Back in the Game

Ok reader out there. I'm back in the game. Ok not really. More like on the IR. (For those out there who AREN'T superfans of sports, that means injured reserve. Basically, I'm good enough to stay on the team, but there is no way the coach is gonna put me in :). I am all of 15 weeks along now. The baby is approximately the size of an apple. At least that is what the little email said. It also said, "By now, you may be showing a little". HA. That is totally meant for the first time mom. I've been out of my jeans since the beginning. Mostly because anything tight made me lose my lunch. Heck, let's face it. Everything made me lose my lunch.

But after losing about 11-15 lbs, I am well on my way to getting huge. Although the scale doesn't show it (and I probably won't here either, at least until it's cute) my belly is growing. Proof that no matter how much I throw up, the baby still grows. Amazing! God must have known there would be moms like me.

So, life continues. Trav is super busy with work and weddings. Moving on up the ladder at a staggering pace, bringing in the big bucks and wowing the crowds. London starts preschool next Tuesday and is really excited to be eating lunch at school now. (Or is that me?) It just means he stays at school an extra hour which sound amazing! He is growing and growing everyday. All his grunting and cooing has turned into new and exciting phrases like, "NO!" and "You're not my best friend anymore!". Ahhhh, three year olds. All kidding aside, he is a precious little soul who loves life and can't wait to meet his sibling.

London has a new cousin, Olivia, and got to be at the hospital almost the entire time I backed him out when Olivia decided to enter the world, mostly because I didn't want him to see all the emotion and commotion in the room and be nervous and anxious for me when it was my turn. But the minute he got to see her, he wanted to hold her, kiss her and never let go. He talked to her sweetly and told her everything was going to be ok. He glared at the nurse when she took her and started poking and prodding, gently telling her not to hurt his baby. He daily talks to my belly with his little "Coochy, coochy, coo!" Super sweet.

As for me, I am still taking it one day at a time. This week I headed up north for some much needed R&R at Mimi and Grandads house. So far I have taken more naps in three days then I have my entire pregnancy. Mostly because London is completely satisfied with tractors, quads, bikes, pools, parks, treats and the love of his Mimi and Grandad. Life is grand when you have the help.

After this week I head home to some adventure. A Mat Kearney acoustic concert this weekend, Vegas with Trav the following weekend, and then off to Hawaii for 8 days! By the time I get back, we should know what this baby has in store for us, as far as brother or sister, which I will happily share with you all! And maybe even a belly pic if you're unlucky:)

Anyway, thanks for hanging in there. It was a long 8 weeks for me too! But hopefully the sign the coach just gestured meant that he is thinking of pulling me off the bench.