Pregnancy Journal: 12 Weeks

This was 12 weeks exactly... The shirt doesn't really show the little belly I have!

This was 12 weeks exactly… The shirt doesn’t really show the little belly I have!

12 weeks in, and I’m FINALLY posting one of these! I actually have (most of) them written from the last few weeks, but I haven’t downloaded the pictures and therefore they haven’t gotten posted on here. #secondchildproblems

I cannot believe we’re a third of the way to Baby #2. Last time, it felt like ages at this point until we were going to get to meet our sweet Matthew. This time? Holy cow. I can’t believe we only have 28 weeks left… I feel like we should have SO much to do, but honestly, there are so few things we need for this baby. All I really need to do is find clothes if it’s a girl and decorate a nursery. The scariest part is knowing what’s coming this time– the sleepless nights, the nursing, the possibility of another c-section recovery. It’s exciting, too, though. We can’t wait to see our little man be a big brother or the pups having another one to protect (they both come to get me every time Matthew cries in his room). So, I thought it would be fun to do some questions every week just to track the progress of this pregnancy.

How far along: 12.5 weeks

Total weight gain: 4 pounds

Baby is the size of a: Plum

Maternity clothes: I’ve been wearing mostly maternity pants, and switching between normal shirts and maternity ones. Definitely most comfortable in dresses when it’s warm enough!

Stretch marks: No new ones!

Sleep: Now that I’m off the progesterone, I’m feeling a little less hormonal and crazy, but I’m also not getting the perk of it acting like Tylenol PM and knocking me out. I’ve had some WEIRD dreams (may need to turn those into a post) which mean I wake up a lot at night.

Best moment of the week: Hearing our little peanut’s heartbeat. I’ll admit it, I nearly cried.

Miss anything: My apple pie liquor from Little Rock. It’s like dessert in a glass!

Movement: Not yet, but I’ve heard it happens sooner with #2 so I’m hoping for soon!

Food cravings: Salad. Veggie sandwiches. Perrier with a splash of juice. Milk. I don’t know who I am anymore.

Anything making you queasy or sick: Thankfully, I’m mostly back to feeling okay now that we’re hitting the 2nd trimester. I do have an aversion to most sweet things (for example, I ate an entire bowl of strawberries last night without chocolate syrup or sugar).

Have you started to show yet: Yup! I used to think it was all bloat but I’m thinking it’s officially a baby belly!

Gender: Don’t know yet, but it’s KILLING me to know.

Labor signs: Thank goodness, no.

Belly button– in or out: In

Wedding rings– on or off: On

Happy or moody most of the time: A little of both, probably because Ryan is gone for a couple of months (but Matthew and I going to go play in Miami for a week for my birthday/Mother’s Day!)

Looking forward to: A vacation that ISN’T to see someone we’re related to (our first since our honeymoon) and some time playing on the beach with my two boys.

My Jet-Setting Family

The last week has been NUTS in our house. We’ve been running around, trying to get as much heavy lifting done as possible before I’m solo for a couple of months. Why am I going to be solo parenting? Because my amazing husband got a call from Atlas Air, a huge cargo company, and was asked to be a 747 pilot! So, as of Saturday, he’s in Miami, training to be a hotshot pilot (again). I’m so super proud of him. He’s worked incredibly hard the last year to make sure we’re all cared for and happy, and I’m just so thankful that he’s finally gotten a call that will not only pay the bills, but make him happy and have him doing what he loves to do: fly big planes all over the world.

Friday, the middlest sister, Meagan, and her Ryan (affectionately referred to as “Skinny White Ryan” in our family) flew in from DFW. It was absolutely amazing getting some time with them, especially since she and I have never hung out in my own house without the parents around. It’s pretty cool being grown-ups (even if making decisions this weekend was not our strong suit). Matthew is absolutely smitten by his aunt, and even got to where he’d go hug on Ryan, too!

Bud’s first and only requirement for the weekend (beyond corrupting her nephew as much as possible) was to see Lincoln. So, we headed there first and took plenty of pics!

Laying on Lincoln

Bud and Mattman at Lincoln Cait and Bud at Lincoln

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Matching Tshirts at Lincoln

For those who don’t know, Meagan had matching shirts made for Matthew and her last year and this year (to continue for eternity). How cute are they?!

