That’s right. Two weeks until Baby #2’s estimated due date. This iconic scene from Total Recall is all I can think of:

We’re ready…ish. Readyish. With Willem, I really had no idea what to expect. Sure, you read the books and the blogs and absolutely soak up all the information you can about caring for your newborn (or at least I did). You get all the baby “stuff” that is supposedly essential to having a happy baby these days. You stock your freezer and buy 20 extra rolls of toilet paper so you won’t have to send your husband out at 2 am.

20160115. Baby blanket for #2.

But no one can tell you how your body and brain will react to insane hormones, nursing all day and all night, the physical pain and recovery your body must go through on zero sleep, and a tiny creature you don’t quite understand, are just getting to know, and are trying to keep alive and, preferably, from crying.

End of the year snapshots.

And so now I know all of that… which makes it both easier and even more terrifying. That’s where the readyish part comes into play. I know I will never be truly “ready” for the newborn shock to the system. It’s just something you’ve got to get through, in all its sweet messiness.

End of the year snapshots.

This time, of course, I also have a wonderful little boy in the mix, a little dude who amazes me daily with his smarts, sense of humor, gentleness, and sweetness. Latest cute Willem-ism: he has this running monologue lately that goes something like, “big car, red car, green car, big big car,” etc. as he’s going about his day. Yesterday I asked him what was in mommy’s tummy. His response? “Baby car.”

I am so proud to be his mom, and I can’t wait to see how he and his little brother become a team. And I worry I am not going to be able to live up to being the mom Willem knows and loves.

Warm December chicken petting.

And then I worry that I’m going to sell this new little guy short, that he’ll just be along for the ride. And I know this is all silly and, really, pointless to fret about because, in TWO WEEKS (+/- two weeks, of course), Baby #2 will be here.

We’ll be fine, we’ll be great even, and when it comes right down to it, I absolutely cannot wait to meet this kiddo.

20160116. 38 weeks.

February 15, 2014: D-Day!

February 15, 2014. No matter what they tell you about due dates and how they really are just general guidelines, EVERYONE counts down to the due date – websites, friends, family, pregnancy e-newsletters, and, most especially, the parents to be.

Yesterday was our official due date, and, although it did not yield a baby, we did make it a lovely day. Our due date antics included the following:

  • A visit to the Indy Winter Farmers Market, where we ran into a birthday girl and some good friends and co-workers. Mostly, it was nice to get out into the hustle and bustle of the market, always a great place to spend your Saturday morning.
  • A trip to my favorite yarn store in Indianapolis, Mass Ave. Knit Shop (which is actually located on Virginia Ave., but whatever), for some splurge yarn… and GIRL SCOUT COOKIES! How can you not love a knit shop that has oodles and oodles of to-die-for yarns AND boxes of Girl Scout cookies waiting for you at the register?
  • Lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant, La Margarita in Fountain Square, for tacos de chorizo and the best damn virgin peach margarita a girl can find.
  • A long, hot bath while Chris shoveled the driveway (again) and cleaned the most recent 6″ dump of snow off my car (bless him).
  • Some photo documentation of the two (three?) of us in celebration of surviving the last 40 weeks!

20140215. Hello, due date!

20140215. Hello, due date!

20140215. Hello, due date!


Today, we took Birdie on a very snowy walk at Holliday Park. The snow was up to her chest! I’m going to walk this baby out of me.

17 Days… Not That I’m Counting

The belly can no longer be contained! Not by maternity shirts or winter parkas or yoga pants. I think this is Chris’ favorite part about my suddenly gigantic stomach: the fact that it peeks out at the world nearly all the time, and I can’t even tell (or, for that matter, see it).

20140128. The belly can no longer be contained.

The Sweet Daily Grind of Vacation

Vacation life, in bullet point and photo form:

    • Christmas vacation started with a wonderful visit from my parents. It was the perfect combination of fun things to do and straight chilling out. We wandered around Nashville, Indiana; watched football; ate homemade chili and egg casserole and cinnamon rolls and WAY too much chocolate, beer, wine, and Bailey’s (family tradition); watched a really excellent version of A Christmas Carol; enjoyed one of my favorite Christmas movies (ahem…. Die Hard 2, of course); perused the Indianapolis Museum of Art‘s contemporary floor; and, of course, opened loads of presents.
20131225. Christmas collage.

Clockwise from top left: adorable whale rattle and fox baby booties, our new family photo, my lovely parents, me and my mom, and Boombox scanning the presents.

20131225. Christmas collage.

Clockwise from top left: Our present-laden tree, my new chalkboard drawing with Die Hard quotation, Chris and his new handknitted hat, anatomically correct gingerbread men, and Birdie getting cozy with my dad.

    • Yesterday, I took the tree down so we could start Ambitious Vacation Project of 2013 (TM): replacing the carpet in our living room with laminate flooring. I am currently typing from a couch in the middle of a mostly empty, very carpetless room. With all the animals we have – plus adding a kid into the mix – the carpet is just gross. It will be AWESOME once it’s done.
20131226. Family room, pre-flooring.

