Owen: 2.5

Two and a half came with the force of a raging rhino. Owen is simultaneously syrupy sweet and deathly spicy. If you don't understand that sentence, you probably don't know him well. Let's just say that Owen is a good 7-10 on the Richter Scale. I remember praying that he would have those qualities, and there is no denying that he does. My prayer these days sounds a little less like "please let him have a strong will" and more like "Lord, help him channel that for good and not for harm." He chooses to obey mooost of the time; I want to be clear that having a strong will is not synonymous with being disobedient, although yes he does choose to disobey often enough. He's also extremely independent. Yes, like a typical toddler, he wants to do things for himself. He is independent in that way, but he is truly an independent person. He plays by himself like a champion. Sometimes I wonder if he even cares that I'm home. He doesn't need anybody to entertain him or be with him or do anything for him. He loves to be around others, but he has fun by himself, too. He explores and figures things out for himself. He will go upstairs by himself and just play and play. He has been this way his whole life! (I do play with him, I promise.)

He is smart. Ridiculously smart. He knows a million words and says them well. I'm blown away by how clearly he speaks; sometimes in the middle of a conversation I have to pause and remind myself that he is only two because it feels like I'm talking to someone much older. It is my favorite thing! I couldn't wait for the day when we could have conversations. We now can, and I am here to report that he never, ever, ever stops talking. Ever. If he runs out of things to say, he'll fill the silence by saying "I am talking!" It's hilarious, sweet, and sometimes annoying. A few things I want to remember... he thinks the verb associated with scissors is "sharp."  Example: "Mama, I don't want you to sharp yourself, okay?" "Don't sharp me!" "Are you sharping that paper?" He also thinks the verb associated with a broom is "brooming." "Mama are you broomin'?" I also love how he says "mines" instead of "mine," every single time. Other things that I think are cute: For some unknown reason, I always ask "Owen, are you crazy pants?" and every single time, his response is "no, Ingy is crazy pants." Ha! He tells on Ryan and me: "Mama, I wanted to ___ and my dad said no!" He always says "my mama" and "my dad." Precious. When we act excited to see him or be around him, he feels like the king of the world. I started writing this post at the end of September since he was turning 2.5 on Oct 1. Today is November 4th, and some things have already changed. He has very recently stared hugging us a lot. He's never been physically affectionate, so this is a big deal, and I love it. He really can be so sweet.

Owen loves being around people, and knows nothing about stranger danger. He's crazy about his whole extended family. He loves socializing. See previous paragraph about talking. ;)  He'll talk to anyone and everyone about anything and everything. That being said, there are a few people with whom he is consistently scared, and instead of disrespecting his feelings or pushing the issue (which can be harmful, in my personal and professional opinion), I respect and trust his feelings. It's my job to take care of my child. It is not my job to make other people happy, nor is it his. Boom.

He is deeply intuitive!  He cares about how I feel. He notices how other people feel ("mama, that lady looks mad/upset/sad/excited/happy/whatever"), but it bothers him when he thinks I'm feeling any negative emotion. When I first started realizing this, I wasn't sure how to handle it. I do not want him to do things just to please others, so I watch my words and reactions very closely in this area. He always says "you is happy!" or "I need you to be happy," or "you is sad?" (Since I started writing this post a couple of months ago, that "is" has changed to "are," but I can't bring myself to change it here. "Mama, are you happy?" "Mama, are you frustrated?" Bittersweet.) If he hurts someone or something, or makes a poor choice, he has started feeling remorseful on his own. A few minutes after whatever it was, he will say "Mama, I'm sad. I'm sad about _____." Example; "I'm sad about throwing the ball at your face."

He pays attention to details and becomes obsessive about things. He listens to every conversation his ears can hear, and stores up what he hears for later use. He corrects us frequently. The other day I said something about a UPS truck, and he said "no mama, it was a Fed Ex truck." He was right. He's usually right about things. (eye roll.) He is freakishly good with directions. He can give you directions to our house, and seems to know how to get just about anywhere. When we go places, he just watches out the window the whole time and pays attention.

This summer I started teaching him some Bible verses. I intended to teach him one per month, thinking that's how long it would take to learn them, but he learns them the first day I try to teach them to him. We've stuck with one or two per month anyway. I know that he understands some parts of them, yet can't fully grasp other parts of them. Still, it's important and I think it's helping to shape his worldview from a Biblical standpoint. Off the top of my head, he knows Genesis 1:1, Psalm 136:1, Colossians 3:20, Psalm 118:24, and Proverbs 3:5. Owen, you teach me every single day not to underestimate your abilities.

