I can’t wait! I can’t wait! I can’t wait!

Wait what? Tomorrow is the last day of February? How the heck did that happen?!?!

And just like that, on Sunday we’ll officially be in the month of my son’s birth. Um, February, I wanted you to go fast, but that was a little bit too fast. Any chance you could take a couple laps around the block and come back in a couple weeks? K thanks.

Winter weather finally decided to show up this month, making each week a puzzle of how I’m going to get out of the house and keep Adam from getting cabin fever, while still trying to not go too far in case my water breaks or something crazy.

Yesterday we got 5 1/2 inches of delicious, fluffy snow, so Mike stayed home and had his first snow day ever with the kiddo.


We took a walk first, with Adam in a carrier because his little legs would never have gotten to the woods. He. Was. Not. Happy about this arrangement. I kept him from complete meltdown mode by throwing snow at him and giving him little snowballs that the immediately threw and asked for more. Mike occasionally got some snow down the back of his jacket, but it kept Adam from screaming so it was a necessary evil. The pictures were worth it though:




It was like a winter wonderland out there. Before we got to the snowman building, Mike did a little shoveling so we could walk to the garage without trudging through the snow, and Adam was so excited to help Daddy.


After that he mostly got stuck in the snow that he insisted on diving into and helped us pat down our snowman.



We were outside for quite a while. I’m glad it wasn’t windy or anything because the snow was wet and we started to get pretty cold. Well, except for Mike, who was the chief snowman builder and ended up shedding most of his layers.




He rules. I made myself useful though by finding our snowman’s face and arms. Dates for eyes, carrot for the nose, and a couple of branches carefully chosen to look similar to each other.


He’s still there this morning, but I think the weather is supposed to warm up this weekend, so he’ll be a puddle in no time. I’m glad the second snowman I ever made was done with the family. It was a great distraction from thinking about Tater’s arrival. Oh also, can you think of anything better after playing in the snow then watching Wallace and Gromit while drinking hot cocoa and eating a bowl of marshmallows? Adam couldn’t either.


So When Are You Due?

The 15th. I’m due on the 15th. No month is necessary because the next time a 15th comes around it’ll be my due date. And it just. Got. Real. I have to go through labor again. I’m going to have two kids that need me! Let’s just say sleep hasn’t exactly been abundant lately with all of these thoughts running through my head.

The life of an eight month pregnant lady has continued to be a big old bowl of cherries. I’ve got some days where I’m crazy hormonal and everything is the worst, followed by days where I stare deliriously at my family because I’M SO IN LOVE!! Both days also have spontaneous tears. Poor Mike. Seriously, the patience that man has shown this pregnancy is enough to qualify him for a Nobel Peace Prize.

Oh! And because some days I can’t fathom putting anything into my belly, but other days I’m ravenous, I took advantage of it yesterday.





It might just have been the greatest meal I’ve ever had in my entire life. I don’t regret any of the untold calories I consumed. I can’t wait to have a meal that doesn’t involve angering the baby because I took up valuable real estate.

As for this little dude, he’s as crazy and wonderful as ever:


We had a couple of snow days this week and he had a fantastic time. Mostly he was interested in making it “rain”, and eating the snow.



After we came in and I stripped off all of his soaked clothes, he wanted to put on his “mins” (mittens). When dry ones could not be found he settled for socks. Coincidentally, I used those very socks for mittens last year because I didn’t have any baby mittens.


It’s just a year, but such a difference.

I’m glad we got out a couple of times because temperatures lower than I’ve ever experienced have descended on us. I’m actually looking forward to this weekend because it’s going to be in the 50s, despite the fact that it’s going to rain both days. I’ll be happy when spring comes to town and I can walk outside with the kids. KIDS. Plural!

So Very Tired

This is how Adam and I spent the time between his (very) late nap and me making dinner tonight:


Do I look cute in this picture? Nope, sure don’t. Do I even care that there are various toiletries and a train car in a plastic bowl on the counter behind me? Nope. It’s been that kind of day. Anything to make my child happy at that point, even if it meant cheesing it up in front of the mirror.

