|The day after Thanksgiving|
The second trimester brought the anticipated spike in energy and relief from all-day sickness, thank goodness. My first pregnancy was so easy that this one took me very much by surprise. Even aside from the nausea I just feel much more tired, overwhelmed, achy, and.... frankly, old. There's a world of difference between being pregnant for the first time at 26 and being pregnant for the second time at 30. My body hurts, I've gained the recommended amount of weight for 40 weeks in a record-breaking 21 weeks (oh my), and I have felt generally un-cute for the past few months.
This too shall pass, I know, and I'm already adjusting my body image and feeling better about myself. I spent the majority of my youth struggling with my body, but after having Amaliya I spent a solid 3 years maintaining my weight and getting into the best shape of my life. It was hard to go "backwards" so dramatically as soon as I got pregnant, but I've accepted and gotten used to it. The stage is set for an epic fitness comeback in 2016/17!
|5am airport selfie|
|View from the Capitol buidling, looking out towards the Washington monument|
|The preschool Christmas concert - cuter than cute!|
Otherwise life is as hectic as ever. We both work long hours, weekends are a blur, and time marches on relentlessly. I can't believe I only have 18ish weeks left until Moon Cheese joins us. There's so much to do - baby things to buy, closets to clean, clothes to sort (once we know the gender, which will be soon!). At least one thing has remained the same throughout my two pregnancies, and that is the overwhelming sense of peace and stability that overcomes me when I'm pregnant. I tend to be hormonally volatile most of the time, but when pregnant, I am balanced. Happy. Even during the most frustrating moments, I can feel the little life inside me kicking my organs, and it really does bring me joy. Every time.
It helps, of course, that Amaliya has been an absolute peach for the last few weeks. We seem to have found the eye of the hurricane when it comes to 3-year-old tantrums - she's much calmer and more reasonable now, learning all the time and a total delight to talk to. I'm sure we're heading for rough times when she hits her next big developmental leap, but that's okay. The little breaks in between get us through. I always feel so lucky to have her.
As always friends, thanks for reading! Have a wonderful holiday!