Yesterday we had a good time playing in the water here at home.
It just doesn’t take that much to entertain a one-year-old (or his parents as long as he’s having fun).
Jason enjoyed teaching Simon the fine art of the samurai.
Today Simon and I ventured to Fremont, and we spent the afternoon at Ronin Park, where they have a spray playground and a baby/wading pool. Simon took a while to brave the fountains, but he had a good time running around (note the sunscreen in his hand; he carried it everywhere).
Though the spray park is new, being at Ronin Park brought back a ton of memories. This was the pool that was closest to our house when I was a kid, and I rode my bike there almost every day in the summers. It looks much the same, though, of course, smaller than I remember.
Delighting in the blessing of being pregnant again.
Appreciating my amazing husband. Seriously, that man puts up with a lot—mostly in the realm of me not knowing what I want, changing my mind, and generally following my every whim, but also in the way of doing things like extra diaper duty and other tasks that gross me out. Oh how I love him.
Feeling worse this week than before, but generally not so bad. Well, I have been extraordinarily tired, but I was pretty much expecting that. ETA: I realized this morning as Jason was up with Simon (again) at 4 am that this one might have been a little rosier than the reality. Truth be told, I feel pretty lousy for a good chunk of each day. And “tired” doesn’t even begin to cover it. I have quite a bit of anxiety about how the days will go (especially after a sleepless night), and I often struggle with feeling guilty and worrying that I don’t have enough energy for Simon.
Enjoying the thought of Simon being a big brother, though I still can’t quite get my mind around the idea that he will be the “big kid.”
Laughing (hard) every time Simon gives the baby “a kiss.” This is because the kisses have somehow evolved into noisy zerberts, which then makes him laugh too.
Craving ice and sometimes milk (not to be confused with ice milk, which doesn’t sound good to me). A few weeks ago I couldn’t get enough citrus—especially grapefruits. Mostly, though, I have aversions—I think I’m off Mexican food, Runza, Sweet Potato and Chickpea Salad, and maybe spaghetti (though it’s one of the only things Simon will eat), probably for the duration.
Identifying with these thoughts from moms also pregnant with their second kiddos—especially Darby’s statement “i cheerfully extend my middle finger to the magazine aisle and the new parenting section at borders,” which has to be my favorite blog sentence in a really long time.
Choosing not to worry yet about what may or may not happen re: getting PIH again this time. They say my chances are better than the general population since I had it before but also that it’s most common in first pregnancies. Bottom line is that we just don’t know, so I’ll choose hope.
Not caring one iota if this one is a boy or a girl (we’ll find out sometime in September). I think it would be great to have another little boy and equally great to have a little girl (though I will admit I love our girl name and we’re still waffling a bit on a boy name).
