There's a part of me that's really scared to do this.
Last time, in the weeks before the 20 week mark, we had done so much preparation for our girls -- cribs were ordered and delivered, mattresses purchased and waiting, room paint color was picked out and purchased, painter was scheduled to come, crib linens and so much clothes stockpiled, and J even had a pink custom chandelier made for them.
Of course, once we had our 20 week ultrasound, everything changed.
So needless to say, I'm pretty leery about getting too ahead of ourselves. Granted we have taken so many necessary precautions (quitting my job and staying home to rest and focus on the pregnancy and of course the cervical cerclage), but I can't help but be anxious for the next few weeks to come.
We have had many benchmarks (no pun intended) that we had looked forward to during this pregnancy, times when we would breathe out a little sigh of relief as we get closer to our due date: the 12- and 14-week marks, the cerclage, and coming up, the 20 week mark (for obvious reasons).
Try as we may, both J and I cannot help but feel the excitement in the preparations for Baby #3. It's difficult not to be excited, but every so often, we catch ourselves, take a deep breath, and a step back. Not too fast, we tell ourselves. Still, how can we help it? It is a lot of fun, however, to see little signs around the house of a sweet little pea who will be (God-willing) joining us in about 5 more months.
I spy with my little eye . . .
Daddy reading material on J's nightstand. Nothing beats the sweetness of a man who prepares (and even snags a parenting magazine from the doctor's office).
The start of a stockpile of baby wipes (they were on sale at Costco!). Soon we will be piling up on diapers!
Paint swatches on the nursery wall. These have been there since the last pregnancy, but thank goodness, we picked a gender neutral color (Cloud 9 Gray). We will know what accessories to purchase for this backdrop within the next 4 weeks. (J does not want to find out the baby's gender until at least 20 weeks. I think it's partially because he's afraid I'm going to blow our savings on shopping, but it's largely because he doesn't want it too early where a mistake could be made. He doesn't want an educated guess; he wants a definite answer. So, we wait. [and the man won't budge!]).
Congratulatory cards, stretch mark lotion, and some of the latest ultrasound pictures on my nightstand.
The omnipresent monstrosity of my back-and-belly pregnancy pillow. J calls it my life raft, because climbing into it every night is like climbing into an inflatable boat. He bought it for me during my last pregnancy, and I swear by it. It helps me sleep more comfortably, especially with my widening (and now more painful) hips and the weight I'm carrying. I'm sure I'll be thanking it (and J) more as this pregnancy progresses and I get bigger.
I spy this growing belly everyday, and although I absolutely ABHOR bathroom mirror self portraits, this was the only way to get this done. Here is the growing tire.
I'm so thankful for all the excitement that everyone has shared with us. More to come!