My apologies with leaving everyone on an unplanned hiatus! Our lives have been beyond hectic lately. As much as I believe in the power of #MOMSTAMINA, I also believe in the reality of #pregnancyexhaustion! Is it is just me, or is it more tiring with each subsequent pregnancy? I need a nap.

 

Currently craving…

Give me all of the ice cream and gelato, please! Especially the really fatty flavors, like anything laced with peanut butter.

Feeling…

Overwhelmed + devastation over missing out. There is so much to do and I am feeling the pressure of this ticking time bomb in my belly! I have also had to turn down invitations to every summer soirée happening out of state because of this pregnancy. I am missing two important weddings and knowing I will not be able to attend is weighing heavy on my heart.

Food aversion…

The same: salmon and poultry– unless the poultry is deep fried chicken tenders dipped in barbecue sauce!

Excited about…

How non-possessive Waverley is acting. She seems genuinely thrilled to share baby toys/gear with her baby sister. I have been preparing for an onslaught of “Mines!” yet she has been very giving with the things she no longer uses or wears. Let’s hope this generous mentality continues on after the actual babe is here!

Scared about…

Balancing life with two small children. How in the world does one balance out mothering two souls, working, relationships, and independent hobbies? Is this even possible? Agh!

Could do without…

The debilitating exhaustion that accompanies this stage of pregnancy. I forgot how the simplest tasks can wear a gal out and frequent rest breaks need to be planned, otherwise I turn into a fire-breathing dragon of exhausted rage.

Grateful for…

Supportive friends and family! I am so grateful to have wonderful friends here in Alaska and abroad, plus my family in Oregon, who understand the trials and tribulations of motherhood. Seeing them or just talking on the phone always makes me feel uplifted, less isolated, and more capable.

First vs second pregnancy…

The nesting anxiety is in full force. I didn’t have the opportunity to really nest (except clean a million times per week) when I was pregnant with Waverley because we were scheduled to move right after her birth. Apparently I am making up for lost time because our list of things to accomplish around the house is never-ending. Poor Nate, he just wants to go fishing.