It’s so interesting how 6 more weeks can seem like the shortest amount of time and the longest amount of time simultaneously. As my last trimester started I felt totally unprepared for the end of this pregnancy. But things are falling into place now. We have a plan for what to do with Wes should BA2 come suddenly, her clothes are folded and in a dresser, the books are in the book shelf, all of the essentials for at least the first few days are here at our house. There are still some things to do, but we’re in a good place now. Which is great so I have more time for naps.
As this pregnancy comes to a close I’m reminded that these are my last few weeks of just Wes and me. He’s getting a little clingy, which I think is normal based on discussions I’ve had with some of my friends. It’s really sweet. I get a lot of hugs and kisses and requests to build and play. Even when Sean is home. That’s a big deal. It makes me a little sad. Sad that I won’t be able to give him this much attention ever again, and we won’t be just Wes and me in the same away ever again. But I know that will also be a good thing.
I got over some heartburn this week. It was an easy fix and I should have Googled it sooner. Sean had to do it for me. Turns out laying down after dinner is not great when you’re pregnant. There’s not much room to digest and laying down makes it worse creating heartburn. Maybe I’m not remembering correctly, but I didn’t have any heartburn with Wes and I definitely used to lie down after dinner. I’d also been drinking a nightly glass of lemonade as my “cocktail,” and think that had something to do with it. I was pretty sad to give up the lemonade at first, but the trade off is so much better.
We went to IKEA this past weekend for a dresser and bookshelf for BA2. Sean put it all together and Wes sorta kinda helped me fold clothes and place books on the shelf. Last week I was feeling far from ready for this baby to come, but this week I’m feeling much better.
Earth Day was Sunday, April 22nd, and we celebrated! We celebrated with an herb planting project.
Initially, we wanted these herbs to serve as natural bug repellents, not as herbs we’d use in the kitchen. Our house backs up to some woods. One day we will get a deck, and we don’t want to get too bug-bitten. We also don’t want to risk killing any bees by having our yard sprayed, so this seemed like a great solution. Despite seeming like a great solution, the project evolved.
I thought I’d done a great job of documenting all of our progress. It turns out I didn’t. So here are Sean and Wes doing other yard activities over the last few months, with the herbs in the background. Above you have the sandbox Sean started to build last summer. When Sean decided this project really made more sense as a regular herb garden, we decided this sandbox would be great as an herb garden. The yard project you seeing happening here is Sean and Wes planting wildflowers to help attract bees. We’re very concerned about the pollinators!
Above is a freshly-ish planted garden on Father’s Day, and then Sean and Wes digging a trench for a drainage pipe with our growing herbs in the background.
A few weeks ago we had so much basil! Finally! So we made a pesto for our Sunday family dinner. I’d link a recipe but Sean was in charge and when Sean is in charge he just figures it out.
It was so satisfying to make the pesto entirely from basil from our own garden. We have another surplus of basil now and in a few weeks hope to try this recipe. Ice baths and cheese clothes are so up Sean’s alley. Plus, we haven’t done anything with heirloom tomatoes yet this season, and it seems like something we have to remedy before the season is over!
I don’t have a good excuse for week 29, but I didn’t take a picture. I did take a picture last week but haven’t written because I’m distracted. We started to potty train last week. Potty training is so emotional! I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve felt encouraged and completely discouraged. It takes up a lot of head space. I’m very tired. I’ve decided to think of it as good practice for the newborn days we’re about to head into very soon. I’m hyper aware of Wes’s input and output in a way I haven’t been in a long, long time. And we’re about 8 weeks away from that with BA2. Isn’t that unbelievable that we’re in the single digits?!
I had a Braxton Hicks contraction over the weekend during yoga. At least I think that’s what it was. I didn’t feel any of these with Wes so I don’t have a lot of experience here. I spent some time researching Braxton Hicks and freaking out that it was a sign that BA2 would arrive at 35 weeks instead of on time or later (it’s not, in case you’re unfamiliar. Just a totally normal thing that happens in pregnancy). Sean asked why I chose to focus on 35 weeks. Because it’s 2 away from full term and I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to make freezer meals. He joked with me and helped calm some of my anxieties. That even if she does come at 35 weeks and the freezer isn’t stocked, we’ll be fine. I’m still anxious about so much, because of course, but thank goodness for the balance Sean provides.
