32 Weeks

This little girl is going to hate me when she’s older.  I can just hear it now.  “Mom (or she’ll be at that stage where she calls me by my first name), why did you write so much about Carson when you were pregnant with him and hardly ever write about me?”.  “And you took pictures of your how fat you were almost every week with him, but only like 5 times with me!”  Uh.  I do not look forward to explaining to her how hard it was to be pregnant, chasing a toddler around and in the midst of it all, moving in to a new house and trying to find the time to take pictures of myself (while making sure I’d put on proper attire) and write blog posts.  I’d better make her the best baby book ever.  Girls appreciate that kind of stuff more than boys, so I can still redeem myself.  At least she’ll have the house thing over Carson.  Mommy and Daddy bought a new house just for her!  Any advice on how to keep your kids from comparing too much and keeping track of who gets what?  I know I will fail at being even and fair with both kiddos, despite my best efforts.  I have a feeling that in raising a little girl I’m going to be calling my parents a lot and apologizing for all the smart, sassy and downright nasty things I said and did as a kid.

We’re 32 weeks and feeling it.  I am still sleeping fine, but I get these moments of total exhaustion during the day and they almost always hit when Carson is at his toughest.  Which, I will admit, is nothing compared to some kids I am sure.  I am blessed with a sweet boy.  Oh, and the heartburn.  It almost makes me want to stop eating things like french fries, hamburgers, chips and salsa, ice cream, and chocolate…almost.  Doctors appointments are every 2 weeks now and have been uneventful.  I kind of reached a standstill in weight gain, probably because I gained quickly in the beginning.  Baby should be gaining 1/2 a pound per week for a few weeks at least, so my belly will be sure to show it!  A few of my favorite pants have been retired recently thanks to the belly.  It’s hard to ignore.

Baby girl moves around a lot.  Compared to Carson, probably about the same.  I can be sitting on the couch in the evening and actually watch her move.  This is still totally strange and totally amazing at the same time.  There’s a baby in there!  Moving her little arms and legs.  Her little heart is beating.  She even moves her tiny fingers and toes!  It’s amazing.  I already love her and I haven’t even met her…at least not officially.

I leave you with a sweet photo of the big brother to be!  I love him too, even though he almost always has food in his hair, drool on his chin and dirt under his fingernails.  My sweet, dirty, stinky boy…who needs a haircut.  And who busted his top lip today thanks to his mom being less than stellar at attentiveness.  I really hate when he gets hurt.  It is not easy to hold your crying baby and try to get the blood off of his face without crying along with them.  At bedtime tonight he was fine, and Ben kept telling me that it wasn’t my fault and that this kind of thing just happens.  He’s a good husband and dad.  I am too blessed for words.