It's been a few since my last update. I've been wanting to post pics and now I can't get my email to load them to then get them to my blog. If I were really un-lazy, I'd get the good ones off the camera. I'm so bad at that. In all honesty, I would do so much better with a normal sized (non-fancy schmancy zoom) camera that I could plug directly into my computer. But such a camera does not currently exist in this household. So I'm left with my phone or the fancy schmancy zoom camera. And my phone works great for feeding my lazyness, except that my email won't load the pics at this current moment. So, I'm promising some pictures on here by the end of the week. Until then, you can be wooed with my words (which are not quite as cute as my kids).
In approximately ten weeks I shall have a baby. I'm going to be honest and say...I'm completely freaked out. Everyone...and I mean EVERYONE is telling me that baby number three is so much harder than number one or two. SIGH. I think I would have preferred being nieve and thinking three would be as easy as adding the second (which was so much easier than the first for me). I'm focusing on finding pleasure in feeling our sweet girl move and kick and hiccup rather than being stressed at how difficult this could possibly be.
And physically, I am definitely worn out. Chasing my son to catch him from wandering into the street pretty much doesn't happen. I get there as soon as I can, and thank the Lord we don't have a busy street, cause this momma cannot hurry. My body hurts every morning and I am continually reminded of what an elderly person must feel like. I am so so sorry for those who will wake with chronic pain for the rest of their lives, as I only have to endure it for ten more weeks. And let me tell you that pubic bone pain does in fact get worse with each pregnancy. Good gracious. I feel like someone punched me there one thousand times and then kicked me a hundred more. But I'm thankful my body is doing it's job of labor/delivery preparation. Thank you, body! Keep up the good work! And I really do try not to complain because I am SO SO thankful for the sweet blessing growing inside me. So so so very thankful.
I feel blessed for the opportunity to watch my kiddos change and grow and develop personalities. Mira is definitely three. And by that, I mean, whoever coined the term "terrible twos" did not have a three year old. This has been the most challenging age for me. Yesterday I wanted to eat my weight in chocolate after asking Mira to do something and always hearing either "you do it" or "I don't want to". Now I know why parents say "I don't care what you want!". While I didn't respond that way, I often find it difficult to know how exactly to respond. I need a good parenting book for a three year old. Sheesh. However, her sweetness and politeness and caring for others outweigh the stressful times. Like when I dropped my phone yesterday and she promptly picked it up, brushed it off, handed it to me and said, "here mommy". Melt my heart. I always always praise her for such sweetness. I had to smile when a couple of days ago she asked Isaiah if he was okay after he fell down, and another day when she accidentally bumped his head and she said, "I'm so sorry brother. Are you ok? I didn't mean to bonk your head." So so sweet.
When I went in for my first OB appointment with Elliana, I told my doc that Isaiah was such an easy baby that we decided to have another. She laughed and told me she would ask me that when he's 15 months. So I pretty much blame her every time he throws a tantrum. I honestly forgot what a 15 month old was like. He has throwing a fit down to an art form. BUT, he has a sweet disposition and loooooves to cuddle. Several times daily, he buries his face in my chest like he's hugging me. I can't get enough of his sweetness.
I love watching Mira and Isaiah play chase and share their toys. Siblings are so much fun and I am so thankful that God has allowed me to take on such an awesome responsibility. Sometimes it's scary to think how much influence I have on these tiny little people! Please, Lord, let me do things the way You want them done!
2 comments:
I've never actually heard anything about the third being the hardest. I would assume the first would be because you're new at it all and freaked out, but that's just me. You are a pro at this now Gigi, even if you don't always feel like it. Moms who juggle more than one young kid at a time are stronger than most people and you will be able to handle three better than you think. I can't believe she's almost here!!
You can do it! ONLY ten more weeks - shift and reframe? I've heard that about the 3rd, too, but as Dr. Stephens says, when they're so close in age, they don't know life without each other, and it can be easier to transition/share/etc.
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