parenting

What about the onesies?

Friends, I need your help!  I just realized that I don't have a plan for BP3-0's first year onesie photos and I'm at a total loss! For those of you who are new to my blog and have no idea what I'm talking about, let me fill you in.

When I was pregnant with K, I decided I wanted to do something fun to document her first year earthside. Lucky for me, the fabulous Petersik family over at Young House Love had a new baby of their own and were in the middle of conducting an awesome first year photo project. I was inspired by their brilliant idea (read: completely stole their idea) and started stocking up on 52 yards of colorful fabric. Well, technically 49 because I ended up using a blanket, a bedspread, and a beach towel (oh my) for three of the photos... but I digress. The plan was to dress K up in a white onesie and take her picture on a different fabric each week. Then I'd doctor the photo by adding the current week to her onesie. Yes, it was a big project that took a lot more discipline that I thought (remembering to take a photo every week with a clean white onesie, clean baby, and ironed fabric) but it was so worth it and I love that I have a weekly snapshot of our little bean to celebrate her first year. And because being pregnant makes me nostalgic, here are all 52 photos! 

Adorable, right?

You may also remember that I later took all the fabrics from K's weekly photos and turned them into a big sister quilt. Something I still have to do for HG before BP3-0 arrives! 

So when we found out we were expecting #2 I knew I wanted to do something similar, just maybe not with a weekly photoshoot commitment. I knew trying to remember weekly photos with a toddler in tow would be near impossible (for me) so I decided to do monthly instead. But I also wanted his photos to be slightly different than K's in other ways. So I grabbed some simple gray chevron fabric and made a different colored bowtie for each month. I'd still keep up with the white onesies, sans month 3 when we were at the beach and I forgot to bring one, but watch him grow each month with a fun bowtie instead of varying backdrops! And of course, here's the end result...

So, this is where you come in my friends. I need ideas for BP3-0's first year photos! 

I still want to utilize the white onesies, but am not sure where the different fabrics should come into play. Should I revert back to the changing fabric backdrops? Should I switch accessories? Bows? Mushies? A fabric-covered sign to display the month rather than putting it on the onesie? What do you think? Throw out as many ideas as you can think of! 

Did you do a photo project for your baby's first year? If so, what?

Until next time...

Tips for visiting a friend with a new baby

So your friend/sister/college roommate/next door neighbor/cousin twice removed just had a baby. Hooray! It's such an exciting time for their family and for you, as a caring and loving part of their lives. I'm sure you can hardly wait to scoop up the tiny new addition and give your congrats to the new parents but before you do, I'd like to offer a few tips... from someone who has been on both sides of the newborn visiting game.

  • Slow your roll. You may have been waiting with baited breath for that first text or Facebook post announcing the new arrival (trust me, I know the feeling) but please don't hop immediately into your car and speed to the hospital before the mother's even had a chance to take her first postpartum pee.  And while you're at it, avoid bombarding the new parents with "WHEN CAN WE COME SEE THE BABY" texts too. Bringing a baby into the world is an emotional, tiring, and life changing event. Give them a chance to enjoy those first moments, hours, or days with their newest family member without interruption. When they are ready to receive visitors they will let you know! A "Congratulations! He/She is beautiful. So happy for you" text is more than to start things off. 
  • Schedule your visit, and stick to your schedule. Or as Hagrid would say, "Stick to your ticket Harry!" Chances are there are a dozen other friends and family members who are also chomping at the bit to meet baby. Once you've gotten the green light that visitors are welcome, check in with the parents to see if a particular day and time works for them. No offense, but this visit has zero to do with you and everything to do with the new baby so let them make the call. If mom and dad tell you to come by at 2:00pm, you'd better be there at 2:00pm. Do not show up at 2:15pm. Do not show up at 1:30pm. Show up on time, at the time they tell you. Number one, it's just polite to be on time. Number two, there could be a very specific reason they gave you that time. Maybe they just picked a random time out of the hat. Maybe they know that nurses will be coming in to run some tests an hour before and they want some time to settle the baby before you arrive. Maybe they know that any visit in the evening will interfere with dinner and putting the older siblings to bed. Whatever their reason, respect it and be punctual. 
  • Offer to bring something. You can do this if your first visit is at the hospital or at home. Offer to bring non hospital food or the mother's favorite treat. Ask if there is anything they forgot in the hustle and bustle of getting to the hospital that you can bring them. If they are already home, ask if you can bring them dinner. *One thing that is huge for families fresh home from the hospital is not having to cook. If someone hasn't already set up a meal train, offer to do it for them so they can focus on snuggling and adjusting to life with baby instead of hovering over a stovetop. (Take Them A Meal is my favorite) 
  • Bring something for the siblings. If this isn't their first child, it's always a nice gesture to bring something special for big brothers and sisters. It doesn't have to be huge, just something to make them feel special while the majority of the attention is on the new baby. And while it might be tempting to give something "Big Bro/Big Sis" themed, keep the focus of the gift entirely on them. Big brother's favorite candy or a book featuring big sister's favorite character. Ask ahead of time, or when scheduling your visit, what would be appropriate. 
  • Wash your hands and keep your lips to yourself. You might be the epitome of cleanliness. You might have a superb bill of health. You might even have your own OCD habit of lathering up with hand sanitizer every 15 minutes. It won't hurt to wash your hands one more time before touching a newborn. Better safe than sorry when it comes to a fresh-out-of-the-womb immune system that is still adjusting to things earthside. On the same note, while the urge to smooch and slobber (ew) all over a newborn is pretty irresistible... you must resist! Keep your kisses to yourself, at least for a month or two.

