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According to this app it’s been 24 days since I last posted. I plead mother-to-a-toddler. I’m really too tired to be doing this right now, but if I don’t do it now it could be weeks and weeks more… no telling!

Bug has finally made the transition to one mid-day nap. It was a crazy process, that involved a lot of feeling confused and exasperated. She goes down about 1pm and sleeps from 1.5-3 hours, depending on God-knows-what. 

Cricket is doing well! Growing and squirming and otherwise becoming more and more “cooked”. He seems a lot more easy-going in utero than his big sister was. I hope that means another chill kiddo!

I look super pregnant now. I feel it, too. At 22 weeks exactly I am still down from my pre-pregnancy weight by several pounds. My midwives are happy with this, and seem confident that I can get through the pregnancy without gaining an inordinate amount of weight. Their confidence inspires me! At each appointment I ask them to give me a weight goal for my next appointment. I’m trying hard to stay on track and not undo all of the hard work I did after Bug’s first birthday to get healthier. It gets harder as my appetite returns and I start craving sweet things!

We met our doula and I LOVE HER. She has already put my mind at ease over a few things. She has attended something like 600 births, so she knows what she’s doing. Hard to believe we are already more than halfway through this pregnancy! 

It’s raining now, quite hard. I’m lying in the dark tapping this out in my iPhone, when really I ought to be snoozing. Hope you are all well! I’ll try to be better about updating this thing! 

22 week belly!

22 week belly!

Belly and Bug

Belly and Bug



Ugh. We are struggling to get back into good routines. While I was dealing with crippling morning sickness, my husband was handling EVERYTHING, God bless him! He cooked, he cleaned, he grocery shopped, he took care of Bug. Now I am back to feeling human, but it’s so hard to find my stride again when it cones to household stuff. I’m trying, though. 

One thing I started to do was set a single goal each day. The idea is that if I do nothing else productive, I complete at least the one task that I decided on that day. It’s been a good way to get back into the swing of things.

Last night I made a list of all the household things I want to get done before the holidays (we are hosting both Thanksgiving and Christmas this year!), so if I do only one or two things a day it should be possible to have the house in great shape by then. 

Today I cleaned my bathtub stopper l, which had gotten pretty mildewy (gross!), and now I am hoping to get our front-loading washer cleaned. It came with our house, and I know it’s more energy efficient, but I really miss our top-loader! Any tip for cleaning a front-loader? Right now I am running a hot bleach wash with a couple of towels.

What routines, tips, or tricks have you discovered that help you keep on top of household stuff?

It’s fall! Temps are finally down in the 50s and 60s and tonight we celebrated with our first fire of the season. This is also our first Fall in our new house. It has a wood stove in the den which can be used to heat the house (though we also have baseboard heating, in case we can’t get the hang of the stove). Is there anything cozier than a toasty fire on a chilly night??

Cricket is 15 weeks now and I am definitely feeling movement. I can’t wait until my husband and daughter can feel it, too! I think I have finally stopped losing weight, but we’ll see. Today I didn’t have much of an appetite, and I still can’t stomach red meat at all. I can sometimes do chicken or fish, but not much of either. Such a weird thing to experience. 

Bug is doing great these days. She’s 26 months old now and walking (and climbing) everywhere. This week she has really been embracing the phrase “thank you”. It sounds like “tet-you” and she says it everything we give her something, she takes something, or she’s generally happy with what’s happening. Today she said “tiss” and leaves in for me to kiss her. Then she grinned and said “tet-you” so sweetly that I almost melted into a puddle right there on the floor. 

We’ve been struggling against her throwing food on the floor. Today we tried something new after talking to a friend whose daughter is just a few days younger than Bug. We gave her an empty bowl at dinner and told her, “we don’t throw food on the floor. When you’re done with your food you can put it in the bowl.” She threw one piece of broccoli on the floor. I put it back on her plate, repeated the statement, and pointed at the bowl. She put it in the bowl. And didn’t throw anything else on the floor! This whole time we have been telling her what NOT to do… But we weren’t giving her an alternative! It was a real light-bulb moment. 

Last night I got to go out with two friends and have a ladies night out. It was needed, appreciated, and SO enjoyed! I’ve come so far since that first lonely year here when I was pregnant, depressed, and didn’t know anyone. Thank goodness for the breastfeeding group. This pregnancy is more exhausting, but also more bearable thanks to my support system. 

Happy weekend!

– snuggling with my daughter in the afternoon
– getting great photos of her in a spur of the moment photo shoot
– generous baby gifts from my husband’s coworkers
– getting BugĀ in bed by 11!

– waking up with headaches almost every day
– forgetting things upstairs and having to go back up to get then, often while a baby is impatiently asking to eat
– spending the bulk of my day breastfeeding, pumping, preparing to breastfeed, preparing to pump, or dealing with my leaking breasts. I know. TMI.

– the elation I feel when I have a really productive pumping session
– feeling like I am always only half-dressed
– suddenly 7 hours of sleep a night feels great… Crazy!


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