so, if you do the math, we've known about this little addition for quite some time now. In fact, I am 17 weeks along at the moment. And, I thought I'd better let people know ASAP before they think that I've been enjoying too many Tex-Mex meals down here in Tejas. I'm at that really LOVELY spot where I just look really overweight in the tum-tum (or as some may say, the infamous "beer belly"). Awesome.
So, with that said, we get to find out all the details of this wee one here in about two minutes. Or two weeks, whatev. Same difference.
The time is flying by.
I haven't meant to keep it a secret, and actually, a bunch of you already know. It's just that it's not ALL consuming my EVERY single thought of the day, like it was before with Matilda. And, I wanted to get caught up with the events on this blog FIRST. I know, I know.
So, you want to do some more math? Good. I'm glad. This means that little Miss Tillie Mae will be 21 months older than Baby Smooshy.
Are we crazy? Perhaps. Was this all planned? Yes. Have I been able to get used to the idea yet? Not quite sure. Although, I will say this, there are MANY of YOU out there that have similar time distances between kiddos. I am SHOCKED! I thought WE were crazy, but apparently, MANY OF YOU are CRAZY TOO!
So, what was the thinking involved? I'll give you the reader's digest version. Because, I think a lot of you may think we have TRULY lost our minds.
You see, it all goes back to The Plan. I capitalize it, because of it's importance. You see, Aaron and I had a plan. In our minds, we were PLANNING on around 2.5-3ish-4ish year gap between kiddos. That is what the distance was in my family, and I liked it. Aaron had more of a 2 year span between his family. All's well. The plan was this: Make our plans, and if Heavenly Father needs to tweak OUR plan, then we can go from there.
Well, rewind to 2008. Matilda was around 4 months old, and I remember having the impression one night that, "Whoa! We need to change our plans. We need to push our time-line up!" And when I started thinking of the reality of that, I started bawling. Well, that woke Aaron up, of course, and I told him my thoughts. He thought it sounded a little crazy (rightfully so, I think it was 4 a.m.), we should go back to bed, and think more about it later.
Well, we talked a lot more about it. And kept coming to the conclusion that we should wait. And wait. And wait. But every day, in the meantime, my thoughts were consumed with it. Before I'd go to bed, when I'd wake up, eating lunch----you get the idea.
Finally, we got used to the idea of adding to our family and decided that it was a good thing to go ahead and try adding to our family.
Next thing we know, I'm pregnant. And, fortunately, for me, MY math was wrong. I thought they would be 19 months apart. For some reason 21 months sounds much better to me. Whew! :)
So, there's the story.
These pictures remind me how much I love little babies. They are all of Matilda. And, the professional looking ones, are in fact, professional. My lovely friend, Catherine, took those.
Have I been sick? Yes. Have I thrown up? (love these details) Yes, thank you. Luckily, I was in Utah during the big sick part, so I had my family to take care of the two babies. Matilda and the one we like to call Melissa. Thank heavens for moms like Denise!
And, if I eat something every hour, on the hour, all's well.
So, there you have it.
This is when I remember how NOT fun growing a baby can be. No, this is not me right NOW---this was two days before Matilda was born, thank you very much. I know what you were thinking. I'm getting big, but not THAT big. yet.
That's the story.
Get excited for Baby Smoosh-face. We are.