 

  • Follow mom and dad's rules. If you have differing opinions on certain parenting choices, keep them to yourself. A new mom doesn't need to hear your thoughts on why offering pacifiers will ruin a baby's ability to breastfeed or which diapers they should be using instead of their chosen brand. No, no, no. If you're not asked, hush. There are millions of opinions out there, and she's probably heard a few thousand of them in the form of unsolicited advice while she was pregnant, so just be present as a friend and not a baby expert or counselor. Wait until you get home to tell your husband all about how differently you would do things as a mom because voicing your opinions to an exhausted (and probably overwhelmed) fresh-from-birth mama might earn you a one way ticket to unfriend-ville. 
  • Don't wear out your welcome.  You might want to sit and enjoy that sweet baby snuggles and intoxicating newborn smell for hours on end, but don't. Take cues from the family on when to leave. If baby starts to get fussy and the mother needs to nurse, it maybe a good time to slip out. If other visitors come and you've had your turn, sweetly congratulate them again and excuse yourself. It won't be the last time you visit so make sure that you aren't overwhelming the family. 
  • DO NOT, under any circumstances, visit a newborn if you or one of your family members has been/is sick.  This should be a no-brainer, but you'd be surprised how many people expose vulnerable newborns to sickness. You might think, "I know I was feeling a little sick yesterday but I've felt pretty good today" but it's always better to err on the side of caution. If you have to question whether or not you should visit, the answer is no. Stay away for a little while longer until you are 100% sure you are in tip-top health. Newborn immune systems are very susceptible to bacteria and viruses and what can be a simple cough for you could be life threatening to them. Please don't put a baby at risk just because you're excited to see them. 

Celebrating the arrival of a new baby is an exciting, emotional, and joyful event for more than just the new parents. Be sure you are doing everything you can to make that time as peaceful and worry-free as possible. 

What are some other tips you would offer for folks visiting a newborn? 

Until next time...

 

Lent is not a weight loss program

I remember very distinctly the first time I decided to participate in a Lenten fast. It was long before I converted to Catholicism and I didn't know much at all about Lent. Easter, yes, Lent, no. I recall sitting in my high school Phys Ed + Drivers Ed class on a Fat Tuesday and overhearing a friend talking about how she'd lost around 15 pounds the previous year thanks to giving up cheese and chocolate (two things that were, and still are, very near and dear to my heart) for Lent. I remember thinking two things:

1. Why in the world would someone willingly give up eating chocolate? 
2. I had no idea you're supposed to try to lose weight before Easter, weird. (I honestly thought this considering many of those who said they also gave something up for Lent were doing it to shed some pounds. Who knew?)

I decided to investigate a little further and while I don't recall exactly how she explained it to me, although I'm positive it had nothing to do with making a sacrifice in remembrance of Jesus' suffering or preparing to celebrate the resurrection of Christ, whatever she did say convinced me to give it a shot.  

I would give up eating chocolate until Easter Sunday! Huzzah!