He's still sleeping in his crib. He loves his crib. I ask him all the time if he wants a "big boy bed," and he usually responds with "mama I just want to still sleep in my crib." He can sleep in there until he's 5 for all I care. He usually sleeps 8ish-8sh with a 2-3 hour nap around 1:00pm. He is still wearing diapers and we have made no attempt to potty train. We are starting to have those conversations, but I'm in the camp that believes he'll let us know when he's ready. He can count, sing the alphabet, spell his name, and memorize every word you say at any point in time. He is constantly singing, and it's our favorite! He is obsessed with Daniel Tiger. He loves to play outside, and spends most of his time playing with his construction trucks and tractors. He loves playing soccer, and Ryan says he's impressed by Owen's skill. ha. He also enjoys Play-doh, balls, puzzles, giving us check-ups, and all sorts of imaginative play. His current favorite activities include wandering through our neighborhood and checking out the construction sites where new houses are being built, and riding his pony around the house (i.e. Ryan crawls around on all fours and Owen rides on his back. He says "yeehaw" and "whoa Nelly," and gets on and off just like he would a real horse. Hi-larious.) He is the most fun! He watches tv during his breakfast because that is when I get ready for the day. Sometimes it's on all day, but most days we turn it off after breakfast and don't ever turn it on again. I always ask him what he wants to watch, and his answer is always either "Daniel" or The Fox and the Hound. He goes to Kids Day Out once a week, and then his class at church on Sundays. He looks forward to those things and I usually have to remind him to tell me bye. His teachers always talk about how sweet he is. I wish I could spy on him all day long to see what he's like when I'm not there!

I still think Owen is a quality time guy. We go on "special outings" and I can tell it is exciting and meaningful to him. He is in 3T clothes, although I bought him 4T shirts for fall and winter in hopes that he can make it through the whole season without needing to go up a size. He's in size 9 shoes. He weighs 37 pounds and is 3 feet 5 inches tall. He's still off the growth chart! He is a lover of life and easily excitable. He is super serious at times. He's fun, joyful, and ridiculously perceptive and thoughtful. He will concentrate on something for a long period of time. He can read me just as well as I can read him. Seriously, there have been times when I have tried so hard to hide my frustration, etc.  (and felt successful), but he somehow still called me out on it. He likes to do things fully; he likes to do things well. He doesn't like unfinished business. He has a hard time leaving his playroom without cleaning up, or leaving a room without closing a drawer, etc. For a toddler boy, he's actually pretty neat and clean. I love all this about him, but I do hope he learns to be okay with the unfinished and the messy.

Lately we have had some rough days (see paragraph 1 regarding strong will), but overall we do have more good days than bad days. This past week has been so good. Things have been a little rocky since Ingrid came along, but he is (finally) sweet with her and loves her so much. If she isn't in the car with us, he says "wait mama, where's Ingy?" Someone Owen doesn't know was holding her the other day, and Owen straight up panicked and sharply screamed "I want you to get our baby back!" I hope and pray that they become good friends. He's becoming increasingly more interested in her as she is able to smile, babble, kick her legs around, etc.

Owen, as I always say, "I love you so, so, so, SOOOO much." Some days I wonder if we're going to make it, but I know we are. You are handsome, fun, smart, funny, sweet, spicy, thoughtful. I could go on and on for days about who are you and the funny things you say or do, but this post is already longer than I intended. You are a joy--a gift. I am confident that you are going to do great things.

*I want to add some pictures, but if I keep waiting for that, this will never get posted.


Ingrid: 2 months

Ingrid is two months old! She is beautiful. She is smiling and cooing now, which melts me instantaneously. Her smile is ridiculously bright. She still loves taking baths. She also loves soft things touching her face. If she is close to falling asleep but not quite there, she usually closes her eyes the moment a soft blanket touches her face. She is a calm, easy-going baby. She is content in her carseat, in her swing, on her playmat, in my arms, in her crib, on the floor. She's easy peasy! Owen, Ingrid, and I have lots of fun at home, but we do still leave the house every single day just to change it up a little and maintain the sanity of our family. Before she was born I worried that we would never be able to leave the house. I actually ended up getting out of the house with both of them before she was a week old because I was so panicky about it.