Normally we have quiet mornings with breakfast, playing, and PBS, then a snack before it’s off to bed for a nap. It’s a great schedule that has worked wonderfully. The last couple of days his naps have been very off. Something, probably teething, has thrown off the kiddo’s bathroom habits and everything has decided nap time would be a great window to show up. So all of that mess needs to be cleaned up and just like that, Adam is not going back to sleep.

Yesterday he wasn’t very sleep deprived yet after his 45 minute piddly nap, so he was still happy enough to play and be his normal self.


Being naked and putting pants on his head is his normal self. I love it when the weird comes out of him.

Then luckily I went and ran errands and on the way back got a glorious hour of sleep out of him.


This happens so rarely now that I had to take a picture of the cuteness.

Day two of his habits being off was today and I got exactly zero nap from him before I had a mess to clean up. His normally goes down at 11, but I didn’t get him to sleep until 3. Let’s just say that the extra four hours of awake time did not go well. Spontaneous fits followed by manic playing and laughing, followed by a tragic collapse to the ground because…well I don’t know why really.

So when the end of nap time came (and another poo! What the heck?!?), Adam was inconsolably tired. We both really just needed to giggle. And I got some cuddles too:


See that head on my shoulder? That makes it all worth it. I love that boy so much. Even when he’s an irrational human being.

Hopefully tomorrow everything will work itself out and his nap will return to normal. I’m now so very tired every day that I need at least 30 minutes to lay down, and not getting that two days in a row has taken its toll on me too.

Oh right and the pregnancy, aka the reason I’m so damn tired all the time, has officially entered its 8th month. Tater is definitely making his presence known, by way of trying to push out of me alien style. Next month can’t get here fast enough, because I love this boy so much too, even when he’s trying to recreate horror movies in my belly.


Shall We Compare?

Mike mentioned tonight that we haven’t taken a picture of my belly for a while and we should take one. It’s been a long time since we’ve done it and even though I don’t look awesome I was game.

Just for giggles I decided to compare to my last 33 week picture. I’m not sure I should have though.  IMG_1020IMG_1062

Um yeah. Other than the fact that I was insanely bloated last time and had long since given up wearing my wedding ring, my belly was a tiny little thing!

Then, because I was feeling greeeaaat about that, we compared me to a few weeks later, when I was a month from delivery.


Yep, bigger than that too. It’s official, I’m carrying a moose. A moose who has already decided to descend into my pelvis and make my belly so low that I have about three shirts that fit me.

I think I’ll keep the comparisons to a minimum for the next seven weeks. For now, I’m going to go feed the beast a little more. Apparently a plate full of chili fries wasn’t enough. I’ve got a new bar to set just in case there’s a baby number 3 in the future.

I Think The Wait Might Kill Me

I have been very impatient with this pregnancy. I want March to get here and I want my baby. Like now. It hasn’t helped that I took a pregnancy test the very first day the instructions say you can. So we’ve known about this guy since July 7th. July to March is way too long to wait for a kid. (I know let him cook, don’t rush him. I know.)

So far I’ve had events in the near future to look forward to. The point where I could tell people, the gender ultrasound, a trip to California, Thanksgiving, Christmas, my nephew’s visit, my good friend having her baby, my baby shower. They were all little checks that I could tick off my list, and it meant I was that much closer to baby time. I have officially run out of those little events. My due date is next on my list, but it’s still two months away and I just don’t know if I can take it anymore.

Don’t get me wrong, I really do enjoy being pregnant. Once I got past my nightmare aversion to all foods in the first trimester and the unfortunate trip to the emergency room, I’ve been flying high. I feel better than I did with Adam and I’m not swollen like a balloon by the end of every day. Seven months along and I can still wear my wedding ring! My midwife measured me last Friday at my appointment and said I’m measuring exactly where I should be. A few aches and pains, but nothing crazy has been ailing me.

I still get a kick out of every time the baby moves, and trust me, the kid can MOVE (like right now. There. And again. Oh there he is. He says hi readers.)

The thing is, having Adam outside of me has been better than being pregnant ever was, and I want that again. I want to cuddle up and smell Tater’s head. I want to see Adam get to know his baby brother, and I want Mike to get to know his son. I’m pretty sure he’s going to be a spitfire based on his gymnastics inside of me, so it should be a fun ride.