 

Sunday was spent laying around in the morning, and then we went to the Dulles Air and Space Museum. Matthew, of course, LOVED it (other than the two rounds of time-out he got when he threw a fit… Yay 2?!). Monday, we had the morning and early afternoon to play, so we went downtown to the Natural History Museum. Matthew thought it was great, but was definitely most in love with the fish (Thanks a lot, Nemo). In fact, he spent most of the rest of the museum asking to go back– at least until he fell asleep. As Bud said, he got the power napping gene from her.Up the Stairs Lions Power NapAfterwards, we walked around the White House and over to one of Ryan’s and my favorite restaurants, Founding Farmers, where we had far too much to eat before we hopped on a train, picked up the car, and left to drop them off at the airport. Matthew was not a happy camper when he figured out that Auntie Meggy and Ryan weren’t getting back in the car, but a little Happy Feet (“Hoppyeeeet”) and snuggles with Mama got him to settle down and fall asleep. I have to admit, I was pretty darn sad to have her leave, too.

 

Matthew’s First Baseball Game

Family Photo Baseball GameWith Daddy leaving for 2 months soon, we decided to take Matthew to his first baseball game (mostly so that when Granddaddy visits, we can go without Dad feeling like he’s missing a milestone). My BFFFFFFFF from college, Stef, was in town visiting, and it was SO fun to get to go with her since that was our favorite thing to do in college: go watch our Bobcats play at the gorgeous new diamond! That meant there was exactly one day that would work. It was cold, it was rainy, it was a blast. We were a little worried about whether Matthew would sit through an entire game, especially in the cold, but the kid LOVED it. We ended up leaving at the end of the 8th to beat the crowds to the train, but even so, he would have been completely fine all the way through if we had stayed.

 

Sweet Tea and Stef Baseball GameStef and I brought cans of sweet tea and a big bag of peanuts to every game. Technically, this might or might not be against the rules for the Nats ballpark, buuuut apparently, if you have a backpack, they check it, and you say “it’s a lot of baby crap” they chuckle and let it through. Whoops.

Matthew learned to yell “Charge!” and punch his fist after the music plays. In fact, he STILL does it randomly around the house or in the car. He also danced every time music came on for the players or in between innings. Apparently he does have some of his daddy in him (not that you could tell by looking at him or anything)!

 

 

Future Catcher Baseball GameOf course, there’s always some kind of a race at a baseball game, right? Well, in the nation’s capital, it’s a bunch of creepy looking presidents running around and eating red dirt. Can’t say I hated watching Washington fall flat on his face, though!

Matthew took to sitting like this for a lot of the time… We’ve decided he may be a catcher when he grows up. We’re just going to pray he didn’t get Mama’s knees. It would be even better if he were a pitcher, though, considering his southpaw tendencies thus far. Mama and Daddy would be totally good with being parents to an MLB player!

 

 

Plastic Hat Baseball GameWe partook in plenty of delicious ballpark snacks. Matthew couldn’t handle the peanut shells on the floor (my poor little OCD kiddo), but he did love a bite of our hotdog and the cotton candy. His favorite, though, was the popcorn that came in a plastic bucket hat. Not only is popcorn his all-time favorite snack, but the hat was a huge hit, too!

After the game, we had one tired little kid. On the train home, he fell asleep leaned up against Daddy. We passed him over the seat so he could sleep on my chest, and even after we got up, off the train, and out into the cold, drizzle, and wind, he was STILL asleep the whole walk to the car.

Tired Matthew after Baseball Game

Tangy Chicken Piccata Recipe

Chicken Piccata RecipeI’m always looking for meals that are tasty and easy. One of our favorites around here is chicken piccata. Maybe it’s our thing for crazy-bold flavors (we do nothing subtle in this house), but we absolutely love this stuff. It’s tangy, salty, just slightly creamy, and includes carbs. Uh… Basically my perfect meal.

This one looks and sounds fancy, but the truth is, it’s one of the easiest meals we make. Add in some balsamic roasted asparagus, caprese, or a great spinach salad, and you have a gorgeous, healthy meal for your family. Not to mention, it’s cheap! The most expensive part is the capers, but you use so few that even that keeps it cost-effective so even on tax day, we can justify this one!

