Toddlers and pregnancy don't lend much time/energy to blogging.
That's like the only excuse I have for everything these days. Toddlers and pregnancy don't lend much time/energy to laundry. Toddlers and pregnancy don't lend much time/energy to cleaning the bathroom. Toddlers and pregnancy don't lend much time/energy to grocery shopping. Toddlers and pregnancy don't.........well you get the drift.
But we are all well in Heininger land. Jay's work schedule is actually a bit lighter in the summer since he works primarily on the SIU campus and there's like no one there in the summer. So he gets home at a good time which, even if I'm still the one doing stuff with Norah, its just so much less pressure having him here while I do those things. Like even if I don't need the backup, its available and that makes all the difference.
Tuesday marks our 8 year wedding anniversary. We have been together for 11 years and married for almost 8 of them. I think its a good sign in a marriage when it simultaneously feels like you've been together forever and that there is no possible way it has been that long. We still bicker and give each other a hard time about everything. We still insult each other; its how we show love. But he's still my hero. I know that sounds painfully cliche, but it really is how I feel. I really do have this kind of deep ingrained knowledge that Jay can fix it. That when he gets home, no matter what kind of day we've had, he will swoop in and save me from it. He lets me not worry about stuff. And he lets me have cute kids. Even if thus far his offspring look like they came from him only (I tell ya, you'd think I'd never even carried her, how much Norah looks like her dad), I like being momma to his spawn. He's just lucky he's cute, if he's going to insist on his kids looking just like him.
Norah is a toddler. A real one. She whines. She has her momma's temper (cause that's what I wanted to pass on, not curly hair, my temper). This morning we had cereal with milk. I say we, but I really mean her. She ate Kix with milk out of a bowl with a spoon. Granted, I did still wrap a towel around her waist but she really did get most of the cereal and even most of the milk in her mouth. She loves using a fork and will eat anything that you will let her with a fork. She has eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a fork (I cut it up into squares anyway). She made my mom let her eat pizza with a fork. She loves eating her supper with a fork off of a real plate. And she actually eats so so so much better if she is eating off of a real plate with a fork. Like she will eat vegetables, too. I know, right? Miracles do still occur.
I'm doing well. This pregnancy with Lainie is delightfully boring. I love it. I have nothing to report, nothing to chat about. I've not been very sick or achy or anything. I've had a few food aversions, but nothing too weird. I've had some insomnia, but nothing all that bad. I'm getting a little nervous about having an infant again. Like trying to remember the early bathtime stuff, for example. We did most of that with Norah in the NICU. So our wonderful nurses were right there. Lainie will hopefully be easier to bathe at first without the wires and tubes, but its still a little daunting.
On Monday I will be 32 weeks pregnant. I gave birth to Norah and Aislynn at 32 weeks 3 days. This is stressful for me. I know intellectually that the situation is completely different this time. I'm not even close to being as big preggo at this stage as I was then. But its that number, ya know? Like its my pregnancy expiration date or something. I've never been more than 32 weeks 3 days pregnant and I'm a little nervous about trying to make it to full term this time. People tease that I'll be so miserable in July so big and pregnant, but really, if I make it to July still pregnant, I will be so thankful and thrilled. I want to be hugely pregnant on my 31st birthday on July 8th. That would be the best birthday present ever. Then she can be born.
If you are the prayin' kind, please send up a prayer for us that we go full term and that our delivery goes smoothly. We are hoping to be able to do a traditional delivery instead of another c section. I really want that experience for us.
Well I need to sign off here. We are trying out going potty (a post for another day) so we spend lots and lots and lots of quality time in the bathroom.
Happy Saturday, beautiful people. Peace out!!
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