I love my little turkey so completely that my heart aches when I look at him. When he smiles at me or calls my name, my heart bursts. I can physically feel my overwhelming love for him. He’s always had all of me. Now, I smile at the little kicks in my belly and I worry. The sequel deserves all of me too but the turkey doesn’t deserve any less of me. And suddenly I’m hyperventilating and crying because I don’t know if I’ll be mom enough for both of these precious blessings. I don’t want either of them to ever question my love for them.

Hubby felt a kick! That’s a full four weeks earlier than he felt last time 😀

First rolls big enough to feel with my hand! I can’t wait until hubby and the turkey can feel them too!

3 Apr 2016

it’s good to be home after a trip to the mountains with the in-laws.  the turkey had a great time playing with grandparents and aunts/uncles/cousins.  i’m just worn out.

Today was the first day I could feel real kicks and rolls, not just imperceptible flutters. From barely noticeable gas bubbles yesterday to a “kick me” sign on my bladder today. Just in time for out check up tomorrow.

I think I felt the sequel for the first time tonight. *squee* I can’t wait to feel all those feels again!

finally starting to feel good again. thank you, second trimester!

10 Mar 2016

i’m just constantly amazed at the vocabulary that the turkey is building, without us even prompting him.  this week, he started identifying “cow” and associating them with “moo”, saying “apple” clear as day, and last night he came out of nowhere with “turtle”.  today, he said his first color word… “purple”.  i think he may be trying to butter me up for something 😉  i know there will be a day when i’ll just want him to stop talking but, right now, i think it’s the most adorable thing ever to see him making connections and verbalizing them and then getting so proud of himself for it.  i love it!

oh good gravy.  just kill me now.  having the flu is miserable.  having the flu when you’re already suffering morning sickness is just plain cruel.  it’s been a rough week with hubby and i both running fevers and feeling like something stuck to the bottom of a giant’s shoe.  my while i only dealt with nausea with the turkey, i’ve actually been getting sick with the sequel and this week it has been much worse.  the poor turkey has been looking at us all week like “is someone going to take care of me around here?” somehow, hubby is managing to function better than me so he’s been picking up a lot of my slack.  all i want to do is curl up and die until this is over.

25 Feb 2016

it’s bad enough that there are no sick days in parenthood, but what the heck do you do when you and your spouse are both sick?  apparently, we’re going to find out.  i woke up yesterday morning in Alabama with chills and aches that could only mean i was wracked with fever.  as we were packing to head home, hubby started feeling the same.  since the turkey is not quite tall enough to see over the steering wheel yet, we were forced to suck it up and make the long drive home, fever and all.  i say “we” – and really, i did make several genuine offers – but it was all my hubby.  i don’t even know how the heck he did it.  i spent the whole six hours squirming around my seat moaning in pain and misery.  it was possibly the worse drive of my life.  i don’t see how he made it.  this morning i’m feeling ten times more horrible.  and, naturally, so is he.  and yet i’m getting ready to put the turkey down for a nap and go back to bed while he’s sitting there working.  either i’m a huge wimp or he’s got some fever-coping super powers.