Today began differently. Eli actually slept until seven, typically he’s been waking up around 5 and 6. Beyond that, though, he’s been such a good sleeper. So, it was Anna that woke me up because her alarm clock woke her. Then Noah woke up. We went downstairs, I made them breakfast. (Anna: Cinnamon Life cereal, Noah: a nutri-grain bar and a banana) I went upstairs to get Eli, I picked him up and he felt very warm. Sure enough, he had a fever.
He’s the sweetest little guy. A fantastic eater. He’s turning into a great sleeper. Now, when I stand by his crib, trying to hold him like a baby to just get in ONE MORE CUDDLE, he pushes me away and just wants to sleep. So, I put him in the crib, he flips onto his belly, props his little bootie in the air, tucks his knees under his belly and falls asleep.
We are officially done nursing.
He’s a walker. And a dancer. A very serious player. He loves to color but mostly, he just loves to hold crayons. (I think it makes him feel old.) He loves food. Especially fruit but he’s a huge fan of carrots and green beans. He blows kisses and gives his stuffed animals hugs. He loves it when you play with his feet, especially if you smell them. That’s his favorite. He loves to visit new places. Like the park. This morning, he and I headed out for some garage sales, I think he pretty much thought that was the best thing ever.
Until he became extra sleepy. So now? He’s sleeping.
He’s such a joy.
I was 19 weeks 3 days when I delivered James and Jake. Today? I’m 19 weeks 3 days. This is a very scary time for me. I’m just waiting for the end, well, I’m not really waiting for it but I’m believing that it could very well suddenly end. I have an appointment on Monday where I can listen to the heartbeat. I’m terrified that I’ll hear the silence that I’ve heard before.
But I’m excited. Excited to hold a squishy baby this fall. Excited to add to our family. Excited to nurse in the middle of the night.
Next week, we find out the gender of this little one. All of us in the room, together, including Eli, hearing that yes “this baby looks wonderful.” (we hope and pray, so hard) and also “it’s a ——-!” (we think it’s a boy, Anna prays it’s a girl.) (Yes, I’ll tell you the gender, probably next week.)
Today, I found Pottery Barn crib bedding at a garage sale. Perfect condition and beautifully neutral. I bought it. That? Was a leap of faith.
Just like this pregnancy.
Happy Friday, everyone.