08 3 / 2014
Little S turned a week old today. It seems like I’ve had her longer than that! She’s starting to fill out nicely and I haven’t dropped her yet (haha!). So far, so good.
I’m still getting used to everything that comes with having a newborn, and then some:
1. Doing everything one-handed (gracefully)
2. Feeding her every 2-3hours (which means as much/little sleep for me at night)
3. Endless diaper changes (I use disposables, please don’t judge me)
4. Making sure Big Ate and Small Ate are involved with babycare
5. Recovering from a C-Section and trying to eat healthy
6. Keeping my sanity as I do everything over and over. And over.
But, but, but. There’s so much comfort in the repetition and in the normalcy of it all, and while it’s both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time, I am quite content.
For as long as I don’t have to look in the mirror. I’ll get on the looks department another time haha.
05 3 / 2014
03 3 / 2014
03 3 / 2014
26 2 / 2014
I’m emotional for many reasons, and this time, I can’t blame my pregnancy hormones.
In three days, I’ll finally get to hold Little S. This pregnancy seemed the longest and the shortest at the same time. The longest because it was the trickiest; the shortest because I feel so ill-prepared.
I feel bad too, because a lot of the time, the pregnancy was an afterthought, something that I would remember in between running after two kids and whatnot. I shouldn’t feel this way, I know. But what’s nagging me is the possibility that this could be the last time I would have a little baby in my tummy, and I didn’t savor time with her enough.
As with parenthood, pregnancy brings intense feelings of happiness, as well as why-did-I-decide-to-get-friggin’-pregnant moments. The former far outweighs the discomfort and difficulty. Cliche, but true.
I don’t think I could describe just how beautiful it is to be pregnant. There’s this… connectedness.
You become in tune with the little human being growing inside your tummy. You surprise yourself by the realization that you know her. You know that she doesn’t like classical music and prefers Katy Perry’s “Roar”. You know that she prefers the voice of one sister over the other. You know that she loves hearing her own heartbeat and this excites her. You know that she gets upset when you’re upset, because she moves differently when you are.
And even more amazing is, she seems to know you too. In moments when you worry about her, she gives you a reassuring nudge, every time, without fail. She helps you out when you talk to her about being uncomfortable. And there’s just feeling that she understands you.
I guess I just want to put everything in writing while I still can. If this is the last time I’ll be pregnant, I don’t ever want to forget how it feels.
Three days to go, Little S. Let’s do this.
23 2 / 2014
23 2 / 2014
18 2 / 2014
Eleven days to go until we finally get to see you, little S.
One thing about being pregnant is, you’re accountable for that tiny human living in your belly. I’m at my most responsible when I’m pregnant.
Ohmigoodness, just eleven days. What else have I forgotten to prepare? I think I have everything ready… But why do I have this nagging feeling that I’ve forgotten something?
Oh dear, oh dear. I hope I prepared my girls enough for the arrival of their baby sister.
How in the world will I lose the pregnancy weeiiiggghhht.
Oh! My milk has come in. That means I’m really going to give birth very soon.
I’m terrified of the OR! I know it’s my third time, but it doesn’t make it any less scary!
Ouch. Braxton Hicks again.
My poor ribs. How. To. Lie. Down. Comfortably.
What if I go into labor before the eleven days are up? Noooo, please please, no.
Yay, eleven days to go!
Okay, calm down.
14 2 / 2014