I wouldn't do it to lose weight (I was pretty gangly in high school) or because I thought I ate too much of it and could use the discipline (which I totally did) but just to see if I could do it. It was 100% a personal challenge... you know one of those, if she can do it I can do it kind of decisions. It was all about me. Proving something to myself or, more likely, being able to say, "Hey everyone, look at me giving up chocolate for Lent. It's such a huge struggle. Do you have the highest respect for me as I take on this super selfless decision?"

Oy, high school.

Needless to say that first attempt at fasting from something was pretty pathetic (I had a chocolate instant breakfast drink the next morning followed by an Andes mint before remembering I had, so selflessly, given up the treat) as were the many years of ill-planned and ill-performed fasts that followed but I can basically sum them all up by saying I didn't truly understand the point or purpose of a Lenten fast until I converted.

It turns out fasting during Lent is not part of a 21day-fix (or 40, rather) like so many people make it out to be. Look at me all learned and stuff. 

During my conversion process I started to understand and appreciate the actual purpose of a Lenten sacrifice. Now I'm no Catholic scholar, and still see myself as a rookie in the papacy ball game, but here's what I've learned thus far. It's not about me doing something just to say I did it. It's not an excuse to finally give up that vice I've been meaning to cut out of my life.  It's definitely not a time to wave my sacrifice around like grade-school show and tell. No, no, no. 
It's about making a true sacrifice, big or small, that helps build my relationship with God, and often times also with family. It's about recognizing and honoring the unfathomable sacrifice that God made in sending His Son to die for my sins, and in turn Jesus' sacrifice of giving his life. It's a physical representation of a spiritual sacrifice emulating Christ's 40 days in the desert. It's about doing something, intentionally and whole-heartedly, that allows me to prepare for and celebrate the miracle of Christ's resurrection. I now find myself incredibly inspired and encouraged each year as Ash Wednesday rolls around. I also find myself shaking my head at how trivial I made Lent out to be way back when. 

Catholic or not, the personal and spiritual journey that Lent allows you to endure is one that can be, if you let it, truly life changing. Maybe you do decide to give up your favorite vice or treat. If that kind of personal sacrifice is a real struggle for you and something that sends you into a deeper state of prayer, that's wonderful. If you decide to turn off the TV or disconnect from social media so that you can focus your attention more closely on creating a closer bond to your children and husband, that's awesome. If you decide to give up any additional spending other than food and bare necessities to better appreciate what you've been blessed with, that's fantastic. If you decide to walk to work or daily mass as your way of honoring Jesus' journey in the desert, bravo. Whether it's tiny or extreme, make it more than just something to do. Make it something you rely on God to get through. Turn to prayer and reflection whenever temptation rears it's ugly head. When you find yourself struggling, offer it up. 

Offer it up. A foreign concept to many, but a common Catholic phrase (so I've learned after being a part of a number of Catholic mama Facebook groups). The most clear and concise definition as I understand it is to offer your suffering to God as a sacrifice. Most of the time there is an intention behind your offering. For example, when you feel the twinge of hunger during your Ash Wednesday fast, you might offer your hunger pains as a sacrifice to feed those who are without food. A different and not necessarily Lent-related offering is one I heard from a dear friend of mine who once spoke of offering up the pain of miscarriage as a sacrifice to change the hearts of those considering abortion. You can also offer up a sacrifice without intention, asking God to take your honorable suffering and use it for His own Will. Putting a focus or intention with your suffering is a way to honor how Christ offered up his own suffering on the cross to save all our souls. 

Along with offering up your suffering Lent is also a time to enhance your prayer life and reliance on the Lord in every aspect of your life...

The kids are driving me crazy and I'm having a really hard time remembering to speak to them in a calm, loving voice. Help me seek out peace and patience before I lash out in irritation or anger. 

I've been craving a soda all day and feel I might slip up on my sacrifice. Lord, help me to remember the sacrifice YOU made for me when I feel temptation's pull. 

I know I said I would volunteer at the women's shelter once a week but I just don't feel like going right now. I know I'm feeling selfish about my time and would rather be doing something for pleasure. Help me remember that others aren't able to just sit in their warm homes and snack all day, and my small sacrifice can show the love of Christ to someone who really needs it. 

When it gets hard, and it will, pray. Ask the Lord for guidance. Offer up your sacrifices. 

I realize now that my original introduction to Lent is probably the norm in pop culture today. Ninety percent of the time when someone talks about Lent they are usually saying, "So what are you giving up for Lent this year?" It doesn't have to be giving something up. In fact, some of the more challenging and positively life changing sacrifices include adding something to your routine.

