While I was reading to G before nap time (just a few minutes ago), I had another thought of---'I can't believe this is my life!' Some days it seems so surreal to have a family of my own. I often think I should be getting packed to head back to my parents house for a visit from college. I guess these thoughts are prompted by the annual 'back to school' season. This is really only my second fall of not being one preparing for school, and that's so strange. Time is a funny, funny thing. It often seems to move so slowly in the present, but looking back, it seems to have flown by. I started college SEVEN years ago. SEVEN. Moving into my dorm is a faint memory. I've changed exponentially since then, physically, emotionally, mentally. I can't even imagine what I'll be like in another seven years. I suppose it won't be quite as dramatic, as 18 to 25 is much more of a growing period than 25 to 32--but I will have an 8.5 year old and a 6.5 year old (maybe another kid or two, too). WHAT?? my two oldest kids will be BOTH in school.... stop time now.
I thought that by the time G was a year and a half (next week), this whole parenting gig would have sunk in. I suppose it mostly has, but there are definitely times when I feel too young (and some might argue I am) to have a kiddo + one on the way. Twenty-six (when baby boy arrives) is really not that young to be a parent, especially when reflecting on the history of man. By 26, most pre-industrial-revolution women had at least 2 living kids, if not more. In the mid-1900s, two kids at 26 wasn't a big deal either. But for 2012, I'm apparently in the minority. Yesterday at the gym, one of the child play center workers comment on how young my husband and I looked. I said we were 25, but that didn't really change her perspective on our family. I don't really care at all, but it is definitely interesting to note. Most of our friends that are in a similar life-situation are quite older, and most of our same-age friends are just now getting married or engaged (if that). Long story short, I'm feeling old. I'm feeling odd. I'm feeling like maybe having two kids is too crazy.
I'm going to love it though, even in the hard days. Just like I do with the one I've got now.
Anyways, thanks for making it through that ramble.
From the last pregnancy update I did, I have:
- gained weight (sitting at 169 now, ugh. 20 pounds gained in 20 weeks...eeeek. I feel like this was kind of related to weaning G, though)
- continued to work out, but my running is down to about 1 or 2 days a week with the rest being elliptical or walking. weights are slowing dwindling as my energy does, but I still make it a point to do at least once a week
- outgrown most of my regular clothes (yesterday was the official 'moving day' of maternity clothes into the closet and most regular clothes into boxes)
- felt way more kicks and less flutters
- found out we are having a SON
- craved ice cream and chocolate like never before, but that may be due to stress. Sad day, we haven't had chocolate in the house since Friday. I didn't buy any at the store in an effort to reduce my sugar intake. I did, however, buy chocolate ice cream soooooo
- took three 'belly' photos within the same weekend because we actually did fun things I wanted baby boy to know he was a part of