As I was loading the dishwasher this morning, I had two thoughts (aside from the obvious “I wish I wasn’t loading the dishwasher” thought). One, was that I should take some time today to get started on my WordPress blog. I took the day off of work today because of a persistent migraine, and I’m never one to just sleep an entire day away. The second thought was that the majority of things that I was loading into the dishwasher were baby bottles, sippy cups, snack pods, and coffee mugs. What a wonderful little snapshot of what our life is about right now. No baking dishes, no ramekins. No ceramic plates, no wine glasses. Just baby stuff and caffeine delivery systems.
My husband (The Captain) and myself have a darling, luminous, frighteningly intelligent sixteen month old, whom I’ll refer to as Pumpkin. My pregnancy with her came unexpectedly (though yes, we do know what the consequence is when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much), and the pregnancy and the first sixteen months of life with this little girl have been thrilling, if tiring. I didn’t do any blogging during my pregnancy with Pumpkin; in fact, this is the first blog that will chronicle my life with her, and she is nearly a year and a half old. I did make frequent Facebook posts that I hope to transcribe to this blog, when I find the time.
I’m also currently pregnant with our second child. As I write this, I can feel tiny little bubbles of movement way down in my abdomen, in the general vicinity of where they last heard the little one’s heartbeat. The nurse practitioner laughed at me when I told her I’d been feeling movement since eleven weeks, but darn it, I know what a baby feels like, and while I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t prone to gas, I can tell the difference.
I’m still trying to figure out what to call the new babe on the blog. “Peach” was the first thing that came to mind, as I am currently thirteen weeks pregnant, and the books and websites that are so fond of likening fetuses to produce say that the babe would be about as big as a peach right now. “Peach” has a distinctly feminine connotation to it though, and we obviously don’t know the sex of this one yet.
We ended up calling her Peanut, but there may be posts in the blog lingering where she’s referred to as Peach.