She weighs 11 lbs 6 ounces and is 22.5 inches long. She is wearing size 1 diapers (and some newborn that we're trying to use up, but it's a stretch) and 0-3 month clothing. She's been sleeping in her crib for night time and one nap since she was 6 weeks old. The transition from our room to hers was nothing for her. The first night she took short naps for the first couple of hours instead of a solid sleep, but that was the only "rough" part.

I've done the Babywise eat-wake-sleep routine with her, just like we did with Owen. It was the best thing for Owen and me, so I knew I was going to do it with Ingy, too. It helps us know how our days are going to go, and it also helps establish good night time sleep habits. She's eating every 3 hours during the day, usually 7:30, 10:30, 2:30, 5:30, and 745ish for her bed time feed. I am more flexible with it than I was with Owen. For example, sometimes her first feed is at 7, so then we do 7, 10, 1, etc., but sometimes it isn't until 8, so we do 8, 11, 2, etc. It almost always falls somewhere in between, though. She's usually awake an hour or so and then asleep for two or so. I wake her up if she is asleep when it's time for her next feed, again for the sake of night time sleep. If I don't wake her up, she usually wakes up sometime soon after that 3-hour mark anyway. For the past month, she's only been waking once a night to eat... except for the week we got home from the hospital. I think she got used to being woken frequently at night by the nurses, and it took her a while at home to sort that out again. Her night time feed is usually at 3 or 4 am, and then she goes back to sleep until sometime between 7 and 8. I always lay her down awake for naps and bed time, and she puts herself to sleep. We've done it that way since her first week of life, and it is so nice to be able to lay her down and walk away. Sometimes I rock her because I want to, but she won't usually go to sleep that way.

I might write a separate post about this so I will spare most of the details here, but this month we spent four nights at Arkansas Children's Hospital. She had Urosepsis, which is basically a complicated UTI. Look it up and you'll find it's a "life threatening emergency." Her white blood cell count was 49,000. Apparently "normal" is 5-10,000. On the copy I have of her lab results, it actually breaks down her white blood cell count into microliters. A normal range is 0-9. Hers was 132. Terrifying. We are having to also treat her for meningitis due to that insane number and inconclusive spinal tap results. We're home with a Picc line, which she'll have in until October 7th. When we got home from the hospital, her night time sleep was whack for a whole week (i.e. she woke up almost every hour, probably because she was woken up by nurses for a week), but she is now back to normal.

Her first real smile happened while at the hospital, and I teared up. In fact, it happened during her VCUG, which is a very painful test. The significance of that is not lost on me. I'd been waiting for her to smile, and for her to do it at a time when I felt so hopeless is not something I will forget. I think it's a small glimpse into who she is. I know I say this often about both of my babies, but I am so proud to be her mom. She is the loveliest and sweetest little thing. She is already such a bright light in our lives! I pray the Lord uses her in a special way.

Here are some of my favorite pics from the past month:


Ingrid: 1 month

How does time still manage to take me by surprise after all these years? Ingrid is one month old. Wasn't I just dreaming of having a second baby yesterday? Ingrid is the type of baby that makes a mom say "maybe we'll have more" while taking care of a newborn. Can't comprehend that? I couldn't with Owen, either. Ingrid is a DREAM baby. She's six weeks as I write this post, and I have enjoyed her so much. I rarely let her go during her first week of life. I remember one night that week I made myself lay her down in her bouncy seat while we ate dinner, in an attempt to make things "normal" for Owen, and I immediately had to run to my bedroom and cry because it was so hard for me to lay her down. Since that first week, I haven't been able to hold her as much because 1) it's best for Owen that I don't, and 2) I am a freak about good/bad habits, such as holding to sleep. It was fun while it lasted though. :)
Ingy loves to eat and sleep. She also loves to take baths; she has never cried during a bath! I remember googling "how to make my baby like the bath" when Owen was younger. ha. She is not a fussy baby at all. She has already changed so much. I swear I'll never forget a single moment, but I also know my present memories will soon fade to make way for new ones, so here I am, documenting her life as backup version of my mind. I don't want to forget the fullness of her cheeks, chins, and necks--my bulldog. I don't want to forget the way she puts her hands by her face when she's nursing. The way she bangs her head on my shoulder when she's wanting to eat. The way she makes a crying face for several seconds before any sound comes out. The way she looks around for Owen every time she hears him (which is basically every second of the day). The way I loved her instantly.

