The one where the Staples announce baby #2

I’m havin a baby!

I’m already 17 weeks along, and in case you’re wondering, I didn’t for any particular reason intentionally hold out announcing it to the internet.  Mostly I was serving my own vanity and waiting until I had a halfway decent picture to post along with the announcement.  Aaaand as you can see, my standards for such things aren’t terribly high, but the previous 5 attempts were deplorable and I decided this one would have to do even though it clearly necessitates a caption of “someone needs to tell that girl that tight white shirts are off limits with her new tumor of a belly button.”  Don’t worry, I got it.  Sometimes you’re just don’t see things like that until you see the cold hard camera phone evidence, ya know? (I debated pointing out the belly button, but who are we kidding, you were not going to miss that belly button)  Anyways, belly shots are such an awkward business and I always feel uncharacteristically uncomfortable taking them, because there’re those ones with the two armed caressing of the belly and the loving gaze, and then there’re the ones with the one handed holding of the belly that’s so low it kind of looks like they’re holding their crotch, and then there’re the bathroom selfies, and bottom line just a lot of ways to go wrong or feel awkward or look stupid.  And that’s all I have to say about that.

17 weeks

On to actually announcing my pregnancy.  I’m 17 weeks.  And don’t hate, but this has been the easiest pregnancy in the entire world and I feel completely great.  And have almost the entire way through.  I feel a weird need to apologize for even saying that, like all the barfing miserable pregnant women in the world are just going to hate on me, but a pregnant friend said to me “are you kidding me?  I feel like crap all the time and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone!” so hopefully she’s not the only one.  I did have a while of total exhaustion and wanting to sleep all the time, and I was pretty sick a lot of our Kansas City trip (though I’m prone to motion sickness and we were on 4 flights and driving around from house to house the whole trip, so was it even pregnancy sick or just motion sick?  who knows.  Also the 2 smokers house we visited definitely didn’t help) but I just really haven’t even been nauseous at all this time around.  I just kept waiting and bracing myself for it in complete and utter terror, because I’m a total baby about being sick, but it just never came.  I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful for anything in my life, because the weeks that I should have been the sickest were the weeks that I was preparing for the beehive bazaar, flying across the country to house-hunt, buying a house, having Tanner gone alllll the time with final projects and finals week and lots of call nights at the hospital.  Oh and my toddler turned into a completely irrational and out of control demon child for about 6 weeks. It was a phase and she’s back to mostly sweet with bouts of demonic behavior but oooooh man.  That phase took years off my life and was hands down the absolute hardest parenting month to date.  So thank you thank you thank you to my unborn child who decided to take things easy on me.

I’m wondering if my lack of illness has been that I’m so busy and didn’t have much time to think about it?  Or that I’ve been way more active than I was the first time around?  Something tells me that continuing to practice yoga has had a lot to do with it, though I couldn’t explain why.  My first pregnancy I was working in a call center and sat at a desk all day every day.  In addition to that, I was really unsure/worried about what was ok and what wasn’t exercise-wise, so I mostly didn’t exercise, or did way toned-down versions of what I was used to.  This time I’m doing things totally different and have continued my workouts and yoga like normal, just listening to my body and only slowing down if something feels wrong or if my heart rate is too high.  It feels a lot better to not be treating my body like pregnant=invalid.  Not to mention my day-to-day activities are a lot more active than my old desk job and I get as much sleep as I need because I can nap for 2-3 hours every afternoon while my toddler does.  If I want to.

I went in for my first appointment at what I was sure was 12 weeks (the lady on the phone was like “ya. . . we like to see you first between 8-12 weeks, so let’s get you in, like, today”  oops.)  And after those nurses and doctors did all that stuff nurses and doctors do, they told me I was not, in fact, 12 weeks along, but 14 1/2.  !!  Woop woop.  What a absolutely lovely thing to hear.  They pushed my due date up an entire 16 days which I’m particularly pleased about not just for the obvious reason, but also because I’d like the baby’s birthday to be as far away from the holidays as possible (too much celebrating, ya know?) and now my due date is Nov 2! 🙂  I’m hoping for an October baby because wouldn’t October be just an ideal month to be born?  Halloween maybe!  I don’t want to get too excited, because how accurate are those things anyway?  But he said pretty accurate and I feel like he must be right because there is no way I’m 15 weeks right now.  I wasn’t even showing by that point last pregnancy and this time, I’ve already had 1 completely stranger ask if I was pregnant, and 1 friend tell me I already was showing as much as our 25 week along friend, SO.  There you have it.  I’m showing a lot more this time. And also the time has flown by a million times faster what with it being not my first and me being so busy and not sick, and having my due date pushed up.  I almost feel a little bad for the little thing.  I haven’t even so much as downloaded an app to tell me it’s daily fruit size yet.  Or even once cracked “what to expect”.

I worried that pregnancy and giving birth would lose it’s specialness after my first one.  Like it wouldn’t be as exciting to find out, and to find out the gender, and to feel them kick for the first time and everything like that.  But that definitely hasn’t been the case.  In a way it’s more special because I know how great of a thing I have to look forward to and I know what a special privilege it is to bring a human into this world and raise them.  I also have a very different attitude towards pregnancy and birth–before Camryn, I’d viewed pregnancy as 9 months of misery that you have to endure, and labor as the great and final misery you have to endure, before getting the end goal and prize which is your lovely baby.  (and for those with hard pregnancies, that may be a reality, which I totally respect)  But now I view the whole process and the whole pregnancy as such a beautiful thing.  And labor and delivery is kind of on a pedestal in my mind as one of the greatest things I get to experience in this life and a day that I look forward to with huge excitement instead of fear or dread.  I can’t wait.

