After almost a year hiatus, I’m happy to be getting back to my little blog. Blogging is so therapeutic and a creative outlet for me. I’ve missed it so much but with a new job, two crazy littles, and a nauseating (so nauseating) pregnancy, I fell away from it. But I missed it all the while and continued to think about it and make plans for it. I’m excited to be back and posting again!

Since then…

I’m pregnant with baby 3! We will welcome another sweet girl in the middle of September. The girls, Chris, and I are thrilled and can’t wait to meet her. The beginning of the pregnancy was pretty rough and I endured the worst “morning sickness” of all of my pregnancies. I was pretty nauseous with Hadley and tired all the time. With Everly, I was even more nauseous and tired, but it was hard to determine whether it was solely the pregnancy, or the pregnancy combined with mothering a toddler. I mean…that’s a whole other ball game! But this time around, baby girl #3 isn’t messing around. I literally couldn’t get out of bed some days, and other days, I couldn’t get out of the bathroom. I usually felt okay first thing in the morning, but as the day went on, the nausea would get worse and worse. This was the first pregnancy that had me vomiting- and vomiting often! I couldn’t make my girls meals because I couldn’t even look at food. My cravings ranged from ramen noodles (I ate the chicken version every day and now I can’t even fathom eating them- ugh!), ham (that was a weird one), and at one point, lemonade. My food aversions have been interesting also. While I usually crave sweets, I couldn’t stand ice cream (I’ll never forget the night I threw up a Dairy Queen blizzard- never again will I be able to do the berry one), and anything red had me running for the bathroom; red sauce, pizza, tomatoes, not happening. I couldn’t browse social media because pictures of food or even certain colors or scenes would make me throw up. It was…miserable.

BUT…I always reminded myself the miracle growing inside that was causing this mama to feel so “bleh” and at around 16 weeks, I started feeling better. By 18 weeks, I felt like myself again (the pregnant version of me, anyway). Since then, the girls and I have been enjoying summer and preparing for their little sister. Hadley understands it more this time around than she did with Ev. She is always wanting to touch my belly and talk to the baby. Everly has no clue of course and is in for some big surprises. She will be my middle baby and I hope the middle child syndrome thing doesn’t really exist. We shall see.

Stay tuned for more on pregnancy, motherhood, my wild littles one, and other fun.