Second Trimester
Sorry I haven't updated my blog (or, haven't updated all of you!) in so long. First trimester was horrible. Is horrible a strong enough word? I'm not sure. I effortlessly lost weight thanks to nausea all day every day, and lost a lot of PTO at work for the same reason.
Thankfully around week 15 or 16 I started to feel like maybe I could eat again. My appetite is still odd to me, for instance when it comes to meat (chicken, hamburgers, etc) I either REALLY want it, or the thought of it still makes me gag. There's never any telling which it will be. Spencer and I have planned many dinners around a craving I have in the morning, only to cancel them by the time I come home from work because the only thing that sounds good is cereal by then. I'm also pretty much always up for anything sugar (sweet and tart is my favorite right now). Doughnuts and I have become close friends-- and I've always been a bagel girl for breakfast!
If you haven't noticed by now, we found out that we are having a baby GIRL! To say that I am elated is a HUGE understatement. Before we got pregnant, I would tell Spencer that I never had that strong desire that my "calling" in life was to be a mom, if it happened, it happened, if it didn't I believed there was a reason for it. One caveat I had to that statement was that if I am meant to be a mom, it would absolutely be to a girl. That's not to say I wouldn't love a little boy. My nephews are some of my favorite people in the world. There is nothing like the feeling I get when Blake comes in from playing in the yard and brings me a flower. Boys are special in their own way, but me? I am glitter and pink and shoes, and hair bows. I can name just about every disney princess (seriously, just try to beat me in disney trivia). The color pink truly brings joy to my heart. The idea of getting my nails done with a mini me, or shopping for prom dresses, and even better her wedding dress- that gives me all the feels! My mom and I have our moments, but she is hands down one of my top favorite people. She's one of the few people who understand my anxiety triggers (and how to deal with me when I'm having an attack and am frankly impossible to deal with), she listens when I speak, she takes it upon herself to make sure she understands the odd things about me. There were a lot of days growing up that I remember her picking me up from school and letting me just talk about how mean girls were or the latest crush I had. I can only pray that Eva and I have a similar relationship.
Aside from myself, the idea of Spencer being a dad to a little girl gives me all the warm fuzzies. I see how patient he is with me, how he strives to make me feel worthy every day, and the respect he treats me with (even when I don't deserve it). The man is a saint. As someone who was once a teenage girl, a dad of a daughter has to be a bit of a saint. I can't wait to watch him teach her how a lady should be treated. I light up at the thought of him walking her down the aisle some day. As much as I will reject the idea of a little princess trying to take my place as queen, I know that little girl will love her dad so much, and will want him to read stories to her in bed, and tuck her in. They will have a bond unlike one she and I will have. I truly can't wait to watch it happen. When I look at Spencer, I envision him as a dad much like my own-- and everyone knows I'm a daddy's girl through and through.
As far as me, I'm ready to meet Eva. I'm only 22 (almost 23) weeks along and I'm over pregnancy. I miss wine. I miss having energy (though, I'm not sure that's ever coming back even when she's here). I finally don't feel sick anymore and want to work out, but since I took so much time off, my workouts have to consist of pretty mild walking -- and its been in the high 90's for the past what-feels-like-forever so I haven't gotten much movement. I really cant wait to wear regular clothes again. I miss my wardrobe. I can't wait to sleep on my stomach and/or back. I can't wait to want to eat pasta again (seriously, it just never sounds good anymore). One of the hardest parts for me was that we weren't expecting Eva to come so soon, so I had to adjust to being a mom quicker than I imagined. Spencer has a little bit of an adjustment period (plus he can have a drink after a long day!), and sometimes I get really jealous of him. For me, the worrying has already started, I've already had to adjust so much, and I feel like a mom. It's exciting though and I know this will be a great adventure. Just wish I could have maybe had a last hoorah before :)
So about 17 1/2 weeks to go til I get to meet this little one. Prayers are appreciated! So far I've had a pretty normal pregnancy, nothing too terribly alarming coming up, but things can always happen and I'm overly conscious of it. I already got my dream of a baby girl, now I just want her to be happy and healthy.....being cute wouldn't hurt either haha!
