So it's probably about time for me to circle back to two posts ago where I left you hanging with the news that Baby B is going to be a big brother! We are very excited about this new addition to our family, especially now that I am pulling out of first trimester yuckiness. If you are interested in hearing my thoughts on these past couple months, read on; if not, skip to the following paragraph.
If you have seen the movie
Love Actually, do you remember the scene where the adorable, blue-eyed little drummer boy asks Liam Neeson's character what could be worse than the "total agony of being in love?" Well I'll tell you little man - it's the total agony of first trimester pregnancy. I didn't even have it all that bad relatively speaking. I didn't get sick that often, although my appetite disappeared completely and we all ate terribly for a few weeks because I didn't feel like food shopping or cooking (even though I was hungry all the time). It certainly didn't help that my fridge and oven broke too. And I was exhausted, of course. Although I can't complain about that too much because I did get to nap everyday while the boys napped. I got very tired of wanting to tell people the exciting news but not wanting to, and of experiencing pregnancy symptoms that can be totally normal but can also be totally not normal. I remember thinking last time I was pregnant, or maybe somebody said this to me, that pregnancy is fantastic practice for parenthood because you care so deeply for your child and want to understand what's going on, but you have absolutely no clue and no control. Ah well. Here we are at 13 weeks along and so far everything is fine. Except for my normal clothes are starting to not fit, but I don't quite fit into maternity clothes yet...like I said - agony.
Aside from the fourth heartbeat now blessing our house, we are also all wonderfully excited for Christmas! Hubby T and I scored big time with our tree this year. We were planning to drive the 30 minutes down to Costco to buy a $28 tree (the best deal we've found) but decided to pull into the church 5 minutes from our house and see how much their trees were. Only $10 more! Totally worth it to avoid the hour drive plus the proceeds the church makes from Christmas tree sales support their local missions programs. Talk about tidings of comfort and joy:)
Baby B has done a great job of not touching the tree, too much. I put "his" ornaments down low, so he'll still finger them a little bit. For the most part he's good about leaving the tree alone, which I really appreciate. We have a surprisingly large number of Christmas books for Baby B's enjoyment, not quite sure how that happened, but he's devouring them nonetheless. His favorites, so far, are the Berenstein Bears Meet Santa Bear, Clifford's First Christmas, and Little Critter's Merry Christmas Mom & Dad. We need to work a story that tells the actual Christmas story in there somehow. He loves the lights that we put up around the house. As soon as I plug in the Christmas tree lights in the morning he runs over to the fire place and tells me I need to plug in the "uder (other) lights." I've been able to do Christmas shopping and wrapping in front of him this year, so I'm enjoying that while it lasts. We haven't baked any Christmas cookies yet, maybe this weekend.
I'll leave you with a few pictures from our walk through Christmasy CW this morning. Plans to go with a friend fell through (my fault, stupid Facebook) so I decided to entertain myself by posing the boys in front of the CW decorations, or at least trying to. Taking pictures of CW Christmas decorations is a "thing," there were a lot of photographers around, and although I generally don't have a clue what I'm doing when I snap a picture, I'm pretty sure my pictures turned out better than everyone else's:)
