shank you very much.

I have some seriously awesome, seriously wise friends. So many encouraging words given on & off this blog. Thanks for your love on my last post. In theory; I KNOW I am going to be fine, in the end.  I am better off this time around, for starters, because now I know I'm not perfect. What I mean is, I didn't realize I was a massive perfectionist, which set me up for massive 'failure' when I couldn't fulfill my perfect expectations for myself. I was my worst judge, worst personal enemy.

So out with the bathwater the perfectionism went, and I am a better person for it. I am going into the next phase of baby number two with as wide open a heart as possible, with arms big enough to embrace the little one and the huge changes that will come with it. With her! Still adjusting to the words 'her, she, sister' with a grin plastered to my face.

Till now pregnancy has gone without a hitch, thank goodness. But these past few days, on the other hand, I am starting to FEEL IT BIG TIME. That deep and strange pain in the pelvis feeling. And I have about 3 months left?? Oh dear me. And hormones are manifesting not in the weepies, but in the form of super annoyed and PO'd. 'The Anger Sharks Are Swimming!' has been said a lot lately. Haha.

But it's ok, I can do this...just 13 more weeks. The holidays will be here before I know it. I am thrilled to be hosting Thanksgiving & Christmas this year. With those two events, I will have plenty to keep me busy.

Well. Enough rambling.
Love you doves.

xo, Y

gray hairs and sleepless nights

'Motherhood can be rough, but someone's gotta do it. Kids don't raise themselves.'

That was my thought this morning in bed when I had a little pseudo woodpecker, pecking at my eyes and my tugging on my ears. [burrows under the covers] 'Mommy is sleeping Rue....go play in your room.'

Which thankfully he did. He listens. But oh, the collateral damage of that request! All the books off the shelf, the wooden blocks thrown across the room and then the monkey was back in my bed, playing his piano app on my phone, and then when he was done, he threw my phone at my head.

What a costly 5 minutes of sleep that was! And I say 'sleep' in the loosest term. Sleep. Oh sleep, I miss deep sleep. The kind where you know you won't be needed. The kind where you don't jerk awake from every little peep and cough and sneeze and cry and whine and moan. But that little grin that I get in the morning, when I go to pick him up...and he says 'UPPPPPPPP!' No matter how tired I may be, it is face meltingly cute.

From what my mother tells me, I was a perfect baby. Happy, easy going, never cried and slept everywhere. She made me think a baby would be a breeze. My son came out roaring and hasn't stopped since; it's obvious he takes after his father! Or, option 2 - my mother developed a severe case of memory loss and forgot. Maybe she chose to forget. Highly likely. I am sure mothers forget on purpose, and often.

Well, this bun in the oven may be another boy, but let's hope if it is a HE, that he'll be just like me.

Or else, I am going to be an early gray-er. [in hindsight, maybe I was setting myself up for this when we chose Grayson as his middle name? Touché God, touché]