i’ve been incredibly negligent in posting this pregnancy, but sometimes it feels a little silly to be posting about round two. maybe not? i’ve had almost the identical pregnancy that i did with April so maybe it just feels like i’d be repeating myself, three years later.
anyway. 37 weeks. and a half. we’re coming up on that time. you know the time in another woman’s pregnancy. you start checking her social media to see if it’s been a few days since she’s posted anything, wondering if she’s actually had the baby or is just
embracing struggling with the last few weeks to get a bit of sleep with a twitchy, heavy squirming being in her belly. please tell me i’m not the only one who does this?
i’ve been enjoying my time with April, knowing that our quiet, calm existence is about to change drastically. We have been talking a lot about the new peanut, and as far as i can gather, April is REALLY excited to be a big sister, but also is a little confused with how things will unfold. She asked me today where the baby’s mommy and daddy were, and if they were in my belly too. it must be so confusing! you go from knowing your mom without a baby in her tummy, to suddenly having a huge bump that you can’t sit on or squish because it’s your sibling that you don’t know when you’re going to meet. and not really understanding that your life is about to change in a big way. one thing i do know for sure is that even though she might “accidentally” pour a glass of water on the floor (that was yesterday) or dump a bag of goldfish out on the floor because she didn’t want the white ones (that was today) my little girl does have an awful lot of love in her heart for other people’s babies, so i’m pretty certain that if i let her in on some of the dirty work that things will fall into place juuuuust fine when it comes to loving her little sister.
i still can’t help but have pre-baby #2 jitters. but for now, i’ll keep on appreciating the baby hiccups that make my belly ripple and the snuggles from my little girl even as she squishes the air right out of me.