Big Things


May 13, 2015 by Heather

Every time the thought of blogging passes through my crowded and contorted brain lately all I can think about is how much catching up I have to do — how crazy the past few months have been and how I haven’t really written much about it.  I didn’t even post anything about our beach trip.  Or did I?  I honestly can’t remember.  Like I said, it’s been crazy.

So in thinking about how to catch up on the past, I decided the easiest thing to do would be the following:  give all the glory to God that I made it through (with an A in both classes), and then leave the past where it belongs.  Can we do that?  As good as it might feel to really vent about how stressful it was, I think I’d like to just move on to the here and now, because big things are happening presently.


I mean that quite literally, I am big.  As in, I weigh the same at 30 weeks right now as I did when I was 41 weeks and having Parker.  This second pregnancy business doesn’t mess around.  I hurt, I ache, I waddle.  Remember all of those pregnancy update posts I did with Parker where I just felt so wonderful and radiant and full of energetic, maternal life?  I’m sure chasing a toddler around has not helped things.  From what they tell me, everything is looser… ligaments, joints, cartilage, you name it… so all of the extra stuff isn’t being as supported as it was last time.  My lower back has all but given up, and I can’t say that I blame it.  I’m trying really hard not to complain audibly, because I still have a solid 8 weeks left, and Lord knows what those will contain.  At the last doctor appointment I was told to refrain from bending, lifting, twisting, etc., as much as possible.  I kept to myself that earlier in the day I had given Parker a piggy back ride around the neighborhood, planted flowers, and carried in a whole lot of groceries.  I’ve since realized that I should sincerely take her advice and am making an effort to take it easy, as much as I can with, well, this going on:


So much about this picture screams BLACKMAIL, doesn’t it?  He recently painted his own toenails, and they catch me off guard every time I glance at his feet.


I’m not one to be like, Ooooh where did the last three years go, he’s growing up so fast, etc., because to be honest it has felt like an eternity.  Having Parker forced me to do a complete metamorphosis, and the change is on-going and ever-evolving.  I think that is partly why I welcome these new phases of his little life, because (selfishly) it means that I’m coming along too, growing along with him.  I just recently started using the potty myself, so we’re alike in that capacity.

For his birthday we’ve updated his room a little bit, big boy style.  Had to vacate the crib for little brother.


The other side of the room houses a new, big bookshelf — a birthday gift to him from my dad and step-mom.  Above his bed is one of my very favorite poems that I hand wrote and framed (Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann).  The space is much more open now.  He loves it.  And yes, I realize the cords next to his bed are hazardous.  I’m working on it.

So that’s where we are, here and now.  I’m a nesting machine.  I believe my exact phrase to Hannah on my last day of class was, “I’m about to nest so hard.”  I’ve made good on that.  Don’t come too close, I’ll either spray you with bleach, throw you away, or take you to Goodwill.  I’m not kidding.



One thought on “Big Things

  1. You’ve got this! My second daughter is 5 months old and it’s just now starting to feel like we’re coming out of the fog and into the fun.

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