Time is Flying!

This Friday will mark my 25th week of pregnancy. I can't believe how fast it's flying by this time. Generally speaking, this has been an easy pregnancy. The first trimester came with exhaustion and some nausea. Now I've moved into the heartburn and acid reflux stage. This pregnancy is almost complete deja vu of my pregnancy with Daniel. Due at the same time, same symptoms, and this kiddo packs a powerful punch just like his big brother.

I'm excited, but nervous. Not the same nervous that I felt with Daniel. I'm not scared about labor or delivery at all. If I'm lucky it'll go just as smoothly. I'm more nervous about going from one child to two. I know it will be fine and although every once in a while I'm sad that Daniel won't be my little baby anymore (who am I kidding...he'll always be my baby!). I don't worry that I won't feel the same love for James as I do for Daniel, because I already love this little guy so much! I think most of my nerves stem from remembering the exhaustion. Daniel was sweet, but a high maintenance little dude. I HATED my own bed time because it was harder for me to get up after I had already fallen asleep, and Daniel woke up every couple of hours for months and months...and months. But, with him, if I was still exhausted I could easily fall asleep on the couch in the early morning and even through the day in the beginning. With a toddler, that will not be happening. I'll live. I know my emotions will get the best of me at times, but many mothers have survived and I will too! (Someone please remind me of this when I'm walking around like a zombie!)

At the same time, I look forward to those middle of the night snuggles and nursing sessions. Even through exhaustion and even frustration at times, I always made a point to cherish those moments with Daniel. I look forward to baby coos and smiles. I look forward to all of the "firsts". I'm excited, albeit slightly nervous to see how Daniel reacts to being a big  brother!

I really do think he'll be a good big brother, but not sure what he'll think in the beginning. He talks about James all the time and even talks TO him sometimes too. He gave his brother his own special nickname that he came up with. He calls him Jamesy. It's pretty darn adorable.

I'll admit, this pregnancy is bittersweet for me. For years I imagined myself having three kids. Due to finances though, James will more than likely be our last child. I don't want to do a anything permanent, because maybe a few years down the road something could change, but I'm embracing each day and savoring every kick. Although, right now I'm also feeling at peace with having 2, so maybe this is what we are meant to have anyway.



How about this little cutie?!