Recipe:

2 chicken breasts, sliced in half lengthwise

1 cup flour

1/2 T oregano

1/2 T basil

2 eggs, beaten

3/4 c lemon juice

1 T capers

1 T minced garlic

2 T half and half

angel hair pasta (we usually use half a box, but however much you’d like is fine!)

olive oil

salt and pepper, to taste

  1. Pre-heat your oven to 350*.
  2. Heat enough olive oil in a pan to just cover the bottom– you’re not deep-frying, you’re pan frying. Do this over medium high heat.
  3. Mix the basil, oregano, salt, and pepper with the flour on a plate.
  4. Salt and pepper your chicken breasts. Dredge them in the egg and then the flour.
  5. Place them in the pan, making sure not to overcrowd it.
  6. Once one side is brown, flip it, and brown the other.
  7. When that side is browned, pull it out and put it in the oven on non-stick foil if it’s not cooked all the way through. This will keep it juicy without burning the crust.
  8. Once you’ve cooked all the chicken, scrape that brown goodness off the bottom and add the lemon juice, capers, garlic, and half and half. Let it simmer for a few minutes to thoroughly combine the flavors.
  9. Meanwhile, cook your pasta (4 minutes for al dente angel hair pasta, which is our favorite).
  10. Place the pasta and chicken on your plate and pour some (or a lot, if you’re us) sauce over it.

Baby #2 Update

Baby Gavina 2 8 WeeksAfter yesterday’s post, I’m sure y’all understand why it’s taken so long to update you on our sweet baby. Thankfully, we have nothing but good news to share! At 8 weeks, 4 days, we had our follow-up ultrasound to make sure everything was still going well. Baby had a heartbeat of 180 and looked like a little person! Matthew was enthralled by the heartbeat and see baby brother or sister on the screen (even if he had no idea what he was looking at). He or she was measuring the same as a few weeks ago, a couple of days shy of an actual Halloween due date, but we’re sticking with it so apparently we have a thing for holiday due dates (Matthew was Valentine’s Day)!

I’m now 11 weeks, 3 days. I can hardly believe how quickly this pregnancy is flying by. I know all second-time mamas say that, but holy cow. I’ve been so busy with toddler, house, flying back to Texas, etc. that I haven’t had time to even really daydream about this one since I generally pass out before I have time to think in the evenings! He or she definitely reminds me a lot, though, that they’re in there. I’ve been queasy a lot (thankfully only sick a few times), exhausted beyond belief, out of breath, up a lot at night, the usual. I can’t wait to start feeling him or her moving, and I REALLY can’t wait for Matthew to start feeling his baby brother or sister. Our next appointment (the day after tomorrow) will be pretty mundane, hopefully, with just a listen to the heartbeat and a turn-down of the genetic testing.

Moose and Chewie definitely know I’m pregnant again. Moose is my shadow, to the point of driving me up the wall. He lays under my feet anytime I sit down and follows me every second of every day around the house. Chewie is laying on top of me as I type like he hasn’t since I was pregnant with Matthew. It’s sweet, but now that I have the toddler all over me all day, I really just want my SPACE at night (other than from Ryan… still a pretty big fan of him).

I’ll do bump updates soon… I’ve been taking the pictures every week (except last week, when I was in Texas– it felt too weird to take one in what I was wearing to Pawpaw’s funeral) and writing updates. I just haven’t had time to combine the pictures with the posts! Soon, I hope… Although I also have some ideas that I’d like to write about that are a little more content-driven than essentially the same info every week (because let’s be honest, things don’t change THAT quickly). We’ll see!

The Hardest Week of My Life

I haven’t shared some of the most important things going on in our family for the past few months. Part of the reason was privacy for my family members, but a big part of it was I simply didn’t know how to do those people justice. There’s been a lot of hurting, but there’s been a lot more loving. I’m blessed with a family that pulls together when times get hard, does anything they can for one another, and cares for not just those who are sick, but those who are closest to them, too.

My beautiful cousins, aunt, and uncle

My beautiful cousins, aunt, and uncle

It began in August, when my sweet Aunt Dianna was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She’s a fighter, and we knew she’d do everything she could to stay here with her husband, daughters, and grand babies. Aunt Dianna is one of the most beautiful, caring women I’ve ever been blessed to meet, and to have her as my aunt is one of the greatest things that could happen to a girl. There simply aren’t words to do her sparkling personality justice. She and my uncle met when they were kids– she’s as much a sister to my mom as she’s ever had. Every Thanksgiving, we would go over to her house the night before for chicken tetrazzini (because what self-respecting American family DOESN’T cram as much poultry into the holiday as possible?) and sit around and talk. It was the perfect way to spend a night together as a family, without worrying about getting a ton of food ready (or who the Cowboys were playing the next day– Aunt Dianna was the most devoted Cowboys fan I’ve ever met). A few weeks ago, she was told that there wasn’t anything more they could do, so she spent what time she had left as much time at home with her amazing husband and sweet girls as she could. Aunt Dianna was promoted to glory on Palm Sunday, surrounded by the people who loved her most.