Given that we had access to free and willing babysitters on our trip to St. Louis, of course Sean and I had a date night! We went to Brasserie by niche, and we loved it.
That spreadable cheese up there was so delicious. Sean was very disappointed at the size of his steak when it first came out. “Glad I have a side of steak with my fries,” he joked. Then he was pleasantly surprised how happy he felt after eating just the smaller portion and was glad it wasn’t so big after all. This restaurant reminded us of France. I think we’re pretty sad we weren’t able to take a big vacation this year because we keep talking about France and seeking out these places that remind us of France. There aren’t any perfect little French bistros like this in our neighborhood. We’re pretty sad about that too. The weekend after we got back from St. Louis, we tried to find something perfectly French like this for our family meal out. We found something but didn’t make it there. So he made some steak frites for us of his own. He did a great job and we had our own little French bistro at home.
Even though we were a little sad we weren’t actually enjoying this meal in France, we still had a great time. Thanks for making our date night happen, Grandma and Grandpa!
Did you have a nice 4th of July? We went to St. Louis to be with Sean’s family for the holiday. I’ve wanted to call it a weekend, but when the holiday is on a Tuesday it’s not really a holiday, is it? One of Sean’s sisters, Shelley, and her husband, Eric, live in St. Louis, which is why we met up there.
I love St. Louis. My family took a trip there in 2009 just the four of us and had such a great time. Sean and I went shortly after we got engaged in 2011 to visit Shelley and had a great time and a very memorable meal. It’s such a nice city. Shelley and Eric live a little outside of the city, but we decided to stay in it. Those photos above are from our first morning. We walked around City Garden and had breakfast at Rooster. Rooster was one of a few really great meals we had this trip. Can you tell Wes is pealing the wrapper off his crayons in this picture? It’s the first thing he does when he gets to a restaurant with crayons. We don’t know why. I think it’s funny.
We went swimming at Shelley and Eric’s community pool. It was lots of fun and a great way to spend a hot morning. In Northern Virginia (and probably other places, just not at Shelley and Eric’s pool), the life guards take a break on the :45’s. They blow the whistle and if you’re under 6 you head to the baby pool. When the life guard didn’t blow the whistle to announce a time to go to the baby pool, Wes did it for him. At first he blew his whistle just for Sean to let him know when to stop swimming, and then we all eventually made it to the baby pool. Children are such fun!
Sean’s dad’s birthday fell a few days after this trip, so we had an early celebratory dinner for him since we were all together. We went to Pastaria, and it was another really great meal! When it came time to order dessert we ordered three. We almost didn’t get that birthday cake pictured above, but it was the winner!
For our last morning, we headed to the City Museum. Sean and I went with Shelley when we visited. It’s fun if you’re just adults and it’s really fun if you’re a kid. I didn’t do very much this time. There’s lots of climbing and exploring and tight spaces in this museum, so Sean took the lead here and those two and Alli explored under and above and all over!
Plus there is a two story slide! Which Wes loved even if he’s not showing it on his face here.
That cheese face! It just makes me so happy!
I know I skipped week 27. I forgot to take a picture. Week 27 and week 28 were so similar anyway. I’m in the 3rd trimester as of this week! I can’t believe it! This has all gone by so fast!
I’ve had a good month of time. There have been little things here and there, like some carpal tunnel and the need to waddle by the end of the day, but overall the last month has been one of the best. Despite being so hot! I have this recollection that the summer before Wes was born wasn’t so bad. I remember being mostly comfortable (temperature-wise) the whole summer. I forgot that I spent my days in cushy air conditioning. What a different world with a small child that likes to be outside. It’s amazing how hot I can get by just sitting in the sun. And, yeah, how often am I just sitting? It’s worth it though. I’ve really come to love being outside, even if I wish it were a little cooler sometimes. More importantly, it makes Wes so happy!
