Pregnant with Brooklyn

My pregnancy with Brooklyn was a lot kinder to me. I didn't have anywhere near the struggles I did compared to my first go around with Boston. Maybe it was just that fact alone - that it wasn't my first time. I kind of knew what to expect, so it wasn't completely uncharted territory for me. And, because that first time was so difficult, I was planning for the worst. When it wasn't that bad, I was happily surprised. 

I didn't really get sick, I was just tired, but I think that was because of Boston. Ha! He kept me running, like always, my whole pregnancy. Honestly, it's all kind of a blur because it went so fast. I am grateful that it did, because I only gained 25 lbs when it was all said and done. Thank you, Boston!

I remember how stressful the end of my first trimester was. Kris got in a really bad car accident and had to have surgery. The same day of his surgery, Boston fell off of our bed and had to get stitches. I was a nervous wreck with all of those big stresses happening all at once, and in my first trimester. I was scared that I was going to lose our baby. Stress does scary stuff like that to our bodies, you know? Well, luckily that is not how my story goes. 

Kris is lucky to be alive and that he only shattered his elbow.

Kris is lucky to be alive and that he only shattered his elbow.

Kris shattered his elbow in the car accident.

Kris shattered his elbow in the car accident.

This is after the surgery. A new bionic elbow. 

This is after the surgery. A new bionic elbow. 

My little buddy! He had to be sedated in order for the doctor to put the stitches in his lip.

My little buddy! He had to be sedated in order for the doctor to put the stitches in his lip.

The baby was healthy and strong, and Kris and Boston were on the mend. We didn't know the gender yet, but we would find out soon. Thanksgiving was right around the corner (about a month away), so we thought that would be a good time to share the excitement of the gender with our family. When it was time for my gender ultrasound, we had my mom come with us so she could be told if it was a boy or a girl. That way, later that week at Thanksgiving dinner we could share in the surprise with our families. My mom was so cute in the way she helped with the reveal; she got those big black balloons and had the gender-colored confetti put inside them. When we popped them open at the dinner, we were shocked to find PINK CONFETTI!

IT'S A GIRL?!  

I didn't believe it! I thought it was a prank!  (In the video above you can see how I go over to my step-dad Wayne first, he had me totally convinced it was a boy. Before we popped the balloon, I thought he slipped up and told me the gender on accident. He said, "So, is Boston excited to have a brother?" And he said it like I already knew the gender. I was like, I KNEW IT! BOY! And then he was so apologetic for ruining the surprise. Then to pop open the balloon and have it be PINK confetti, I was so confused! I didn't believe it was a girl! Remember how I told you about our chances of having a girl being slim to none? I was totally shocked. And the shock, mixed with pregnancy hormones, caused me to break down and cry. (I went to find a quite place, which ended up being a bathroom, so that I could really absorb the fact that I was having a girl and let my tears flow without embarrassment. I didn't want to cry in front of everyone. My mom came and found me and we cried together. We were both so excited and overwhelmed with joy!) It was so fun to share that moment with family and be surprised. I usually don't like surprises, but this was a fun exception. 

Sorry the pictures are grainy, but this us sharing the news with Kris' family later that same evening.

Sorry the pictures are grainy, but this us sharing the news with Kris' family later that same evening.

I was excited to finally be able to plan my baby room and start buying some cute baby girl stuff! For whatever reason, buying girl stuff is way more fun than buying boy stuff, in my opinion.

Toward the end of my pregnancy I started to get pretty nervous about how Boston would handle all of the changes. He is such a creature of habit, I knew his world was going to be rocked. He was already struggling at the time with being nice and gentle to other kids. He had a hitting problem, and no matter how I tried to get him to stop, he would still hit. Terrible two's is no joke. I kept hoping it would get better, and I did, but that was a lot later (like around the time he turned three). He must have sensed all of the changes and didn't know how to handle his emotions; my heart went out to him. He had first-child-syndrome and wanted our undivided attention, constantly. I could only imagine what was going to happen when he had to share that attention with a little baby sister. On that same note, I was having my own personal struggle imagining myself sharing my Boston time with another little human. I knew how tired I was with Boston, and it scared me to think that I might have two of him. Two high-maintenance babies is a terrifying thought. So, I just kept hoping that God would send me a break and bless me with an easy-going baby. I am making Boston sound horrible - he's not! But, honestly he isn't easy. He and I are way too much alike, and therefore butt heads! He is stubborn and strong willed (he gets that from his Mama), but I love him so hard! I wouldn't trade him for anything. Parenting is funny that way...

When it was finally getting close to my delivery date, I was so ready! It had been a fairly easy pregnancy, but I was done. Luckily, since this was my second baby, my midwives were willing to induce me a week early. So, without a second thought, I scheduled my induction date. Baby Girl would be born a week before her due date of May 5! My induction date was April 28th at 6:00 AM, and much to my surprise, my water broke April 27th at 6:00 PM! 

That's life - you have to plan to be surprised for pretty much everything. Don't you agree?