We are 32 weeks pregnant as of this week and went in for our ultrasound to follow up from 28 to see if Zora had gotten any bigger. I could tell you just from carrying around this new wiggly stomping person that she’d at least gotten busier. Our ultrasound, while she refused to cooperate and be photogenic, went well and she has jumped up to the 27th % for size and is now estimated at a little over 4lbs. The doctor said her other biophysical signs all looked good and that her fluid was in the “normal” range and it didn’t make her nervous. She said she expected to wait until around 39 weeks to plan our c section and has an optimistic outlook, while still wanting to keep a close watch on kiddo.

Of course, just this past it had occurred to me that if we DID get good news and things were positive that also meant that we’d run a higher risk of my ACTUALLY going into labor instead of getting well ahead of the possibility. I had a little panic event last week about “oh no what do we do then?!” And Kevin, as usual, told me it was going to be fine since we had so MANY people who were willing to help out as needed (on short notice). I worried – who will take Ember to school? How would they get here there without a car seat installed? I can’t install a car seat at 3am in labor! We can’t take Ember to the hospital with us! Ahhhh!

Kevin very patiently and calmly told me that we were, in fact, going to be having a baby and if that meant Ember missed ONE day of daycare it would be fine.

So he says. I’m trying to believe him.

Otherwise, things are moving along at lightning speed. We’ve been able to go to some CFC soccer games this summer and had Ember along with us for tailgating a few times.

She’s doing great at school and growing up more and more every day. It’s fantastic and amazing and oh man I wish it would slow down sometimes. But I keep finding myself, with every phase she goes through, thinking THIS age is my favorite. She’s such fun and so sweet. I’m still grappling with the idea that we will have another tiny person in our home so soon – early September is right around the corner!

Ember’s most recent kick is ballerinas, and she’s constantly working on her own interpretive dance moves.

This past weekend my friends got together for a baby shower for Zora and we all had a great time. Kevin brought Ember over about halfway through and she had fun opening gifts (and wearing a onesie meant for Zora later) and playing with her buddy Fable.

Ember is also excited at the IDEA of Zora even if none of us are ready for her to really be here. She’s very sweet and tells everyone all about how she’s going to be a big sister. She will also quickly rush up to lift my shirt to show folks EXACTLY where her baby sister is. She seems to be getting the general idea.

“I have a baby in tummy!” She proclaimed one day in after care.

I spent some time last night re-reading the first few weeks with Ember from this blog back in 2017 as well as doing some comparison of the end of my first pregnancy with where I am now. It seems we are in more comfortable shape than last time pregnancy wise, but reading those first few entries when she was at the hospital or had first gotten home brought back many memories.

I remind myself that I did a great job last time and we will do an even better job this time around.