I have her on the eat-wake-sleep routine (Babywise), or the EASY routine (Baby Whisperer) just like I did with Owen. It was my lifeline with him, so I assumed with two kids it would be even more important for my sanity. At this point with Owen, we were on a schedule. His eating and napping times were the same each day. With Ingrid, I haven't done that...yet. I have a note on my phone that I started when she was three days old where I have kept record of her feedings and naps and wake times, all day every day, and it's still going. Yes, I am an insane person. I was intending to track her habits so I could make a schedule, but I haven't done that because what we have going on right now is working really well for all four of us. She typically eats every 3 hours during the day, but sometimes she'll go only 2 hours instead. On the three hour days, she's usually awake for one hour, then asleep for two. I do our bedtime routine and feed her usually between 7:30 and 8:30pm, and then lay her down for the night. I've done this since she was two days old. I'm almost always able to lay her down awake. She has always gone a long stretch at night. The first couple of weeks it varied from 4-6 hours, but now it usually varies between 6 and 9 hours. No, that's not a typo. Refer back to my "DREAM baby" comment. She'll usually wake once in the night to eat for 10 minutes, then go right back to sleep until sometime between 7:30-8:30am. I was scared to tell her doctor at her one month appointment, fearing reprimand or something, but he was impressed and made no mention of needing to do anything differently.

Speaking of the doctor, around week 3, Ingrid broke out all over the place with severe baby acne. It got so bad that I thought for certain it must be something else, but her doctor feels confident it's just acne, and encouraged me to wait it out. Now that she's 6 weeks old (today), it is improving, but still there.  She's starting to outgrow her newborn clothes and diapers. She's wearing a mix of newborn and 0-3 month, as well as a mix of newborn and size 1 diapers. At one month, she weighed 9 lbs 7 oz, and was 21 & 1/4 inches long. She basically grew 3 lbs and 3 inches since we brought her home from the hospital. I'm sure she's added more than that by now, but I will update her stats in her two month post.

Ingrid, you're perfect, darling. I am thankful to be your mama.


Ingrid Ryan Harness: labor and delivery

My due date with Ingrid was August 4th. Owen still wasn't here by his due date, so I was induced with him the following day. Although my induced labor/delivery experience was fast and easy with Owen, this time I said I didn't care how long I was pregnant; I wanted to go into labor on my own. I just wanted to experience spontaneous labor. Well, at my 36 week appointment, my doctor mentioned that I could be induced at 39 weeks. You can't dangle something like that in front of me and expect me not to bite. So, I did. That's all I'm going to say about that.
July 28th, 4:50 AM
Ryan and I left the house. I had been contracting all night anyway and had also been seeing blood, so I had been watching the clock, trying to wait until our scheduled time to go. I was completely silent the whole way there except to say "men have it so easy." We were on our way to the hospital for me to deliver our baby; he knew better than to argue, so he just smiled. I was excited to meet Ingrid, but I was nervous about how the day was going to go, and even more nervous about what life would be like once she arrived. I had a terrible time both physically and emotionally after I had Owen, and I dreaded the possibility of that happening again. (It didn't!) I hard a hard time thinking about anything else, though.

5:15 AM  
We arrived at the hospital. I was already so tired. We got to our room and there was someone waiting for me with a gown in her hand, instructing me to go straight to the bathroom and put it on. Once I put it on, I hadn't even opened the bathroom door all the way and she was already starting to put the wristbands on me and ask what felt like a million questions. Then several more nurses came in to help get everything started. It felt chaotic from the second I stepped into that room. I kept thinking they don't mess around!

6:00 AM
As with every hospital experience of mine, there was a huge ordeal with the IV. A different nurse finally came in to do it after the first nurse couldn't get one started. I had to change gowns shortly afterwards because all the pokes and blows to my veins made me so sweaty as I tried not to pass out. That being said, I fully expected every bit of that to happen because it always does. In the middle of all of that, there were 3 or so nurses in there, all asking me questions. I ignored them because I was trying not to pass out, and my nurse finally asked them to please just wait. Once the IV ordeal ended, the nurse then checked me. My doctor let me skip one of my weekly cervical checks because they were so painful for me. I was "extremely posterior" and we were both having a difficult time with it. I warned the nurse, and sure enough, she put me through misery and then said she would have to get a different nurse to check me because she couldn't reach it. (Excuse me--what?!) They then told me I wouldn't have to be checked again until after my epidural. Thank you! The same nurse who successfully started my IV also successfully checked me, and I was at a 3 and 60% effaced. I said "but yesterday I was a 3 and 70%, and I've been contracting all night." She smiled and said "we're stingy with our measurements, so you really are at least that much." Ha. They left for a few minutes, and Ryan asked me what I needed. I remember saying "I just need to be left alone." Ha. Ha ha. That never happened. I think a med student came in 5 seconds later, shooting the breeze, asking random questions and telling me about his own kids. In my head I was saying There is no part of me that cares one bit right now. Shut up and leave. Out loud I said "ok thank you" several times, but he never seemed to get the hint. Eventually he decided to quit chatting to himself and left. I did say out loud to Ryan, "I'm just a ray of sunshine today, I know." :)

