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babymeat v2.0

Whoa, hey, I’m pregnant!

If you missed the last post or missed all my tweetering about it, there you go.

Babymeat v2.0 is currently baking in Le Belly Oven.

I haven’t decided how much of this pregnancy I’ll publicly keep track of. I may randomly tweet nonsense like “Oh, hey, I’m in my second trimester!” or “Oh, we’re having a <gender>” but I’m not sure beyond that. I feel a little more chill about this one.

But the stuff I know so far:

I am nearly 10 weeks – due sometime in mid-September. Yes, I have a due date but I’m ignoring it because what baby comes on their due date. Honestly.

I’m nauseous like whoa. Ginger tea and jolly ranchers are saving my life at the moment.

I’m already kinda showing which is weird because I didn’t show until 15ish weeks with Olivia.

I have a kickass midwife and Olivia loves her so that’s a huge plus in my book since she’s so shy. Olivia, not the midwife.

Yes, we’ll find out and share the sex.

We’re probably going to keep the name to ourselves so please don’t hound us about it. I PROMISE you’ll find out eventually.

I can’t wait until Stephen starts getting regular paychecks again because I need warm-weather maternity clothing and that’s a perfect excuse to go shopping. Leggings and dresses! Whee!

I also can’t wait until we move into our own place so I can nest. I’m getting the crazies not having more than two rooms for all our crap. Yes, crap. Did I mention there will be a Goodwill purge? NOTHING IS SAFE!

Except maybe the dog. *side-eyes dog*

So, there’s the skinny, the haps, the deets. I’m pretty low-key about the whole thing. I have enough on my plate with Olivia and trying to get this book published and maybe starting to write a new one. However, I will answer any specific questions as long as it’s something Stephen and I have agreed we’re sharing with the public.

 

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Last Christmas, when we were faced with some fairly huge decisions regarding Stephen’s job and our future, he and I made four resolutions for 2012:

1. Get Stephen a new, stable job

2. Find a place of our own to live

3. Get me closer to publishing a book

4. Have another baby

Just four things. But Four Big Things.

 

1. Get Stephen a new, stable job

Stephen got in touch with a recruiter here in St. Louis and through him, plus some of his own digging around, secured a handful of interviews with some large and small companies. Every single one of them resulted in a job offer.

Yep, every single one. This is me being extremely proud of my husband.

He accepted one of them and will be working for a company here in town as part of a new department they are starting. The pay is awesome, the benefits will be fantastic once they kick in after the 3 month contract period, and he noted that everyone wore jeans to work when he was there for his interview. Win.

He starts Monday the 13th.

 

2. Find a place of our own to live

We are looking! Now that he has a job and we know what part of town it’s in, we’re looking in the surrounding areas for a place to rent. We’re hoping to find something in the next month or two and be out of my parents’ house by April. It’d be nice to celebrate Olivia’s second birthday in a home of her own.

 

3. Get me closer to publishing a book

The Book is finished. It has been read (or is in the process of being read) by beta readers. I am going through one last time applying feedback from readers and my own tweaks. I will be starting next week submitting it to agents. Fingers crossed, prayers, etc. This is the next biggest step and extremely stressful. I have to convince someone I’m worth taking on as a client because then they have to fall in love with my book and sell it to publishers.

 

4. Have another baby

I’ll turn this one over to Olivia:

Guess What

I'm going to be a Big Sister

In September.

[grin]

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eighteen

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done a post on Olivia. Lo and behold, she turned 18 months on Sunday. Yes, seriously. EIGHT.TEEN.MONTHS.

I will let you digest that for a moment.

Done?

She has an opinion on everything. And smirks frequently. Like, SMIRKS. Little baby corners of her mouth twitch upward imperceptibly and she squints slightly. Then moves about her business. Her very important toddler business.

She can sign dog, fish, banana, diaper, eat, more, want. She will often use them interchangeably just to make sure you’re paying attention.

She RUNS everywhere and is afraid of NOTHING…including, but not limited to, her own well-being. The child has no sense of self-preservation and will pitch herself off anything no matter the height. I must be part cat with the number of lives I’ve lost snatching her from busting her face on the floor or edge of something.

It’s as precious as it sounds.

She loves music. LOVES music. Especially music on TV. She even understands when a song ends because she’ll grin really huge and look at me and clap. She appreciates performance and demonstrates thusly. That’s my girl.

She is still chubby though a lot of it is slowly lengthening into toddlerhood. At 18 months, she wears a combination of 2T and 3T clothing. Size 6 shoes. So there’s that happy wardrobe change.

Her imagination is beginning to blossom. The other day, she crawled around on the floor barking then stood up and patted her belly, which is her sign for dog. This cracked her up immensely so she repeated it, totally oblivious to me watching.

She’s a such a treasure. My little angel. I could sit and watch her read for hours. I could watch her delight in a Disney song, clapping excitedly and twirling and dancing, forever. She constantly reminds me to find the happy in everything, no matter how innocuous.

We’ll pretend I was thinking something deep and profound there and not mentally calculating how much laundry I have to do.

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