The living room before.

20131226. Family room, mid-carpet removal.

The carpet comes up!

    • In baby news, if you see a pregnant woman (aka ME) waddling along, it’s not because her belly is so giant she’s about to fall over. It’s because her back hurts so badly it has become difficult to walk. Unfortunately, this pain is most exacerbated by bending over to do work (picture weeding in the garden or – here’s the unfortunate part – pulling staples out of the floor or moving heavy furniture to allow for laminate flooring to be laid). So I felt pretty useless today. I like to be able to help, to DO, and I’ve never really had a health problem that seriously kept me from being able to do the things I want to do.
20131225. Cabled baby blanket.

Instead, I’ve been reading a lot, doing yoga, running errands, and finishing knitting projects, like this cabled baby blanket.

    • In other baby news, I’m starting to feel like I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET THIS BABY. Like, I’m ready. And I’m starting to feel excitedly impatient. Seven weeks and counting!

20131225. Whale rattle.

Today was the quintessential vacation day:

    • I started with day two of morning yoga, which is helping the back out and generally making me feel better about my suddenly unwieldy frame and non-existent stomach muscles.
    • Over coffee, I ordered seeds for the 2014 garden. This is always one of my favorite winter activities: dreaming of springtime’s seedlings poking through the soil, hot summer breezes playing through the bean blossoms, bees buzzing, and chickens scratching through thick grass.

20131227. 2014 garden dreaming!

    • I also did an inventory of the seeds I already have from the past few years. Yikes. I wouldn’t call it a “problem,” per se, but I’ve got quite a seed library going.

20131227. Not that it's a problem, but I might have a bit of a seed problem.

    • It was a balmy 45 degrees today, so after a shower, Birdie and I went for a quick jaunt around the ‘hood, then I ran some errands (including a treat Starbucks run for me and my hard working husband) with my coat unbuttoned, my window down (a little), and Birdie as my co-pilot.
    • Following some afternoon baby book reading, Chris and I tucked into spicy turkey chili and fresh broccoli. YUM.

Not usually one to photograph my food, but dinner tonight was kind of the bomb. Turkey chili and broccoli, what?!

Now? Now it’s movie and snuggle time in our deconstructed home. For posterity’s sake, here’s what’s on tap for the 2014 garden, thanks to a Seed Savers Exchange gift card from my in-laws. Great Christmas gift, am I right?

  • Sunflower, Autumn Beauty
  • Radish, Plum Purple
  • Radish, French Breakfast
  • Pepper, Aji Cristal
  • Pepper, Black Hungarian
  • Onion, Yellow of Parma
  • Lettuce, Forellenschluss
  • Ground Cherry, Aunt Molly’s
  • Cucumber, Edmonson
  • Cucumber, Double Yield
  • Beet, Bull’s Blood
  • Bean, Ideal Market
  • Bean, Purple Pod Pole
  • Asian Green, Mizuna
  • Arugula

Giving Thanks, Days 6 and 7: Now with Maternity Space Pants!


As I went through my day yesterday, paying only passing attention to the now-common bumps and thumps emanating from my mid-section, it struck me that soon – really, REALLY soon, actually – I’ll no longer get to feel them. The jabs and pokes, the uncontrollable mini-thunder rumbles I waited so long for are just a passing phase. According to my calculations (aka the internet), we are now in double digits for the countdown to my due date – 95 days, to be exact.

I felt a little sad at this. I’ve gotten used to the hyperactive little creature who is quite literally sharing my space, invading my sleep, and generally making himself/herself known.

I told Chris this, and he said, “Yeah, but then you can see it kicking! And you’ll be able to pinch its baby cheeks, too! And it will probably be pretty adorable once it’s on the outside.” (Yes, he actually said we’d be pinching cheeks. I just fall more in love with him every day).

20131110. 26 weeks.

26 weeks with my giant baby!


I finally got around to planning out my Christmas knitting projects, queuing up patterns for mitts and scarves and beanies and dinosaurs and sheep pillows. You know, the usual. The only thing missing? The yarn.

So when the postman stopped by with a box this morning, I ran to the door: my Christmas project yarn had arrived! What a beautiful sight. Am I the only one who enjoys burying her face in a pile of wool? What? Yeah, I am? Oh well.

20131112. The Christmas knitting yarn has arrived! Oh, happy day.


20131112. Maternity space pants, wha-WHAAAT?!

And Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Bump Watch

Our wedding photographers (Bowersock Photographers) are not only awesome, sweet, kind people, they are also ridiculously talented professionals who deliver sheer beauty in their shots. I cannot get over our “sneak preview” photo slideshow they put together. It completely captures our day, and it makes me teary-eyed every time I re-watch it (which has been a lot):

Not only did we get married on Saturday, we also rang in week 17 of our future-parenthood-waiting-period (aka pregnancy). Which means we have another four-week belly comparison shot to share with the world!

I think at this point it’s safe to say there’s a baby in there:

Bump Watch, 2013: Weeks 14-17.