… is parenting a NOW two-year old.
… is being woken up several times during the night because SOMEONE has issues with your bladder having the gaul to infringe on their space.
… is tiny hands clutching your face so you can be given a kiss.
… is feeling the baby snuggle up to big brother when we’re reading stories at bedtime.
… is still dealing with mild morning sickness 25-weeks in.
… is never knowing if I’ll be greeted by an excited “hi mommy” or angry “no mommy” when I get home from work, because toddler emotions are complicated.
… is craving oddball things one minute, only to feel repulsed by them once I taste them.
… is staring at long eyelashes as someone drifts off to sleep.
… is enjoying the little pokes and nudges from Le Bump throughout my workday.
… is listening to toddler songs in the backseat of the car.
… is fretting over a name for the new little one because it feels like the next 15 weeks will zip by.
… is trying to soak in all of the precious moments of having only one child air-side.
… is having a toddler randomly run up to hug my belly and give it a hug and kiss.
… is tantrums. They happen. Handling them with patience and grace is hard at times though.
… is feeling the baby jump every week the Host is elevated at Mass weekly.
… is Bernhard randomly asking with deep concern where JP or I are when he doesn’t see us walk out of the room. “Where mommy?” “Where daddy?”
… is tickling and giggles.
… is the most wonderful vocation in the world to have, even if it’s a hard one.
… is knowing that this new baby is coming into a loving family with a great big brother and an awesome father, and being excited for all of us to meet.