today
Today was a good day. Steve got home from work a little earlier than expected. Danny spent a lot of the day at home. My sister visited for a long while (with Bagel Shack sandwiches and a homemade blueberry roll)! The weather was beautiful, even if I mostly admired from inside. Steve taught Danny how to throw a baseball (step, then throw). And Steve made an awesome steak, potato, and salad dinner. Then he cleaned the kitchen. Besides the heartburn and unexplainable bout of fatigue I am currently experiencing, today was one of the "not so bad" bed rest days. That is saying something!
Lately, all I can think about is life after bed rest with my 3 boys. Sometimes I can't believe I'm actually going to have another little buddy at the end of this ordeal! That genuinely excites me. Danny chats day and night about his little brother. 'Little brother this' and 'little brother that' are the main topics of our conversations. He can't wait to share his blankies, his crib, his balls, and his clothes with "likkle brudder." It's utterly adorable.
We haven't decided on a name yet. Danny was easy: Steven Daniel Lowe III. Done. The second child? Not so easy. I think he'll have a name by the time we leave the hospital ;) What will he look like? Steve thinks he will look just like Danny, but with super dark hair (like his dad). I have no idea what to expect! Just the thought of an entirely different human being becoming a member of my little family boggles my mind. I'm getting totally antsy waiting to meet the little one who punches and kicks the guts out of me all day. Danny was active, but this one is insane! It's almost as if he knows he's getting out early and is counting down the days along with me. I just can't wait to hold this little peanut in my arms and finally kiss his precious face.
I feel so incredibly blessed to have made it to this point -- there were times when I was pregnant with Danny (and this little guy!) that I swore I could never do it again. The never-ending sickness, body aches, headaches, insomnia, depression, and exhaustion truly pushed me beyond my breaking point -- but somehow we made it (almost) through another round. The hospital stays weren't exactly lovely, either. I'm so grateful to have examples of family, love, and endurance to look to when times are tough. Both my mom and Steve's mom did this pregnancy thing SIX times each; I know I can get through the next couple weeks, and I know that it's all worth it.
Welp, one day at at time. The saga of boredom, bedsores, and uselessness continues. Pretty soon I'll transition from one extreme to the other: from a complete vegetative state to an overworked and exhausted wife/mother to a toddler, newborn, and husband. And I can't wait.
Lastly, here's a picture of me in all my zit-creamed glory. Just for the record.
Lately, all I can think about is life after bed rest with my 3 boys. Sometimes I can't believe I'm actually going to have another little buddy at the end of this ordeal! That genuinely excites me. Danny chats day and night about his little brother. 'Little brother this' and 'little brother that' are the main topics of our conversations. He can't wait to share his blankies, his crib, his balls, and his clothes with "likkle brudder." It's utterly adorable.
We haven't decided on a name yet. Danny was easy: Steven Daniel Lowe III. Done. The second child? Not so easy. I think he'll have a name by the time we leave the hospital ;) What will he look like? Steve thinks he will look just like Danny, but with super dark hair (like his dad). I have no idea what to expect! Just the thought of an entirely different human being becoming a member of my little family boggles my mind. I'm getting totally antsy waiting to meet the little one who punches and kicks the guts out of me all day. Danny was active, but this one is insane! It's almost as if he knows he's getting out early and is counting down the days along with me. I just can't wait to hold this little peanut in my arms and finally kiss his precious face.
I feel so incredibly blessed to have made it to this point -- there were times when I was pregnant with Danny (and this little guy!) that I swore I could never do it again. The never-ending sickness, body aches, headaches, insomnia, depression, and exhaustion truly pushed me beyond my breaking point -- but somehow we made it (almost) through another round. The hospital stays weren't exactly lovely, either. I'm so grateful to have examples of family, love, and endurance to look to when times are tough. Both my mom and Steve's mom did this pregnancy thing SIX times each; I know I can get through the next couple weeks, and I know that it's all worth it.
Welp, one day at at time. The saga of boredom, bedsores, and uselessness continues. Pretty soon I'll transition from one extreme to the other: from a complete vegetative state to an overworked and exhausted wife/mother to a toddler, newborn, and husband. And I can't wait.
Lastly, here's a picture of me in all my zit-creamed glory. Just for the record.
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