6:30/7:00 AM
They came back and started my Pitocin and informed me that the anesthesiologist would be in soon to start my epidural. I responded, "wait, did you just say they're going to start my epidural? I haven't even asked for it." The nurse smiled and said yes. Dr. Terry came in shortly afterwards to check me, and I said "hold on; they told me I didn't have to be checked again until after my epidural!" to which he responded "you haven't gotten your epidural?" He then made some jokes about not being needed and left. Ryan heard him complaining to the nurses that anesthesiology was behind. Family came in around this time, too.

8:00 AM
The anesthesiologist came in to do my epidural. After the epidural, the nurse inserted my catheter and instructed me to lay flat. She then said Dr. Terry would be right in to break my water. Again, I replied "did you just say he was going to break my water? Why?" Dr. Terry returned around 9:00 to break my water and check me. I was at a 4. I also asked him why he was going ahead and breaking my water. He said something along the lines of, "we're trying to have a baby here." Right after that, a bunch of nurses came in and just started swarming me and putting the oxygen mask on me and saying a bunch of things I didn't understand. I remember consciously smiling through the oxygen mask and being calm as the charge nurse stood by my side and matter-of-factly explained some possibilities as to why my baby girl's heart rate was dropping. They had to stop my Pitocin after that. Once they left, so did my adrenaline. I suddenly felt the weight of what was going on and just started crying into my pillow. I turned on my Pandora station that I'd been carefully grooming for months, and texted my close friends (around 9:10/9:15) to please pray for me because I was feeling really discouraged. I laid there in silence as long as I could, trying to take advantage of the few seconds there wasn't a healthcare professional or 10 in my room. I totally get it, but I felt so bothered the entire time. It all felt so rushed, and in the back of my mind I was remembering how quickly I had Owen, despite him being my first and it being an induction. Once I felt calmer, I said "she's not even here yet and this girl is already DRA-MA." :)

9:30 AM
For the next hour, I kept complaining that my epidural had mostly only taken to my left side. I was in pain on my right side, mostly in my back. While it hurt, I was mostly bothered my how numb my left side was. They called for the anesthesiologist, but she never came. They tried to help me even it out, and the nurse pumped more of the medicine into me. I did not enjoy that feeling because I just ended up extremely numb on my left side. They finally just said the needle must be pointed more to my left, so I kept laying on my right side to try to even it out.

10:30 AM
We dealt with that off and on for an hour or so when the whole nursing crew rushed back in and started rolling me from side to side and having discussions that didn't include me and that I wasn't understanding. (My nurses, at every step of the way, were wonderful. The experience was just chaotic.) It turns out Ingrid's heart rate had dropped again. Again, they pumped more fluids, moved me around every few seconds, etc. to try to "make her happy," they said. They were trying to figure out why it was happening.

10:35 AM
The nurse decided with everything going on that she should check me. I was at a 6. They continued exploring their options for about 10 more minutes, rolling me from side to side the whole time. Nothing was working. I remember asking "what is about to happen?" because I had a feeling we were getting to the point where action was necessary. I really have no idea, but it felt that way. The nurse said "sometimes it can happen if you progress too quickly. I'll check you again..."