  • Waking up before the kids so you can spend time in prayer before your day begins. 
  • Striving to do one creative or faith-based activity with the kids each day instead of setting them in front of the TV for an hour.
  • Making sure the dishes are clean and out of the sink every night before bed. 
  • Giving alms to the poor once a week/month as a way of sharing God's love with the world.  

If you're looking for inspiration you can find more ideas like these from some of my favorite mama bloggers (who just so happened to be Catholic). They are far wiser and far more poignant than I so I definitely recommend stopping by their blogs. 

Catholic All Year
Tales from the Mommy Trenches
Do Small Things With Love

AND, if you want to join me (and a handful of other mamas) in a group scripture study, I recommend getting Waiting in the Word, A Mother's Lenten Journey. It's never too late to join, I'm loving it thus far! 

Until next time...

 

A Beautiful Birth: Anneli Mae

Because I'm just a teensy bit obsessed with birth stories (translation: completely obsessed) I've asked my former students if they wouldn't mind sharing their birth experiences here on my blog. I think it's important for expecting mamas to read all kinds of birth stories, whether they went exactly as planned or had a few hiccups along the way. I'm so honored that these mamas (and I might even get a few stories from the dad's POV) are so graciously sharing their births with me, and all of you!
First up is Christina, a first-time mom.

On August 26th, the day before my due date, I woke up and told my husband Matt that I was going to go into labor that night. I was joking and didn’t really think that I would, but something made me say it! That morning I had a check up with Stephanie, my midwife. Everything looked good and we talked about some things we could do if we went past 41 weeks to help encourage labor. As a first time mom I fully expected to deliver a week or more past my due date. I also expected it to be a long process and was mentally prepared for a marathon. As it turned out it was more of a sprint!

After our appointment we came home and I took a nap. Matt went into a cleaning frenzy and by the time I woke up the house was spotless. We now joke that he was the one who nested instead of me! That night we attended our last birthing class (we took Bradley Method classes) and I told my instructor that I was going to go into labor that evening, again thinking I was just being silly. She put her hands on my belly and told the baby that it was time and to cooperate. In hindsight there were signs that labor was coming, like a change in my gait and a lot of rocking back and forth while sitting, but no contractions. When we got home from class I went to the bathroom and saw what I thought to be my mucous plug. I knew this could come days or weeks before real labor set in so I tried to stay relaxed and keep the adrenaline low. Less then an hour later at 10:15pm my water broke. After that happened contractions started immediately. Apparently I had been correct that morning, and labor was suddenly in full swing. I paged Stephanie and she told me to go to bed and call back if contractions got 5 minutes apart for an hour or in the morning if they hadn’t.  I hardly had a chance to even attempt rest. I started timing my contractions at 11pm and they were all coming 2-3 minutes apart and lasting a minute or more.  Every contraction was felt entirely in my back. From the beginning to end of my labor I never felt even a twinge of pain in my belly, it was 100% back labor.  We called Stephanie back at midnight and again at 12:30am. By this time I was getting nervous about staying home since the contractions had come on so quickly and were not slowing down. Stephanie agreed that it was time to come in.

Matt got our bags while my doula Emilia helped me walk to the car. Matt sat in the back with me while Emilia drove. It was awful being in the car but I am lucky to live only 10 minutes from the hospital, so it was a short trip. We got there at 1:15am, only 3 hours after labor began. I was checked and found out I was 5 cm and 80% effaced. This baby was not wasting time! I labored on the bed and on the ball, and then for about an hour in the shower.  It was dark in the shower and it was just Matt and I in there for most of the time. Even though I was experiencing a lot of pain, I remember feeling very peaceful during this time, warm and safe in his arms. At some point I told Matt I needed to lie down and he got me to the bed.

