Baby again

I guess this as good a time as any to tell the new news in our lives. Baby number two is on his way.  I've been cooking this little bun in my oven for almost 6 months now.  The due date is May 4th,  2015. I haven't been taking pictures like I did the first time around.  These are a couple of quick pics my mom took on her phone two months ago.

 You can see something is happening, but the bump is nothing like it is now.  Maybe I'll get around to getting some up-to-date pictures taken off my family and I before the little guy gets here.  Maybe.

The first three months were annoying with all the queasiness and food aversions. I found it very challenging to feed Zoey because I felt like I was gonna throw up if I looked at any food.  I was always exhausted and my stomach and belly hurt constantly.  It's hard to explain, but it felt like my belly was tired from holding all the extra new stuff inside. It doesn't make sense because there wasn't really anything there yet,  but it felt like it. I'll chalk it up to hormones I guess.  Time pressed on though, and the sickness gradually eased up and went away for good by month four. I was feeling way more energy too.  In fact, month four and five weren't bad.

Now month six is getting annoying again, but for different reasons. Mostly just because of this huge stomach I now have.  I have few shirts that cover it, most of which are special maternity shirts.  None of my regular pants fit.  I have maternity pants that stretch over my belly but squish it so bad, it's hardly worth the pain.  I'm just happy that my current boss (my kid) doesn't care if I wear my husband's pajama pants all day.  I already feel short of breath like my lungs are running out of room.  I can only imagine what is in store for the next 3 and a half months.  I'm being a baby though, I know.  I don't have any real problems like high blood pressure or the many other worse things that often accompany pregnancy.  I actually have it very good compared to a lot of other women.

Zoey is already learning to adapt.  She knows that I will only hold her if I'm sitting, lifting her out of her crib, or giving her a piggy back down the stairs (if I'm feeling nice).  She hardly ever even asks anymore because I anyways tell her "I can't hold you, it hurts my tummy." It makes me a little sad. I want to be able to hold her sometimes too. This is just the first of many changes that are going to be happening in zoey's life. I don't want to take away these sweet pleasures, but that's the way life goes I guess. She will be a great big sister.  (picture taken in August)