halfway there

We had a little picnic lunch in Valley Forge today and stopped to snap some pictures. I feel we've failed miserably in documenting my growing belly. And, boy oh boy, is it growing. This week marks the halfway point (eek!).

Most days I'm feeling pretty darn good. My biggest challenge is ignoring that this baby wants to eat ice cream every single day. A small victory is when I find a piece of non-maternity clothing in my closet that works with the bump. And every night I'm anxiously at the ready for the flutters in my belly that mean the little peanut (well, mango is more like it) is moving.



P.S. That cabin I'm standing in front of housed some of Washington's troops during the Winter of 1777. Pretty cool, huh?

hello, lover

found at Garnet Hill

dear baby

Dear Baby,

Today I went to work with just one earring on.

I realized I bought the wrong kind of oatmeal. And then exploded it in the microwave. Twice.

Spring went into hiding and I didn't dress warm enough so I was cold all day.

I think I had my first occurrence of pregnancy brain and messed up some dates on a work assignment.

But all of this didn't matter because I felt you kick for the first time today. You either like the train or you hate the train. Or maybe you are just dancing in there. What do these little kicks mean? Your daddy even felt you too when I laid down next to him after getting home from work. We have your 20 week ultrasound next week and we can't wait to see you.

Love,
Mommy

baby animals for our sweet babe



This week I'll hit 19 weeks. Almost half way. Excuse me, but how did that happen? The more days that go by and the bigger my belly gets means I'm thinking of things like birth plans and breastfeeding and oh dear lord what do we name this child. So sometimes I like to look at not-so-scary things like tiny baby clothes and cute nurseries.

Never mind that we are not even living where we'll be bringing this baby home. That's besides the point, eh? I am in love with the above photos by photographer Sharon Montrose and I'd love to hang them above our sweet babe's future crib. That little piglet kills me, just kills me.

happy weekend

Hello friends. I hope everything is grand in your corner of the world. And I hope spring has arrived to your town. It is a beautiful, sunny Sunday here in Pennsylvania. Unfortunately the weekend has flown. In fact, all of last week flew by. Not quite sure how all of the things that happened last week happened in just a week. By yesterday evening I was one tired lady.

Last week started off with a bang. Well, really, a crash. A bike crash that resulted in husband hobbling around on crutches. Not fun, not fun at all. Poor guy can't get around too well which means I'm doing a lot of running up and down the steps. We're crossing fingers that he doesn't need surgery.

The bright point of the week was my OB appointment. Though stepping on the scale was a bit terrifying. But then again, who really loves stepping on the scale at any time? Nothing puts such a goofy smile on my face than hearing baby's heartbeat. Turns out I'm about a week further along than I thought. Um, whoops. My sub-par math skills fail me again. I'm going into my 18th week. Almost half way! How did that happen? I guess that would explain the hunger. You don't want me to get too hungry these days. I might turn on you. Watch your back.

Happy spring, everyone. And happy weekend. Time to rev up for Monday. Ugh.

the result of getting dressed for work when 16 weeks pregnant

Husband: "Were you injured?"

Me: "Huh?"

Husband: "Were you injured?"

Me: "Injured? What are you talking about?"

Husband: "When the bomb went off in our bedroom this morning"



Update: Guess I should amend the title of this post to "17 weeks" after my last OB appointment. 18 weeks here I come.

these days

It's April, ya'll. Finally. Spring is starting to creep in. And with it, I say so long first trimester and welcome back to my energy and appetite. Also, hello to my expanding belly. At 15 weeks I'm now starting to feel pregnant. I am hungry, hungry, hungry (just ask husband) and had to break down and buy some maternity pants over the weekend (terrifying).

These days we are feeling quite content. We are talking a lot to this little person inside my belly. We're looking forward to moving out of Lansdale this summer. We're checking the weather to see if warmer temperatures are coming. And we're enjoying the start of this new adventure. Overall, life isn't too shabby.

A whole lotta of change is coming our way. But for now we're going to rub my belly and tell this little peanut how much we love him or her already. And count our blessings. I'll let you know as soon as I have a meltdown over what kind of onesies to buy. It's bound to happen.

xo.