I’m not good at not whining about being pregnant. I’m practicing, but it’s hard. After Isaac was born, even not sleeping, moving internationally with a fresh c section scar, I remember repeatedly thinking, “At least I’m not pregnant!” Well whatever, the big day will come a week from Monday, if not sooner.
So Chris is at sea somewhere. We especially miss Chris on weekends, of course, but I think underway weekends are so much better with a tot around to keep the house lively. Today we actually explored somewhere new. Sometimes I secretly judge people who won’t go somewhere just because they haven’t been there before. Well that’s been me the past two months, and I was starting to judge myself.
The best part of living here is all the playmates. Isaac has more social time than he ever has, which means I do, too! Easiest moving transition ever. I’ve never moved somewhere and known MORE people than I did where I left—fantastic! See, so many great things about living here, I just have to cut off the blog posts before I get whiney.
I hate belly pictures. But here is one: 38+ weeks. Since we lost the baby I was pregnant with right before this one, it feels like I’ve been pregnant much, MUCH longer than 38 weeks…because I have been. COME OUT, BABY! Isaac has finally started saying on his own, “I want a baby sister.” What else is she waiting for?! The leaves are changing, the weather is gorgeous, her older brother is on board, heck—Dad will probably make it to the hospital in time; this is as good as it gets, kiddo! Fly the coop!