the love from our friends and family who prayed for him as much as we did. Two more months until he feels the love his parents and sister had for him even before we knew of him - when Mommy and Daddy prayed for him, tears in our eyes, putting all our hopes in those prayers and all our trust in God and when his big sister prayed for him during her "girl time" with Mama Mary, hoping she'd be "ready" to be a big sister, thinking she was the reason she wasn't one yet. Two more months until all our prayers come to fruition. Two more months until another little miracle.
[::Stop to catch breath::]
So here it is-- my moment to breathe and to take it in. Despite how busy we've been, baby has been a part of it all. Clearly by default, he's been actively engaged in the songs we sing at church, the family dancing in the middle of the living room, the story times, and the endless conversations with big sister. I think about all these moments and it makes me beyond excited that in less than two months, baby will be able to participate in all the things we do together as a family. In two months he will feel all the love from our friends and family who prayed for him as much as we did. Two more months until he feels the love his parents and sister had for him even before we knew of him - when Mommy and Daddy prayed for him, tears in our eyes, putting all our hopes in those prayers and all our trust in God and when his big sister prayed for him during her "girl time" with Mama Mary, hoping she'd be "ready" to be a big sister, thinking she was the reason she wasn't one yet. Two more months until all our prayers come to fruition. Two more months until another little miracle.
WE. CAN'T. WAIT.
God Bless,
Kat
Great blog honey!!
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