Saturday afternoon we decided randomly to make the drive to Nashville Indiana for ice cream. This pregnant lady had a hankering for something from The Chocolate Moose, so off we went. It was also an excuse to let a certain teething toddler monster continue to sleep in his car seat and avoid attempting to transfer him.
The drive out SR 46 west of Bloomington is always lovely. JP and I have made the trip a couple times, but have never actually explored Nashville, despite it being a mere 20-minute drive, so after we grabbed a couple shakes we decided to drive into town and walk around a bit. And the “bit” turned into a couple hours, resulting in is grabbing dinner.
After dinner when we were headed back to the car Bernhard very grumpily declared “no! Stay” — really all we did was walk around and window shop a bit, but apparently he had thought that was awesome, and wanted to do more! If that review from an almost two-year old doesn’t you, the I don’t know what will.
So, yes, more little trips to Nashville will be happening. We stuck to the main downtown shopping area, but it looked like there were lots of things to do – including a marionette show, which at one point was apparently considered a lewd activity in Indiana. And depending on timing of family visits JP and I just *may* try to sneak away to one of the hotels or BnB’s overnight this summer… hint-hint 😉
On the way back to Bloomington we decides to swing through a bit of Brown County State Park. We wanted to get lay of the land in hopes that we can camp a night or two this summer.
We barely scratched the surface of the park, but of my goodness it’s stunning! I can’t wait to see the fall colors this year there. Fingers crossed we get a decent season too, last year was so warm it was meh at best.
Bernhard was most in love with checking out Lake Ogle, and being encouraged to play in a giant puddle. Ah, toddler life!
It was a much needed quick get-a-way for us from the chaos that Bloomington turns into the last weekend in April and first few of May with the influx of SO many people for graduation. The only thing was we really should have just done Nashville or BCSP – Bernhard was a touch overly tires by the time we got home. Whoops! Despite bedtime being a bit goofy, JP and I have actually felt more refreshed this week. So win-win there.
Now to figure out what to do this weekend!
Aside from the occupant of Le Bump making his or her appearance around Labor Day, we have another exciting event happening in August (if you’re a long-time reader have you noticed how August is never quiet for us?) – and no I’m not talking about attending GenCon 50 (though we’re looking forward to that too). For the first time we’ll be living within our own (rented) four walls. We’re going to be moving to a HOUSE!
We all have them, those days where you wake up and feel like “arge, do I really have to today?” I’m in the midst of one myself, due in part to the realization yesterday (silly as this sounds) that I’m pregnant over summer which means no patio time with a beer until after Le Bump arrives – this seriously seems WORSE to me than no Glühwein over Christmas as it was with Bernhard’s pregnancy. (that said, pregnancy isn’t the WORST thing in the world. I’m happy to have Le Bump on board.) Then I feel like I got to work and it’s been a day full of surprises, like no coffee/tea (!!!) or microwave today due to office construction, and generally feeling blah physically.
Oh, and the dismal news out of St. Petersburg this morning has left me feeling less than hopeful in the human race today. I found myself counting down the minutes until Noon so I could pray the Angelus to have a moment and refocus.
Breathe in and say a Hail Mary.
^That seems to have been my mantra for the last month or so, and while some may find it silly, it does seem to help me. The only problem is that I don’t always adhere to my own mantra when life gets rough. But especially when trying to be loving to a toddler who has been a bit of, shall we say, a challenge lately. Mass yesterday was no exception – but as my mom pointed out (thanks!) we don’t have to do that Mass over. The next one is another opportunity. Again, say a Hail Mary.
All of the Monday-y and blah feelings aside, I felt like I got a silly little boost when I glanced at Twitter just before I ate lunch — Tommy of The Catholic Hipster graciously nominated me for the 2017 Catholic Hipster Mom contest. I feel like I’m small beans compared to the other wonderful ladies who are also in the running, but it’s brought a smile to my face none the less. Thanks Tommy, I needed that. I feel like this is just another example of how awesome the Catholic Twitter community is, and I’m happy that I’m a part of it in some small way.
Between it being lent, work (a huge document just got published) and various other life things I’ve had little time to blog — but also this:
That’s right, Bernhard Joseph is going to be a big brother come late August/early September (EDD actually IS Labor Day) depending on when this little one decides it’s time to pop out!
We sent out a few physical announcements last weekend to our grandparents and wanted to give them a week to arrive before making it “internet official”.
Here’s one of my favorite outtakes from that announcement:
Joking aside, Bernhard has been as excited at a 22-month old can be. He actually outted me at Kroger when I was about 10-weeks along by ripping my jacket open and announcing to the entire store very loudly “MY BEBE” and “BEBE PLAY?”. We’re reading lots of books about babies, being a big brother, and trying to work on being gentle. He points out babies we see in public too, and has been pretty good about playing nicely with smaller kids at the museum and library.
So, for the questions that’re sure to pop up:
When did you find out? Christmas weekend was when we got the BFP (big fat positive). But between the holiday and ending up in urgent care with B exhibited possible pneumonia symptoms it was a bit overshadowed. JP jokes now that he gave me the BEST possible Christmas surprise he could have come up with. And yes, for everyone this baby was a surprise. But a good one 🙂
Due date? Labor Day (September 3/4) of this year.
Boy or Girl? We don’t know yet, I’m only 16 weeks along today, so no anatomy scan. But I’ll probably keep it to just us and our families like I did with B. Meaning… you’ll have to wait for the birth and name announcement after Labor Day!
Names? We have lists. But again, we won’t know until we actually MEET this little one — just like with B. We knew what his middle name was going to be, but we were between two first names and didn’t know which he was until we met him. JP met him first due to the emergency c-section and knew his name, but held off until I met him too just in case I disagreed.
How are you feeling? I have my great days and not so great days. I wasn’t as sick this time around during the first trimester (with B I lost 15lbs from not keeping ANYTHING down for the first 16 weeks). I did forget how tired cooking a baby makes you though, and add that to a very active toddler boy, oh my!
Any cravings? The only real craving that has seemed to come out of left field has been coca cola – which at first I thought was just the carbonation (a craving I had with Bernhard), but nope, it’s the coke flavor. I’ve indulged a bit here and there in it, but I don’t like to. I’m not a soda drinker at all.
Any worries this time around? Honestly, it seems like pregnancy is an “old hat” this time around. Probably because I’ve gestated the full 40 weeks before and given birth. The only worry is that we’re getting keys to a new rental on August 10th and the baby is due 3-weeks later! Thankfully the two leases will over lap by 3 weeks AND we’ve decided to hire movers this time around.
If anyone has any other questions feel free to leave a comment and I’ll reply!