So I find myself being so impatient I can barely function. Mike kindly reminded me that we still have some things to get done before the baby comes. His dresser needs to be painted, and once that happens I can finally bring out the newborn clothes (YAY). There are little things that need to get done like put his bed together and install the car seat, but they’re mere trifles compared to “Go to hospital. Have Baby”.

I think these guys might be the only thing that gets me through this wait:


Because they’re awesome. Which makes me so happy that I have this family. And that we’re adding to it. Which makes me think about the new baby, and that we still have two whole months to get through, which makes me impatient. See?!?! Do you see why I’m never going to make it? This wait is going to drive me crazy!! I’m going to go fold tiny cloth diapers and try to extract my son from my ribs now…

The Name Game

Something happened today. I looked into the mirror and didn’t recognize the giant behemoth belly that is now sticking out of me. I’ve had a cold the last couple of days and been miserable and tired, so pajamas were my number one clothing item. I guess in those days where I couldn’t really see what was happening, A LOT of stuff started happening.

My belly is protruding straight out in a big round ball, and the bottom of my shirts are already starting to creep up just a bit too much. He’s also like a ravenous wolverine in there. He kicks, rolls, punches, stretches and generally just moves around at all hours of the day. Who needs sleep when you can sit up at night listening to the rain and feel body parts protrude from all areas of your stomach?

Starting this week, I have less than two months to go until Operation Baby Drop is a go, and it’s made me think of the things that need to get done before Tater gets here. Put the crib together, paint his dresser, finish my 1,001 baby carrier projects that have been my way of nesting this time, paint the living room. Oh yeah, and we have to NAME the baby!

There was a point a while back where we thought we had a name pretty much ready. Then it fizzled and another one started to look like it’s a great choice. The original name is still on the short list, but it’s very neck and neck with the others at this point.

I thought naming Adam was hard, but this is turning out to be a big challenge. Not only do we have to find one that sounds good with Lee again, but it also has to go with Adam’s name. There won’t be any babies named Moon or Achilles in this house (yes I saw both of those on lists of names). We also don’t want to start a same-letter trend by starting his name with an A, and there are already so many L’s in his name that those are pretty much out too.

So, yeah. We’re at a point of mulling over the names we have and making sure they pass the Full Name Test. You can’t name a kid until you can properly scold them using their full name, right?

I know Tater will get a name, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be before he’s born. At least we have a short list, so if it does come down to a hospital naming situation we won’t have too many to go through. He’ll have one eventually. Definitely before he starts school. Or college. Or gets married. Definitely, maybe.


The last week or so I have felt so, SO pregnant. I know that I’m only 29 weeks and I’ve still got tons of growing to do, but I’ve reached the stage where putting on shoes and socks is really hard, and sleeping is getting uncomfortable no matter what pillow/blanket/sleeping position I use. To top it all off, I now have an amazingly wonderful toddler who wants to play Legos and choo-choos with Mommy on the floor. Mommy doesn’t do well on the floor. Once I get down it doesn’t take long for my back to start hurting, then I look like a beached whale trying to stand up again. I end up getting on my feet by huffing and puffing, then I have to catch my breath for a second before I do anything else. It is not a pretty picture.

There is a sliver lining to getting huge though! Adam is recognizing the whole “baby” thing more and more. He usually points to his own belly when we ask him where baby brother is, but it’s a start. And this happens too:



He’s a very active kid now, but when he wants to cuddle, the kid can cuddle! He scoots in under my arms and requests one of his favorite shows and it just melts me every time.

Speaking of melting me, here are some pictures from Christmas. There’s not much to say except that it was amazing! Adam had so much fun opening presents and actually wants to play with all of his toys. The house has been in a perpetual state of mess since then. I’ll admit that I’ve got some kind of nesting/decluttering antics going on and it’s hard for me to handle, but he’s having so much fun that I just wait until he goes to sleep and clean it so I can get a break.

I mean, who can say no to getting toys out when you get playing like this?

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It was definitely a Very Merry Christmas at the Williamson house.