Hope Still Flies

Happy Holidays!!

As I was packing up to go to my parent's yesterday, I remembered I was going to need to write this blog post, since somehow it's been another four weeks. Can time just slow down for just a second?

Or, maybe not. I'm pretty sure Michael is really tired of hearing me complain about every little thing. And my poor little sister (now a co-worker) gets to hear me moan and groan every day for eight hours, too. They're just so lucky.

We survived another month. Paw Patrol Live was a lot of fun (mostly for Thad. I found it to be a weird, surreal experience). My mom is officially home safe from Alaska. During the snowy weekend last weekend I managed to mostly finish T2's rug (which is more of a... very small foot towel or something. Like 2 feet by 2.5 feet. Oh well.), build his crib, and at least buy the stuff to make his door hanging.

PLUS I managed to buy/wrap most of the presents needed for the next few days. Win.

Found out I passed my 1-hour glucose test, which I failed with Thad. Also had an ultrasound, where everything looked good. My anterior placenta is high enough it shouldn't mess with the c-section.

The next month will hopefully be quieter. Michael has his comprehensive exams to officially become a doctoral candidate in less than a month. (I think that's right. I know he has big, scary tests in the middle of January that are really important.) My goals are to figure out my FMLA stuff for work. Wash all the baby clothes. Make sure I can get the infant seat installed in both cars. Deep clean our carpets.

Oh, and Thad has a big brother class at the hospital at the beginning of January. Plus admissions hospital stuff. Things getting verrry real. Doctor appointments every two weeks starting at the beginning of January.

Exponential growth has begun. My pregnancy with Thad messed up my belly button, so it's already an outtie and it bugs me? What a weird thing to bug me. But it does.

As my family descends at my parent's house for Christmas, I'm especially thankful we all live close enough to get together and play games, have fun, and eat a ton of food together. I love being with them, and I'm glad Thad has a chance to terrorize his older cousins. One of my happy places is my parent's house relaxing on their couch.

Though, sharing a bed with Thad is less than idea. He's decided not to lay on his cot very long at night so I didn't even bother bringing it.



Labor Signs: None! A few Braxton-Hicks every day.

Hey, look, it's been another fast four weeks. And officially one month until Christmas (yikes).

We're lucky I remembered to do this update at all. I just finished six hours of Gilmore Girls. Worth it.

Anyway. Viability! This is one of my favorite milestones. I know that everyday T2 stays put, the better chance he has at survival, but it's nice knowing we're scooting closer to the end. Another busy month ahead of us, including photographing another wedding, going to Paw Patrol Live, and my mom coming back from Alaska!

Reading my post from Thad at 24 weeks. I was worried about the nursery and finishing his rug on time. We do have the luxury this time of knowing the boys will eventually share a room, so the only thing I really need to do is build his crib. Which he won't be sleeping in for awhile but I'll probably do soon anyway. Then the rest of the stuff - clothes, car seat, rock n' play... that needs to all be cleaned but that won't get done until at least the start of the new year. I definitely STARTED his rug. But... like barely. I should probably get on that.

But hey, we've (hopefully) settled on a name. That's a good thing.

Unless you ask my dad. He doesn't think kids should be named until they're born. Sorry, dad. Your fault for raising a Type A planner.



Labor Signs: None! 

Labor Signs: None! Just Braxton-Hicks. Ick.

Blindsided me this morning that I already need to update again.

I'm baaaaaaaaaaack.
I thought about masking this as just a usual 2.5 year update for Thad, but that seems cruel. Because, it's true! He turns 2.5 today. But also I'll be making regular updates here again because I'm pregnant with T2! 


Labor Signs: Hopefully none for a very long time.