tick tock

I opened my baby countdown app, and I was greeted with “37 more days”!

We found out I was expecting January 8th, and I can’t believe we are already in August.  It is almost disturbing how quickly time flies.

My mind has been consumed with all things baby, and when I say baby, Elle is still in that category even though she’s 2 and acting a little more grown up every day.  In June we celebrated her 2nd birthday, and on Saturday, she moved into her new bedroom.  I can’t believe she is two years old.   I can’t believe she’s sleeping in a twin bed and handled the change flawlessly.

We are tying up some loose ends around the house, and getting ourselves ready for baby Eve. I’m really, really excited to meet her.  The reality of pregnancy doesn’t really hit me until about the half-way point - I need to know the gender - I need to know the name, and it isn’t up until that point I get really excited for about what’s to come.  I would say the first half of pregnancy is stressful.  I feel like crap, and sometimes I’m just too big of a realist/planner and all the things I can’t control consume my mind.  I felt like I was betraying Elle by bringing another baby into our home.  My first biggest concern was, who is going to watch Elle while I’m in labor.  My Mom had to practically talk me off a cliff one afternoon.  John and I have left Elle one night and it was this past June.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought.  I have been away from Elle a couple other nights, but it’s just different when I know she is with her daddy.  I don’t know how people take vacations without their kids.  I find myself being judgmental and envious all at the same time.

So, that sums up the last 8 months of my life… a long with these pictures::

three years in our home

two years with this smile

father's day

three years of marriage

my girls

growing up too fast

first night away, together