Eating Tex-Mex with Awmaw last week

Eating Tex-Mex with Awmaw last week

In November, Awmaw (my dad’s mom) was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer as well. She had colon cancer when I was a freshman in high school, fought it, won, and has spent the last decade in remission. Cancer came back as inoperable pancreatic, and she’s still fighting. She spent Christmas in the hospital, and moved in with my Aunt Linda in Austin afterwards. Awmaw is my rock. She’s been there for absolutely everything in my life, from the big things– birthdays, my wedding, the day my sweet son was born– to the little things– playing in the rain with my sister as little girls, building bug and lizard homes on the ranch, so many concerts, games, and just day-to-day life. When something exciting happens, like finding out I’m pregnant, she’s the first one I call, after my parents and sisters. She’s flown out to see every house I’ve ever lived in, until this one. She is head-over-heels in love with my little man and is always up for an adventure with us, whether it’s outside to play with chalk or to SnoBeach to satisfy our sweet tooth and ice addictions (two things I blame her for). I have a recipe box in my kitchen full of recipes from our family and her own personal box that she gave me for my wedding. Awmaw was the one who let me play in the kitchen and taught me to cook. She keeps telling me that I’m a much better cook than she is, but some of my favorite things to cook are hers. The vegetable beef soup I made our first night in our new house? Her recipe, and one of our favorites. Messes didn’t bother her, and licking the beaters was a must (raw eggs be damned). Teasing her is one of my sisters and my favorite pastimes (and she really shouldn’t have given us her Facebook profile password, as her profile pic tends to get changed).

One of the most handsome men I was blessed to dance with on my wedding day

One of the most handsome men I was blessed to dance with on my wedding day

In December, Pawpaw fell one night while Awmaw was in the hospital in Kerrville, and needed surgery to repair his femur. Afterwards, he went into rehab, and eventually into an assisted living facility. He fell twice since then, once needing surgery again, once a couple of weeks ago. This man doted on the three of us girls and adored his great grandson. The only times I remember him yelling at us were when he was scared we’d get hurt– getting in a dog’s face, using a gun improperly, riding the 3-wheeler unsafely. He wasn’t one to come into the city (although he did, for big things like Christmas and some of our concerts), but he loved us so, so deeply. He absolutely loved it when we’d come out to the ranch, and spent hours patiently teaching us to shoot guns or catch fish with my dad, building us a treehouse with my mom, or just playing in the creek. One day, when I was probably 7 or 8 and on the ranch with Awmaw and Pawpaw by myself, he took me for a walk before dinner, not using the roads. After we were a ways from the house, he looked at me and said “Get us home.” Looking back, I think it was partly because he loved to mess with us, but also because it was his way of making sure I could make it home from anywhere on the ranch, making sure I’d be safe to go play on my own. Pawpaw passed away 3 weeks ago, a week before Aunt Dianna, after seeing his sweet wife that afternoon.

Matthew and I flew to Texas last week for two reasons: Aunt Dianna’s funeral on Thursday, and Pawpaw’s on Saturday. Aunt Dianna’s memorial was amazing, with her girls, sons-in-law, and husband each sharing stories that made us laugh and remember what a special lady she was. I couldn’t think of a better time for their memorials. “Pawpaw’s Country,” as we called it as little girls, was covered in bluebonnets, Indian paintbrush, and other wildflowers. It was his favorite time of year because the land he loved so much is breathtakingly beautiful.

Our family will take any and all prayers you can muster, but I’m asking for them especially for my uncle and cousins as they celebrate and grieve their wife and mama, the other half of my family as we grieve a man who loved us deeply, and that Awmaw can continue to build her strength and fight this terrible disease. The plan was to run a 5k in June here for Purple Stride, which helps raise awareness and money to find a cure for pancreatic cancer. We’re still waiting on the okay from my OB since I’m high-risk, but if I can’t do it this year, I’ll certainly be doing it next year, in honor of two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever known.