One bittersweet part of making these happy announcements is that I am so much more aware than I used to be of those waiting for their own babies.  Waiting, for whatever reason, for their own special pregnancy and their own birth day and their own tiny newborn.  My heart goes out to you, and hurts for you and I feel like I’m one of those people who want to lift you up, but don’t know what to say, or always say the wrong thing.  The only thing I know to say is that I send you all my love and hope with all my heart that you get those little babies you are praying for.

 

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The one where the Staples buy a house

We’re busy.  Busy freaking bees is what it boils down to.  Here’s all the happenings a tiny portion of the happenings you’ve been dying to hear about. . . (right??? tell me you missed me!)

Looong ago we decided that we were done waiting to hear back from Florida and that Kansas City was the place for us. Good thing too because we still didn’t even hear back from Florida until like 6 weeks after that–the day before we were flying out to Kansas City to house hunt.  And guess what–he didn’t get in.  Which i’m strangely pleased about, not because I was rooting for him to fail, but because I can be kind of a “what if?”fy kind of person and might have just dived right into a waaaaait, did we make the right decision? maybe we should still change our minds?  And when things are ever going terrible in Kansas City which they are bound to do at some point in the coming years I might launch into thoughts of “we should have gone to Florida”. . . and what good would that do me? so at least it is settled and there will be none of that.

We flew to Kansas City and we bought a house.  yup!  Come june 6th, we will be HOME. OWNERS.  The whole thing has been completely not stressful at all on my end and that is because apparently Tanner is obsessed with home/living situation research.  I got a tiny taste of that the last time we moved but this was like that on steroids since the stakes are much higher and I’m positive that there is not a single home for sale in all of Kansas City and the surrounding 100 miles within $25,000 of our budget that Tanner hasn’t looked at online.  The boy did his research.  Doesn’t that sound soooooo not fun??  Sometimes you discover personality traits in your spouse that you didn’t even know existed and sometimes they are the BEST.  I was perfectly happy to just go with whatever he wanted because all that research sounded exhausting.  It’s not a role I’m used to playing–but for this–please and thank you.

Our realtor took us around to Tanner’s list of houses we wanted to look at and the very first two were great.  Not perfect, but something that would totally work for us, so that made the rest of the hunting really stress-free because we already knew we had good options that we could be happy with.  I’m pretty sure our realtor was really amused by us.  Like when my eyes would bug out and say “look at all this counter space!” and she’d be trying really hard to tell if I was being sarcastic or sincere (sincere.  always.  I have lived for so long with such limited counter space that I am easily impressed)  same with closet space.  And all yards.  And how every time we found where the washer/dryer hookups were I would plaster my face with a grin and all but do a jig, and surely get a far-off dreamy look in my eyes like all i’ve ever wanted in life was to do laundry in my own garage.  So basically. . .  we were just really easy to please.  Not because we didn’t care or take this seriously, but because #1 we don’t intend to live at this house longer than 4 years (maaaaaybe 7 max) so it’s okay if it’s not perfect.  We weren’t exactly hunting for our dream home.  and #2  Provo.  we’ve collectedly lived in about 15 different provo apartments and most of them are old and crappy and small and so I guess you could say we have a pretty low standard and don’t stick our noses up at much.

All of that said we are really happy with the house we are buying.  The bones of it are:  it’s cute outside.  The front yard has a huge tree that completely blankets the front lawn with acorns which doesn’t bother us at all since we have a BACKYARD (!)  You walk in the front door into the best part of the house–a large open family room/kitchen with a 20 ft vaulted ceiling.  It’s beautiful and the kitchen is the best thing of my entire life.  The sellers are flipping this house, so they just did a lot of remodeling and the kitchen is all brand new–new dishwasher, new oven/stove, new fridge (the fancy open from the middle kind) new butchers-wood countertops, counter space galore, and the pantry storage space blows my mind.  More than I could ever hope to ever have enough dishes and food to fill.  I’m probably just going to open my cupboards all the time just to stare at the spaciousness of it all.    And speaking of space. . . there isn’t much in the bedrooms.  They are pretty tiny.  There are only 2 of them.  Which would really be a problem and we really would need 3, except that there is a loft space above the garage.  It’s only half finished and isn’t the fanciest thing in the world, but it’s cute and will totally work for my office/bookmaking studio which is what we wanted the 3rd bedroom for anyway.  Did I mention it was way cheaper than the one we were planning to get before we found this one?  So that made it too appealing to pass up and we decided that even though it’s small, we could make this house work for us.   Out the kitchen, through the garage, and past the washer/dryer (:))))))  is the backyard.  It’s got a really pretty tree with purple blossoms (red bud?  is that what she called it?)  and a small patio.  It’s totally fenced (a must with children)  and it’s big enough without being huge.  We have all sorts of dreams for it–patio furniture, fire pit, garden, compost, hammock, sand box?  chickens? (I’m having a lot of yard envy towards those neighbors who just got chickens. . . .)

I managed to take 2 entire photos, so here they are– our next home 🙂

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