xoxoxo
Ashley & Eva
Thankfully around week 15 or 16 I started to feel like maybe I could eat again. My appetite is still odd to me, for instance when it comes to meat (chicken, hamburgers, etc) I either REALLY want it, or the thought of it still makes me gag. There's never any telling which it will be. Spencer and I have planned many dinners around a craving I have in the morning, only to cancel them by the time I come home from work because the only thing that sounds good is cereal by then. I'm also pretty much always up for anything sugar (sweet and tart is my favorite right now). Doughnuts and I have become close friends-- and I've always been a bagel girl for breakfast!
If you haven't noticed by now, we found out that we are having a baby GIRL! To say that I am elated is a HUGE understatement. Before we got pregnant, I would tell Spencer that I never had that strong desire that my "calling" in life was to be a mom, if it happened, it happened, if it didn't I believed there was a reason for it. One caveat I had to that statement was that if I am meant to be a mom, it would absolutely be to a girl. That's not to say I wouldn't love a little boy. My nephews are some of my favorite people in the world. There is nothing like the feeling I get when Blake comes in from playing in the yard and brings me a flower. Boys are special in their own way, but me? I am glitter and pink and shoes, and hair bows. I can name just about every disney princess (seriously, just try to beat me in disney trivia). The color pink truly brings joy to my heart. The idea of getting my nails done with a mini me, or shopping for prom dresses, and even better her wedding dress- that gives me all the feels! My mom and I have our moments, but she is hands down one of my top favorite people. She's one of the few people who understand my anxiety triggers (and how to deal with me when I'm having an attack and am frankly impossible to deal with), she listens when I speak, she takes it upon herself to make sure she understands the odd things about me. There were a lot of days growing up that I remember her picking me up from school and letting me just talk about how mean girls were or the latest crush I had. I can only pray that Eva and I have a similar relationship.
Aside from myself, the idea of Spencer being a dad to a little girl gives me all the warm fuzzies. I see how patient he is with me, how he strives to make me feel worthy every day, and the respect he treats me with (even when I don't deserve it). The man is a saint. As someone who was once a teenage girl, a dad of a daughter has to be a bit of a saint. I can't wait to watch him teach her how a lady should be treated. I light up at the thought of him walking her down the aisle some day. As much as I will reject the idea of a little princess trying to take my place as queen, I know that little girl will love her dad so much, and will want him to read stories to her in bed, and tuck her in. They will have a bond unlike one she and I will have. I truly can't wait to watch it happen. When I look at Spencer, I envision him as a dad much like my own-- and everyone knows I'm a daddy's girl through and through.
As far as me, I'm ready to meet Eva. I'm only 22 (almost 23) weeks along and I'm over pregnancy. I miss wine. I miss having energy (though, I'm not sure that's ever coming back even when she's here). I finally don't feel sick anymore and want to work out, but since I took so much time off, my workouts have to consist of pretty mild walking -- and its been in the high 90's for the past what-feels-like-forever so I haven't gotten much movement. I really cant wait to wear regular clothes again. I miss my wardrobe. I can't wait to sleep on my stomach and/or back. I can't wait to want to eat pasta again (seriously, it just never sounds good anymore). One of the hardest parts for me was that we weren't expecting Eva to come so soon, so I had to adjust to being a mom quicker than I imagined. Spencer has a little bit of an adjustment period (plus he can have a drink after a long day!), and sometimes I get really jealous of him. For me, the worrying has already started, I've already had to adjust so much, and I feel like a mom. It's exciting though and I know this will be a great adventure. Just wish I could have maybe had a last hoorah before :)
So about 17 1/2 weeks to go til I get to meet this little one. Prayers are appreciated! So far I've had a pretty normal pregnancy, nothing too terribly alarming coming up, but things can always happen and I'm overly conscious of it. I already got my dream of a baby girl, now I just want her to be happy and healthy.....being cute wouldn't hurt either haha!
xoxoxo
Ashley & Eva
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