A friend of ours had a birthday recently, and to celebrate a group of us were invited to join her for a Nats/Cubs game. She’s a Cubs fan. It was a 7 p.m., Monday night game, so initially I told Sean he’d probably be going on his own if he decided to go. Getting a sitter to our house in enough time for me to leave to get into the city on a weeknight is tricky. And then I thought, but this could be so fun! I want to go! And Sean and I talked more and we said, we should just risk it and bring Wes because the cost of the babysitter would have been more than his ticket. So in a very unlike us move, we ended up breaking our rules and bringing Wes to a baseball game that started at bedtime!
I’m so glad we brought him! This worked out so well and was a lot of fun for all of us! Wes, of course, didn’t really know what was going on, but he occasionally popped up on Sean’s lap and Sean would walk him through what was happening. He liked when people clapped and cheered and would join right along with them. He danced to the music, made friends with the birthday girl, and mastered drinking water straight from the bottle. A very successful night all around.
We made it through the first half of the 5th inning, or about 8:45 p.m. Which meant we made it for the Presiden’ts Race! I love the President’s Race! George won. We parked at Sean’s office and our house is a little ways out, so I knew getting home would take awhile. I thought I was so smart coming prepared with pajamas and putting him in them before we left for home. Because of course he’d fall asleep. Right? Nope! He chatted the whole 35 minutes home! “You’re going in the wrong direction, Momma. Daddy told you the right way to go.” “It’s raining? Are we going to see lightning? I need to call my friend Eleanor. We’re going to talk about the ligtning. Did you bring my phone?” (It was not raining. No, he doesn’t have a phone.) “Momma, you crack me up.” “Do you see the crane? Are the construction workers still working?” And he recapped the foul ball that landed incredibly close to us. The man who caught it spilled his peanuts and Wes cried. I’m not sure if Wes cried because he was scared by the close proximity of the ball or because the man spilled his peanuts. I think it may have been the spilled peanuts. It still comes up and he always leads with the peanuts spilling, not the ball landing. While I didn’t really want him to fall asleep at 10 p.m., I really enjoyed experiencing a ball game with him and his loopy chatter at the end of his night.
I reread my Father’s Day post from last year before writing anything this year. I was curious how things compared. I had forgotten that Sean was pretty special on the weekends a year ago. Although it’s definitely magnified. Wes wants Sean to do everything when he’s home. Give him a snack, change his shorts, go outside, answer the question that I just answered, do bedtime, everything. It’s sweet. Sometimes a little annoying because I really did just answer the question in the same way Sean would! It’s such fun to watch their relationship grow and develop with each year. While needing constant attention from Daddy can be tough too, it’s still much nicer than the rejection from two years ago.
We kept with tradition and went to our same beloved brunch place for Father’s Day. They only had waffles. Wes doesn’t believe he likes waffles. He only likes pancakes. With the help of our waiter we came up with Belgian pancakes. About midway through the meal Sean finally breaks the news to him that he’s eating waffles. Wes almost looked like he might cry. Then I said it again and he said. “These aren’t waffles these are pancakes, silly goose!” We laughed. I’m not sure when Belgian pancakes will be called waffles in our house.
Thumbs up for Belgian pancakes!
I always say this but it never fails to be true, thanks so much for all you do for us, Sean. Thanks so much for working so hard and for waking up so early for us! Happy Father’s Day!
People ask me often if I think Wes understands he’s going to be a big brother. As much as a 2.5 year old can, I say. It is sweet the way he knows her name and sometimes kisses my belly with the intention of giving her a kiss. He sometimes includes her in his prayers at night and, when asked, says yes of course he’ll be a big helper when she comes. We’ll see about that last one. Wes really likes babies generally and it’s so sweet, but I have no doubt that our transition will be incredibly hard.
In other news this week, BA2 is starting to do that thing where she presses on me with a body part. Like she’s just trying to make sure the boundaries are real and she really can’t get out yet. Her schedule has changed. She used to move a lot in the evening but she’s more active in the morning and afternoon now. All this movement makes it more fun.