10:45 AM
She checked me and said "you're complete." I sat straight up and said "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" She said, "you're complete." My main feelings and thoughts at the time were oh my gosh. I just got here. All I wanted to do was rest a few minutes and that still hasn't happened. Now my baby is about to be here and I'll never rest again. Then my adrenaline kicked in and I was ready. I had Ryan text my friends to say I was about to push. That was at 10:49. They then got everything ready, and the action began. Dr. Terry sat on the end of my bed and just asked me to push so he could get a feel for how this was going to go. I said "ok, tell me when and what to do," and he responded with some piece of simple sarcasm to indicate that it was unnecessary for me to say that. Ha. (I chose him as my doctor because I love his personality and his sarcasm. It really did help me throughout the morning. :)) I finally said that I just needed something to do with my arms to help me push. They had me grab the backs of my legs, but that wasn't helping me much. They got out some bars for me to hold onto, and that helped. I looked during one of my last pushes and saw Dr. Terry pulling her out. I didn't know what I was going to see, if anything, so sitting up and seeing her was completely overwhelming. My sister happened to take a picture at that exact moment, and it is the most precious picture to me because I saw it in real life and remember that moment more vividly than any other in my life. In fact, I immediately laid my head back down and covered my face with my hands while I cried.(Congratulations, baby girl. I've never cried at any other special moment in my entire life. Ever.)

11:01 AM
Ingrid was born! 6 pounds, 15 ounces. 18.5 inches. They handed her to me immediately, and we did skin to skin. I loved every second of it and couldn't have asked for anything sweeter. I did ask a couple of times, "is she ok?" because I hadn't heard her cry. They kept assuring me she was. I also freaked out and thought she had teeth at first. Turns out she has a lip tie that goes all the way down, and the division it creates in her gums looked like teeth to me. I think it's the cutest thing. After some time, she pooped all over me, so our time was cut a little short because I called the nurses to come clean us up. :) That night in the hospital, she slept 6 hours straight without waking up to eat. We tried to wake her for 10-15 minutes like the lactation consultant recommended, but she would not wake up to eat, so we let it go and all enjoyed some rest. It wasn't a fluke. She is a wonderful sleeper. I bonded with her instantly, which didn't happen with Owen. I hogged her the whole time we were in the hospital. Actually, I still hog her.

Ingrid Ryan. I love her name. I love her. I love everything about her. She is beautiful. She is sweet. She is so good for my soul.

She stared at me throughout our entire skin-to-skin time.


Ingrid Ryan: 29 Weeks

I'm pregnant again. I just exited a "busy" season of life and am now able to give this baby girl some attention! I say "busy" in quotation marks because I just hate that word and try my best to never use it. I'm 29 weeks and suddenly regretting not keeping up with weekly changes like I did when I was pregnant with Owen. I can't go back, but I can give a current rundown. :)

Photo: 28 weeks
Weeks: Currently 29 weeks + 3 days
Baby: Should be around 3 lbs and 15 inches long, according to my app.
Total weight gain: 14 lbs
Maternity clothes? Mostly maternity
Stretch marks? Not yet
Sleep: I am mostly sleeping well, although reflux started this week and has affected my sleep. I've been taking Doxylamine like I did when I was pregnant with Owen. It helps me sleep!
Favorite moment of the week: I haven't started on her nursery. I have bought her a few outfits, but that's it. Not one thing more. Her room is currently full of boxes or bags of Owen's baby things, and every single day now he goes and visits "sisser's room." He said he wants her to come home so he can show her his play room. 
Miss anything? My energy. Pregnancy is literally having someone inside you sucking the energy out. 
Movement: She moves a lot!
Cravings? None at all
Anything make you queasy or sick? No!! 🙌🙌🙌
Gender: Girl
Labor signs: Nope
Symptoms: Reflux, large belly, can't breathe. I've had this weird heaviness in my arms that comes and goes at random times. I hate it. At my appointment last week, my blood pressure was 108/60. That's probably good, but I think I'm feeling some effects from it because it seems low for being in my third trimester.
Belly button in or out? Out. 
Wedding rings on or off? On
Mood: Normal
Looking forward to: I wasn't expecting to have any sort of baby shower for this baby, but two of my friends and my sister are having one for us next weekend! I don't know if anyone will come, but I'm excited nonetheless. :)
Freak-out moment of the week: I've been pretty relaxed--maybe too much so. See previous comment about having done nothing to prepare despite being due in 10.5 weeks.
Thankful for: I'm so thankful one thousand times over that this is not my first pregnancy. I am not having to spend my time learning about my body, baby gear, labor, etc. I'm even more thankful this isn't my first because my experience with doctors this time has been completely different. I got so spoiled by Dr. Allison when I was pregnant with Owen. I've probably spent a total of 10 minutes with a doctor this whole pregnancy, but luckily my needs are different this time.