waking up friday morning to the reality of being 12 weeks pregnant was, umm…awesome. and by awesome, i mean good writtens to my nausea and fatigue. you will not be missed.
i’ll take my energy back with a slice of cheese pizza. and…i’ll take that to-go.
in the meantime, grow baby grow. i am already daydreaming about having you swaddled tightly in one of those receiving blankets from the hospital. i can’t wait for my first whiff of your precious baby’s breath. i want to hear your newborn cry and see you try to make your eyes lock with mine for the first time. you, my sweet child, make me smile at your very thought.
are you going to be a little brother, or a little sister? i will definitely find out. those people who wait until the baby is born amaze me. how? how on earth do they have such will power?
this week had it’s good parts but there were so many parts that were anything but good. it definitely felt like the last mile of my half-marathon last february. i hit my thirteenth mile and yes, even though i already had a steady 12 miles under my shoes…i didn’t think i would ever reach the finish line. this was my final week and there were those thoughts of “what if my energy doesn’t make a come back?”, “what if i stay nauseated for the whole pregnancy?”. but, i made it. just like i hit that finish line back in feburary with the same thoughts dancing around in my head. “what if i don’t finish?”, “what if i collapse?”.
ahhh, sweet victory.
even though my energy and nausea haven’t made a full come back, i am seeing some progress. my exhaustion is bearable instead of painful. and the nausea is only after dinner instead of all day. for that, i am THANKful.
a bright, and cheerful weekend re-cap is so necessary because i must remember the good times that we had instead of the tough ones. i have certainly seen the fruits of letting things slide when i should have been consistent. wayyyyy more consistent. i have managed to give myself grace, which is huge for me because i tend to beat myself up when things aren’t perfect (i know, character flaw)-especially when it’s something that i had control over. and i feel like i do have control over my little people. so when they aren’t being very good listeners, i can almost always guarantee that there is a lack of discipline and consistency on my part. always.
it’s on, my sweet little people. i’m taking back my reigns that were whisked away by that rotten first trimester. children thrive on boundaries and discipline. it’s equally as important as them having fun and feeling confident.
speaking of having fun…
sometimes i let my littles do things that other parents probably wouldn’t allow…nor should they. i guess it’s the kid that dwells deep in my bones, or the fact that i want little memories imprinted in their little noggins.
nathan got out of the car and said, “can i please climb on top of the car for just a second?”. i quickly reply without a second thought “why not?!!?”. it was worth it all the more when he gets on the roof and screams “i’m king of the world!!”.
yes he is.
i was hoping to make nap time extra fun for nathan on friday. why? because i was 12 weeks pregnant and everything had to be done extra fabulous that day. since he doesn’t actually sleep anymore, i decided to have him rest in his football shaped tent…on the bed.
we all took turns tracing each other’s bodies.
we did make a come back on sunday though. church was great, i caught one of those rad sunday naps that gave me the juice to push though and finish off strong.
i have to wrap this blog post up with something that made my ever-loving day. lucy brings me this little plastic princess with brown hair while saying “ma-ma, ma-ma”, she thought that it was so cool that there was a toy made to look just like her momma.
this made my day because of the perky boobs. booyah…lucy thinks i have perky boobies. yay!!
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