One of the absolute joys of going through pregnancy again is I know what is coming. Yes, I knew that a baby was coming last time (I'm not that blonde!), but to actually experience the incredible miracle of holding your own baby is mind boggling. I could never have imagined how amazing the first time I held Eli would be and having had that experience makes me all the more excited for Baby B the 2nd (haha...like the name...I am sure that baby will have many names by the time she or he makes their grand appearance). I am constantly reminded by Eli of what it means to be a mom. Whether it is the fact that my attempt at being a cute, hip mom totally failed due to the fact that my skinny jeans are no longer skinny. Instead they are stretched-out-worn-at-the-knees skinny jeans (please don't look at my knees the next time you see me...I am still trying to live in my mommy fantasy world). Or whether I am reminded by the laughing, hugs, kisses, running, screaming, sometimes out right tantrums. Not going to lie, it kind of makes me want to go take a nap just thinking about chasing two little ones around, but it also makes me so happy!
Continuing my fantasy of perfect weekly pictures of my belly we bring you week 9. I call it "Run Eli, RUN!" I promise that in one of the weeks to come you will actually be able to see my stomach. But until then, you will just have to take my word that there really isn't much to see yet.