Update on Baby #2

Update on Baby Gavina #2On Friday, we had our first sonogram. I have to say, I was a basket case beforehand. I was terrified that we’d go in, and not see a heartbeat, as we have so many times before. Ryan, Matthew, and I went back into the room, and she tried doing an abdominal sonogram. She measured a bunch of things, but couldn’t see the baby or heartbeat. We knew this was a possibility, but there was still a big part of me that was trying not to panic. She sent me out to leave my sample, and came back in to try a transvaginal.

The tech was quickly able to find the sac, and the little peanut inside. The sound of that 127 beats per minute was one of the greatest sounds I’ve ever heard, second only to Matthew’s cry in the delivery room. Baby measured 6 weeks, 2 days (making it a November 4th due date), but because it was only 4 days shy of what we thought I should be, they’re leaving me as a 10/31 due date! So, we’ve now had one baby due on Valentine’s Day, and a second due on Halloween. How fun is that?!

We go back next Friday for another sonogram, just to make sure everything is still okay. Based on the queasiness, exhaustion, and total lack of pretty much any food sounding good, I’m not overly worried about it. I’m just enjoying our time with this little peanut, and praying that we get to bring it home to harass its big brother for a long, long time.

What Oils? Wednesday: Whisper

Normally, I write the What Oils? Wednesday posts, trying to share what oils are best for a ton of aspects of your lives. Well, chatting with one of my dear friends, Vanessa, she mentioned that she LOVES Whisper so I asked her to write a post for me about why. Y’all, this might be my new favorite WOW post. Without further ado, Vanessa!

 

What Oils? Wednesday- WhisperThis may not seem like a topic necessarily suitable for a family-friendly blog, right? But, uh, I’d like to think we all know how those families are made. So, let’s just skip all the fidgety awkwardness and the embarrassed shuffling of feet and shifting of eyes and get right down to it.

Married couples have sex.

Or at least they should.

It’s kind of a big deal, and a good thing — something that bonds, connects and unites us. It strengthens us in our partnership, so we can be the best foundation for our family — whether that family is just the two of us or if we have a few (or more than a few) youngins running around.

But life is crazy — no matter the number of kids. We’re busy. We’re stressed. We’re tired. And all of these are mood killers. Add into it that the female brain doesn’t turn off (so we can turn on… eh, eh, see what I did there?), and our mind seems to go haywire the more we try to calm it down. Needless to say, getting all romantic and loving on our man can be tricky, frustrating and difficult.

Pssst. There’s an oil for that.

In this case, an oil blend called Whisper.

I know, I know. I was a bit skeptical, too. Oils have been hit or miss for me — some being awesome, others being meh. So when I saw this tiny bottle and the attached price point, I was a bit wary.

But then again… I figured, what the hey. Even if it does nothing, it should at least smell good.

First off, it smells divine. Like heaven in a bottle. No joke. It’s calming, relaxing, soothing, and somehow energizing all at the same time — quieting anxiety while waking up the libido.

How? Well, shoot. I’m not an expert. I just know it works. A bit on the wrist, the neck, your pillow… maybe in a bubble bath. Or if you have one of those nifty diffusers, move that sucker to the bedroom and woohoo. Bow-chicka-wow-wow.

I mean, it’s got to be more enjoyable than raw oysters (totally not my thing), right? And if it doesn’t work, at least it smells good.

 

Vanessa is a wife to a helicopter pilot and a mom to three young kids, while juggling a full-time job and full-time blog. She’s used doTERRA oils off and on for the past 3 years and counts Whisper, Past Tense, and Deep Blue among her favorites. Catch her over at Bible, Beer, and Babies.

Cupcake Celebration

Matthew’s birthday was full of family and friends. We were so blessed to have so many people who love our little man as much as we do, surrounding him for his big day. His best little buddy, Belle, turned 2 two weeks after he did, so we had a joint cupcake-candle-celebration/cryfest after his baptism. If you recall, Matthew’s cake did not go well the last time. This time, though, it was quite the hit!

