One year ago today, I found out I was pregnant. Four months ago today, I popped out this little cutie.
I can almost fit back into all of my pre-preggo pants. There’s still one pair of skinny jeans that is giving me the stink eye and wants all of my organs to show if I try to zip them up. The other ones take an inhale to zip and then loosen up during the day, as jeans are wont to do, thankfully. I weighed myself in the scale in one of the work bathroom and I’m back to pre-preggo weight! But that doesn’t mean much if my hips aren’t done shrinking and and I have a wad of muscles to re-train. (Is it re-training if I didn’t train them to do much in the first place?) I mostly don’t want a waterfall of precious belly skin over the aforementioned jeans. Second-baby-body-bounceback is rough! I’m still waiting to use my Christmas gift card to Anthropologie because I’m not saying for certain, but I might’ve ripped a dress trying one on the other day, and not because I had 1.5 eyes on Eebs in the dressing room and .5 eyes on whether the dress was actually fitting on my body.
As for this BEBE, she is almost 15 pounds (75th percentile), in the 90th for head diameter, and 55th for length (24 in.). Not nearly as tall as her giant sister, but decent and big everywhere else. She’s an eating champ and we’re all finally not plagued by mucus for the first time in months. *knock on wood, for reals*
A2 is rolling over (it’s been about two weeks now), blowing raspberries every waking hour, loving to stand assisted, and drinking chichi leche while rolling over to take a break every other gulp so I spray everywhere. She is playing with toys as well as crinkling and grabbing things with her hands. Her body is more under her control and she slaps or scratches herself in the face less and less. She’s immediately happy when she wakes up and will stop crying just with us making eye contact. After all, she just wants to hang. A2 is comfortable in anyone’s lap, as long as she’s upright and not held like a silly baby. She will nap longest if we nap together. Co-sleeping, I finally understand you. And I love you.
EB loves her sister and asks about her as soon as she comes in the door from school. She wants to hold her and put the paci back in, saying, “It’s ok, honey.” She also wants to bite through A2′s fingers, slap her face, and poke out her eyes, but more of a “how will this make me feel” and less of a “I want to hurt my sister” kind of way. She’s also co-sleeping, but is a much lighter sleeper, so anytime I have to feed A2, Eebs wakes up and either wants to hold hands or hang out and watch in the dark. Hubs has been sleeping (albeit not very well) with EB laying directly on him like he’s a life raft. Poor Hubs.
We are happy, lucky, and healthy. I am exhausted most days, but it’s nothing like the fatigue of being pregnant. Working is great and when I get home from the days in the office, I am met with hugs and excitement, smiles all around. I still have to put A2 down for the night by wearing her, then laying her down on me while I read for a while. Then I sneak her in the swing for the first leg of the night. It’s good having two kids. The crazy is gone. The panic of having a child made of china with a toddler who is a bull in a china shop has diminished significantly.
What a year it’s been, Intertron. What. A. Year.