Disclaimer: this post is about pregnancy. I know that sometimes when things on the fertility train are rough, it is just not fun to read about someone else's pregnancy. If you aren't feeling it, know that I totally get it if you just close the window.
January is usually my least favorite month of the year, which is why I keep thinking it's February! I am so loving this time of our life and my brain just refuses to believe that I can be this happy in such a horrible, cold, dreary month. But alas, it is so.
We've spent the month just totally playing. I love it. Steven's super busy with school and work, but Gage and I are partying it up every day and when Steven finally gets home, he just jumps in the party and doesn't even complain about how exhausted he must be with his ridiculous schedule of craziness and responsibility.
This little baby (the one inside of me) is g-r-o-w-ing! It's insanity! And she's so calm. Gage was a wild man in there, thumping around in my uterus like Ringo Starr, but this little girl is so relaxed that sometimes I have to poke her a little to feel her squirm around.
I love it.
Bottom line, we're just so content right now. And don't tell me to knock on wood. Cause I won't. Cause I know that when life is fantastic, you just need to live in it wholly and without any fear of what may come. And then when the trials do come (because they always do), you've had an awesome three months or days or years or minutes of blissful happiness, and that happiness carries you through the hard times until things are sunshiney and bright again.
Can I get an "amen"?
Just kidding. But, really, Happy January! Let's hope it stays warm and snow-less.
And what are your thoughts on toddlers and infants sharing a bedroom? (Obviously not until said infant is sleeping through the night). I'd love to hear your opinion.