Blueberry

Our little sweet pea is currently the size of a blueberry. (Well, I guess a little bigger than a blueberry at this point.) We got a sneak peek earlier this week:

Hey, little one!

I'm sort of hoping for a little girl this time. I would also be perfectly fine with another little boy, of course. But I guess my mom and I have always had a close relationship, and I would love to have that kind of bond with a daughter.

This is probably it for us. I feel sort of ambivalent about that. Just the idea that something is your last. However, to be honest, I'm anxious about the transition from one to two. Everything we're doing now, all of the expenses we have now, imagine them doubled. Two pick-ups and drop-offs. Two daycare tuitions. Twice as many diapers to change. (We're working on potty training with little buddy, and he has sporadically pee-peed in the potty like a big boy, but we still have a ways to go.)

Right now, I'm enjoying telling select people about the pregnancy. I love the way the words "I'm pregnant" elicit smiles, congratulations, surprise, hugs, laughter. They're such powerful words. But at the same time, I also enjoy the fact that it's still more or less a secret. You're sitting there, typing at your desk, going about your normal life, seemingly the same person you always were, but little do they know that you're not the same. That you have a tiny baby inside of you.

More Adventures in Motherhood

Happy New Year!

So...yeah. It's been a while. At this point, I'm 99% positive my audience consists of cricket noise. Nevertheless, if you're still out there, somewhere over the rainbow, consider yourself privileged to be privy to a tiny bit of life-altering info that I'm still processing.

I'm pregners.

It's not that it's a "surprise," necessarily. We were consciously trying for #2. But I guess I'm still in shock that it happened so quickly. With our first, it took 9 months. This time, it only took 3. My best friend says my body was "primed," and I have read and heard anecdotal evidence that it doesn't take as long with subsequent children, but still. There was still a niggling doubt in my mind due to my "advanced maternal age." No lie, the medical field calls the pregnancies of women over 35 "geriatric pregnancies." Ugh. I've also read that the older you get, the longer it takes. And I am rapidly nearing the precipice of my 40s. But we're not going to talk about that right now.

We're definitely excited. I mean, this is what we wanted. Little bud turns 2 in a couple of weeks, and we wanted him to have a sibling. And, like I said, I'm nearing the precipice of my 40s, so we don't exactly have the leisure of waiting too much longer. Ya girl ain't a spring chicken no more. That's for sure.

However, baby #2 opens up a whole new set of considerations, the most pressing of those being our living situation. We have a great little bungalow, but it ain't going to work with 2 little buddies running around.

We'll sort it out, with the Lord's grace and guidance. Right now, I'm just trying to focus on being happy and grateful about the prospect of having another child. It truly is a blessing.