My contractions started coming one after the other and I knew I was in transition. I was desperate for a break and tried to be patient as I knew I would get one soon. Sure enough, after about 15 or 20 minutes they slowed down and Stephanie put me on the birth stool. She checked me again and I was fully dilated and she told me if I felt like I wanted to push to go ahead.  At first pushing was confusing and I wasn’t sure if I was working with my body the right way. After a few contractions the urges got stronger and I became more confident in what I was doing. I changed position multiple times and ultimately ended up lying on my side with Matt and Emilia on either side of the bed helping to pull back my legs when I pushed. The contractions spaced out and I went into deep states of rest in between, even dosing off a few times waiting for the next rush. By the time the baby was crowning I was exhausted and it was a struggle to push as hard as I knew I needed to. Stephanie had me reach down and touch the baby’s head and I was shocked to feel her there, so close to being in my arms. As the baby moved further down I could feel her stretching me and I got to the point that every contraction was a welcome relief because it felt better to push. I ended up pushing for a total of an hour and forty minutes. I remember getting to a point of being so exhausted that I felt like I had nothing left to give. It was around this time that Stephanie told me that my baby would be born on the next contraction. I didn’t really believe her at first but sure enough as the wave came and I pushed with more strength then I thought I could have, my hands were guided down to take my baby.  I looked down and saw her face for the first time and slowly pulled her out and up to my chest. The exhaustion I felt melted away and the first thing I said to my daughter was “Hello! Thank you for coming out of me!” I was shocked, relieved, and so in love.

Anneli Mae was born exactly on her due date of August 27th at 5:33am, one day before my 30th birthday! I am so grateful for the excellent care I received from all of the midwives, especially Stephanie who helped me feel safe and confident as she guided me through my labor and delivery, and Meghann who was there during the birth quietly coaching and offering words of encouragement. Thank you VCU midwives! 


Again, another huge thank you to Christina and Matt for sharing such a beautiful story. 
Until next time...


BP3-0

After sharing my last post updating everyone on the kiddos my bestie informed me that I left one out. Which is very true... and actually intentional so I'd have a topic for another post.... the bun in my oven! Yes, in case you missed the announcement, we are thrilled to be expecting baby #3 this June.  Here was the oh-so-cute and cuddly announcement photo we shared (taken by the always amazing Layna Rae Photography). 

Since I haven't been keeping up with weekly or monthly updates like I did with K and HG, I'll give you a quick run down of the pregnancy thus far.

I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be pregnant during the first weeks of October so I decided to take a test. I always get a kick out of how fast my lines show up on the pee sticks despite the fact that they all say you have to wait three minutes. I like to think it just means I'm super pregnant.  When I first saw that little pink line I was thrilled. I cried. I prayed. I thanked God for our newest gift. And then I realized I had the daunting task of keeping this HUGE secret from everyone I knew. Why? It just so happened that my in-laws were in town that weekend and I wanted to make sure I shared the news with Z first, and in a special and private way. Luckily our 6 year anniversary was that next weekend so I decided to make a plan to share the news then. But that meant I spent the entire visit with his parents and rest of the week sitting on my golden ticket news. I will admit it was kind of fun to have that little bit of time to myself but I was definitely itching to tell him. 

So, how'd you tell him?

Our anniversary rolled around after what seemed like the longest 4 days ever and we decided to make a day of it. We started with a trip to the shooting range, followed by lunch at home with the kids, then an afternoon movie, and an overpriced fancy-pants dinner at Texas de Brazil. I had been battling a sinus cold the entire week, and slyly dodging any of my family's attempts at getting me to take medication, so the romance of the day was slightly overshadowed by my sniffles and nasal speak. Still we had a great time and I would get more and more excited as the day went on, thinking about the moment I would surprise Z with the news. When we got to dinner I knew Z would want to order from the wine menu, and would probably offer me some. Luckily my head cold was a good excuse to decline a drink. Once his wine arrived he recommended we get up and take a spin around the salad bar. I quickly suggested that we make a toast first and raised my water glass. He said what I'm sure was something very sweet and touching, I wasn't hearing anything over the nervous pounding of my heart, and then I smiled and toasted, "Cheers to 6 wonderful years and our 3 beautiful babies". 

He smiled and raised his glass before my words really sunk in. The moment was classic. His smile dropped slightly as his eyes widened before his smile stretched back to the full width of his face. 

"Three? You're pregnant?"

I just nodded and grinned.

The rest is sappy old married couple stuff complete with hand holding, (since we couldn't smooch with my awesome cold accompanying us) tears from both of us, an explanation of when I took the test, how far along I was, etc. Definitely worth holding onto that secret for a few days. We shared the news with our family and friends gradually over the next couple of weeks and, of course, made the obligatory Facebook post right around 12 weeks. The support and love we've received has been overwhelming. Of course there have been a few people that have called me crazy/insane/nuts, or just looked at me like I told them I decided to pursue my life's passion of becoming a member of the Blue Man Group, but to those people I just smiled and reiterated my excitement. 

