Someone's getting a sidekick!
This pregnancy has been a doozy, energy-sapping-wise. More nausea, exhaustion, and general zombie-like behaviour than the first. And, unlike the first pregnancy, this one comes with a side of energetic toddler. She has no chill — and sometimes enjoys hurling herself off a side table onto the couch.
At 18 weeks, I'm just starting to feel human again.
(Shoutout to Matthew, who's been doing the early-morning thing with Ursula every day so I can get a little extra rest. And shoutout to Ursula, who holds me accountable to taking a daily prenatal vitamin: "Baby eat!")
We're excited for Ursula to have a sibling. She really likes kids, and is already kissing my belly and talking about "baby." Only occasionally — and usually after a tantrum in public or a snotty, sleepless night — do Matthew and I look at each other and ask, "WHAT ARE WE GETTING OURSELVES INTO?!
(We'll survive. The kids will go off to summer camp in, like, 9 years. And we will sleep again.)