Everything is the same, but different. I know what's coming and yet, the continual march towards my body's total breakdown is still surprising. On the one hand, every time I sneeze and don't pee a little is a triumph. The continual, swelling roundness keeps getting Violet Beauregard bigger. (Puffs up cheeks). However, I feel calmer, more in charge - almost having more fun with all of this except this persistent morning sickness. Ugh. I'm sick again today. It's like every fourth day I feel like total garbage. On Sunday I hit the third trimester and perhaps I'll feel less ooky for a few weeks before my body over-takes me.
The biggest difference is the easy happiness in our family. Vinny is a little ray of sunshine. He's so excited and spouts off a constant stream of quotes I should be writing down for posterity. "My mom's got a fat butt because she's growing a baby!" That one was announced to his kindergarten class.
I had to special order a nursing bra (because stores cannot handle the massive size of these melons.) Vin intercepted the box, opened it and announced, "OH! It's a BOOB SACK!"
Sometimes he yanks my shirt up when saying goodbye (this is especially fun at the school carpool) to kiss my tummy and therefore his baby sister goodbye.
This kid. He is so magically wonderful that I'm so excited to meet this next little person. Our family, my dear husband... we have more fun together doing nothing than anyone I know. We're going to get another little person to round out this crew. I know just from the curve of her sweet little face that she'll be of us - silly, sweet, likely sporting the McNeil forehead.
She will also present a whole new world of challenges. I'm already attempting to hold back the threatening tide of pink. I'm so deeply annoyed with the princess girl thing that I might be going too far in the other direction. The highly sexualized Bratz dolls with their freak-faces. The snottiness of the Barbie cartoons - these are deplorable role models and I worry that I'm going to have to be constantly vigilant in a way I got off the hook with kid one.
Who knows. Worrying is a rocking chair that takes you no where. The days are long, the years are short. I really need to learn needlepoint and get a pile of pillows for all the wisdom I need to hold onto.
All I know for now is that she is a kicky little thing and a low rider. My hips are creaky and achy. Vinny has become accustomed to a mom that does very little beyond telling stories, reading books and providing a heated human pillow upon which to watch cartoons.
We are happy and I know we will be fine - whatever comes next. Even if it means I've got yet another day of feeling barfy.
***Photo courtesy of Amber Procaccini Photography - an amazing photographer friend. In addition to Vin loving wearing costumes, he's also a decent model and stopped by her studio last weekend. She does gorgeous family photo sessions.
*****Just sneezed! Did not pee. It's gonna be a good day.
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