So how are you feeling?

I'm 19 weeks today and can say without any hesitation that this pregnancy has been the hardest yet. It's totally thrown me for a loop with all the intense morning sickness, all-day nausea, food aversion, headaches, and lack of energy. I dealt with morning sickness with both K and HG but it was quite manageable. This time is totally different and very unpredictable. I know God had a very specific timeline in mind for this pregnancy because I honestly think I would be totally worthless as a mother (and human, for that matter) if it weren't for the help of my mom and dad. Living with them while Z is in grad school has been a Godsend overall but especially in these last few months of yuck. Thankfully I think I'm past the worst of it and as long as I eat something every 2 hours I can fight off most of the nausea and headaches. Still waiting on that 2nd trimester energy boost to kick in. Where are you energy? I miss you!

Any crazy cravings? 

Nothing too nutty but I have had much more specific cravings this time around. I remember going through sweet and salty phases with K and then a meat phase (which usually ended up resulting in ordering Turkey burgers from our favorite burger joint) with HG but that was a fairly broad. This time I've wanted grilled sweet potatoes with garlic aioli, pickles (duh), ranch oyster crachers, vanilla ice cream, and starburst... but just the reds. Like I said, the food aversion has been more prominent than the cravings but when they do come they are quite specific. 

Boy or Girl?

We don't know, and we won't know! I never thought I'd have the patience to not found out the sex of a baby but I figured it would be fun to do at least once and there's no better time to do it than now. We're sitting pretty with one of each, so why not. The only question will be if we can both hold out. Luckily I only have one more ultrasound left to temp us. 

Does this one have a nickname?

For those of you who have been around for a while you'll remember that K's gestational nickname was Little Manatee (because she looked like a little sea cow in her first ultrasound) and HG's was Pumpkin (because of our pregnancy announcement). Both of them adapted new nicknames (The Bean and Mush respectively) after they were born but it was fun to have a little nickname for them while they were cooking. This one has been called a number of things so far. Because my first craving was sweet potatoes and I expressed my desire for them to my bestie, she has very affectionately called baby Sweet Potato. We've also referred to baby as BP3 (baby Pierce #3), and more recently my friend Leslie channeled  the force and said BP3 sounds a lot like C3P-0 and so adapted it to BP3-0. All adorable but nothing has really stuck with me. Maybe it's because I've just become used to saying "baby" when I talk about him/her with the kids, especially K. Who, by the way, hopes it's a girl. No, boy. No, girl again. No, definitely boy. 

Anything else?

Let's see. K fluctuates on her interest in my growing bump. She'll catch a glimpse of it and run up to me and hug or kiss my belly saying something sweet like, "I love you baby boy/girl". I melt a little each time. Then I'll tell her that soon she'll be able to feel baby move and she acts like I'm diseased and wants nothing to do with such nonsense. Four year olds, am I right?
HG doesn't seem to notice at all. He's become more aware of other babies when he sees them out at stores and will often point and exclaim "BABY" so we will sort of run with that acknowledgement, place his hand on my tummy, and repeat "baby". He's more interested in tractors and planes though, rightly so. 
I started feeling the first flutters around 16 weeks and am now feeling more prominent nudges and kicks. I love it! Kicks are always the first thing I miss once the baby is born. 
I really like the midwives at the hospital we'll be delivering at and have so many great things about all of them but I'm still a bit uneasy not having my angel Diane with me this time around. I've been teaching my childbirth classes at a midwife's office here in town and when my dad asked why I didn't just use her. I told him I would but she only specializes in home births and he just dropped his head and gave a very definitive, "no, no, no". Don't worry dad, I don't have plans to give birth in your house. But who knows what will happen (wink).
Like I said before, my parents have both been life savers during these hard/sick months but I've also loved being close to my mom for this pregnancy. I really missed her during the last two while living in Georgia so being with here every day has been wonderful. 

What about your weekly/monthly bump photos?

I absolutely loved taking weekly and monthly bump photos with K and HG. It was fun to watch my belly grow and compare bumps at the same time in each pregnancy. SO fun. I tried doing things a little differently this time and started taking some my point of view photos as well as a few classic profile pictures just for reference. Here is my bump evolution thus far! 

Until next time...