Mark and I are just over the moon – and happy to report that Austin couldn’t be more excited. Lennon is still blissfully unaware of the chaos to come, but we’re sure he’ll be just as pleased as the rest of us when he realizes we’re about to go back to the days of dropped food.
At sixteen weeks, baby is happy, healthy, growing steadily, and letting me know it. I’ve gotten a crash course in intense morning (otherwise known as all the time) sickness these past few months… nausea, headaches, vertigo, and all of the things I now know can come along with the first (and into the second, so far…) trimester. But I hear that means good things for the baby’s development, so for now, I’m sleeping a whole lot more, working a whole lot less, and rolling with the punches.
Mark has, meanwhile, been a saint… keeping me awash in healthy meals, force-feeding me water, taking care of our home and our littles, and making sure I’m as comfortable as I can possibly be. I know it’s hard to be on the other side too, I can see the worry in his eyes and I know he must feel powerless to protect us both… but we feel so lucky to have him by our side.
Mark and I have known for a long time that we wanted to grow our family, but I never knew I’d be quite so excited as I am to welcome this little person into the world.
It’s such a good world, this little life of ours… I can’t wait to show this bundle around.