It's kind of crazy to think I'm almost 22 weeks now and haven't gotten this up but last week was crazy with it being Hannah's birthday and all the baby Gender Reveal stuff going on. So I thought I'd play catch up on how the weeks 16-20 of pregnancy went. Let's just say Week 16 wasn't off to a good start.
Am I really 12 weeks pregnant already? I feel like I've been pregnant FOREVER! But I guess that's what happens when you find out you're pregnant at like 2 or 3 weeks along...ugh. Plus we had a change in our due date on ultrasounds (more on that later) but it's already felt like a long pregnant but I'm happy that the 1st Trimester is over with and onto more of the good stuff we go!
This is a rough week for me…Savannah turned 9 months old today
and on Friday, Hannah will be turning 2.
I remember when these little girls were just my little babies! It seems like in the past 2 weeks Savannah
has just grown leaps and bounds. She
went from rolling around on the floor to crawling so fast that I can’t even
keep up, if I blink she’s gone down the hall to her room (most often to find
her sister). Finally she’s even been
able to keep down solid baby foods, puffs and yogurt and it’s just too much too
fast in a short span of time for me to process and accept.
I’ve often been told when I was pregnant with Savannah that
she would develop faster than I was used to with Hannah because she would want
to keep up with her sister, so she would push herself harder than normal, which
has definitely become my reality recently.
It seems like just yesterday I was holding her for the first time in the
recovery room after my cesarean delivery.
She was just a bit smaller than her sister but already she was special
and so unique, like any other new mom I was just in love, by no means could it
ever be measured.
I’m more in love with her today than ever so this 9 month
milestone is bittersweet for me, mostly because I want so badly to watch her
grow and continue to interact with her sister but sad and crappy because I
desperately miss my newborn baby whom was incredibly dependent on me. Don’t get me wrong I love sleeping through
the night (most nights) and the little bit of added independence that comes
with her getting older but I miss constantly being needed for 1 hour or 2 hour
feedings and rocking her to sleep.
But as much as I miss it, I enjoy it, it is inevitable that
she will grow and become similar to her sister but I know she loves me by the
way she smiles at me and reaches for me when I go to pick her up. I can’t wait to watch her continue to develop
and become this amazing little girl, who in the not too distant future I see
beating up her sister and getting in some payback!
Happy 9 months Bap Bap…we all love you so much!