We ordered the cupcakes from a local bakery, Sweet Treets, in Austin, and ohmygosh. They were AMAZING. We got dairy-free chocolate (that didn’t taste dairy free at all), lemon with raspberry filling, and Italian creme. I’m a sucker for coconut and pecans, so that one was absolutely my favorite. The lemon with raspberry was SO good. Tart, but still sweet enough to be classified as a cupcake, and the filling. Oh, the filling. The chocolate was everything a chocolate cupcake should be and more (and completely safe for his birthday buddy!).

He loved having play time with his aunts, godparents, grandparents, great grandparents, great aunt and great uncle… oh, and Mama and Daddy, too, I guess. It’s rare that he gets that much family in one place, and he absolutely ate it up. We are still so unbelievably thankful for our family and our friends-turned-family, and it’s one of the things we’re missing the most about moving halfway across the country.

Matthew and Belle had slightly different opinions of birthday cupcakes

Matthew and Belle had slightly different opinions of birthday cupcakes

Mama had to blow out the candles

Mama had to blow out the candles

Notsomuch for Belle

Notsomuch for Belle

First bite went far better than last year!

First bite went far better than last year!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy little kid!

Happy little kid!

Update on Our Family

Because there's still someone missing from this unbearably sweet picture...

Because there’s still someone missing from this unbearably sweet picture…

We’re FINALLY in the house, and almost settled. The house is so close to being unpacked, we’re starting to make friends, and Ryan has started work in Martinsburg and been working on finding a job with a major airline. He’ll be on orders for 3 months, so he’ll be gone Monday through Friday for the next three months, leaving me at home to finish unpacking, decorating, and taking care of our 2 year old and the two idiots dogs. That’s not nearly enough on my plate, so we thought we’d add another little surprise to our family, too!

That’s right– on Wednesday night, I was charting, realized I was on Day 33, and figured I’d take a test so I could sleep without wondering. I fully expected it to come up negative (I HAVE been under a LITTLE stress the last few weeks), and instead, I was surprised with an 11PM instantaneous dark pink line. What?!

We’re beyond thrilled, to say the least. We had decided to think about trying again once we were settled, but obviously God thought “House? Check. Alrighty, that counts as settled!” I ran into our bathroom where Ryan was getting ready for bed, giggling like a schoolgirl. He couldn’t believe it either. I don’t think I stopped giggling and staring at the test for an hour. So much for getting myself to sleep!

So, Thursday morning, I called my old OB to finally find out the results from the progesterone/estrogen blood work I had done over a month ago. They couldn’t find the tests anywhere. Awesome. Thankfully, he called in the progesterone for me anyway, since it won’t hurt and might help. He also had me start on baby aspirin, even though we’ve ruled out several of the most common blood issues, just in case.

I also picked a new OB off the list on TriCare’s website. I wanted one with several OBs so that if I really didn’t like my doctor, I could switch without having to switch practices entirely. When I called this new office, the lady who does the registration asked if I knew anything about their practice. I admitted that I was just trying to find one because of my history, and she started telling me about it. Y’all, they’re Catholic-based, won’t do abortions, don’t provide contraception (unless it’s to help with something besides family planning), etc. Come to find out at my appointment, they helped get the Austin practice I was going to up and running! So not only did I just pick someone off the list, I picked the only one in the DC area that has everything I was hoping for in an OB, but didn’t think I’d find. To seal the deal, on our way to my appointment on Tuesday, a block before we got to the office was a Chuy’s! If that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is.

We met with my new OB on Tuesday. He’s absolutely amazing. Because I’m only 5 weeks 5 days now (5 and 3 at the appointment), he scheduled me for an ultrasound for next Friday. I got blood drawn to confirm the pregnancy, and he said he wants to throw the book at this pregnancy once he talks to my old OB in Austin. I’m currently taking progesterone, baby aspirin, prenatal vitamins, and extra folic acid (because it can help with some pregnancy complications, as well as just help baby’s development).

I still can’t believe we’re expecting another baby. This one is certainly making its little self known, however, seeing as I’m queasy almost all day long, unless I’m sipping on lemonade or asleep. I’m also completely exhausted, and let me tell you, those 3 floors in our house are KILLING me. As hard as it is to take care of the house, unpack, and play with our sweet (very energetic) little man, solo, with the symptoms, it’s comforting to know that my hormone levels are high enough to be causing me to HAVE symptoms. I’m just thanking God every single day that He has given me this sweet baby to take care of, no matter how long we’re blessed to have him or her in our life. We will, of course, take all the prayers, thoughts, and good wishes you can muster!