I know I still have 18 weeks to go, but I just cannot wait to meet this little babe. The kicks have gotten so much stronger over the past two weeks. Ian got to feel him for the first time too. It was the most amazing thing to experience together. Although I am not sick, the little man must have had a growth spurt, because I am so exhausted lately. Like Netflix binge watching, just enough energy to drive home from work and eat a bowl of cereal exhausted. Everyone tells me to soak it up and rest now before he gets here. This weekend I traded in my sweats and got dressed up for my first baby shower that my sweet sister and mom hosted for me. My sister is going to be gone for the next three months, so she wanted to celebrate before Cove got here. After the shower, Ian and I went on a date. Over the past few weeks, Ian and I have made a big effort to to spend extra time with each other. Date nights.…
We are halfway there! I cannot believe it. Sometimes I wake up and look at my little bump, and the whole thing feels so surreal. The nursery is started, little boy clothes are already stacking up in the closet, and the little movements keep getting stronger and stronger. Now that my appetites back, the bump is making more and more of an appearance. The only true cravings I have are for Chic-fil-a iced coffee and lemonade and Zaxby’s House Fried Salads. I guess that’s better than pickles, right? I am all about comfort. So stretchy pants and light weight tops is where its at. Even though its sometimes difficult, this bump has to be the best accessory.
Our best friends are having a baby this September! We could hardly wait to spoil them and love on them. The gender is a surprise to both them and everyone else, so we wanted to do something gender neutral with colors besides yellow and white. We decided to use a turquoise and blue scheme since boys and girls can wear blue.
Being pregnant is so much fun. I’m not joking. And yes, I did have morning sickness. I am exhausted. And I often feel like my body has aches more than anything else. But being pregnant is so great because you are growing a tiny human inside of you! You get to feel little butterfly kicks at random times of the day, and if you have a husband like mine, you are spoiled and loved on all the time. The best part is, at the end of all of this, I get to meet and love a miracle named Cove. I mean seriously…I know I am being gushy, but I CAN’T WAIT. Now that I am almost to my halfway point, I am in this “regular pants don’t fit, but maternity pants don’t either” stage. Which isn’t necessarily terrible. It means I can wear tons of comfy and stretchy dresses and show off the beginning of my baby bump. Since it’s summer, anything flowy works.
Ian and I could barely wait to find out what we were having this December. In fact, we found out the soonest possible date ever. I set up the appointment for the ultrasound and we both went in so excited with completely different guesses as to whether it would be he or she. My guess was she… and as soon as she put the handle down for the ultrasound I knew I was wrong. Our little boy was spread eagle so that we could see exactly what his sex was. It was so amazing. Ian had a permanent grin on after that, and it still has yet to fade. I was so mesmerized as I watched our sweet little nugget with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. He was so active and kicking away in there. I couldn’t feel anything but little butterflies. Our parents were so excited, it is the first grandchild for both sets of parents.
We are so excited to share that we are expecting a baby this December!!! I have been so excited to announce! We went back to the place where we were married almost four years ago, The Foundry at Puritan Mill, to recreate some of our wedding photos with my little fourteen week bump and ultrasound pic. It was so special to be there again, and to think about bringing a tiny human into the world!
This post was written nearly a month ago… I couldn’t bring myself to post it for quite a long time, but I felt compelled to share because someone somewhere needed to read this. 7 weeks ago, I held a positive pregnancy test in my shaking hands. The night before, I had dreamt for the first time about having a child. I can still remember looking down at the sweet perfection of life God had given me. Excitement overtook me, and I prepared a gift to give to Ian. He had no idea what was going on, but as soon as he opened the box, tears swelled in his eyes and he picked me up and squeezed me tight. It had to be one of the sweetest memories of us together. We cried and laughed and started the plans for the next eight months of our life. Every day seemed like a celebration. Every prayer I prayed for this sweet child growing inside of me. The weeks were long as I waited for that first appointment. But the week finally arrived,…