The second kid

So. Here I am.

26 weeks pregnant with baby #2, and I haven't had a chance to blog/document anything AT ALL about this pregnancy.

Second child syndrome begins in utero, apparently.

I'm sorry, baby #2! I mean it. Bad, Mama. I give you full permission to call me a bitch one time (and ONLY one time) when you are old enough to understand what that word means.

When I was pregnant with Anna, I had a full time desk job that allowed me to enjoy little moments of downtime and do with them what I pleased. So I would blog. And blog and blog and blog and blog. All about being pregnant with Anna. And how wonderful it was. And how great I felt. And how much rest I was getting.

Life is very different now. I'm constantly (and I can't stress the word CONSTANTLY enough) on the go with my little Hurricane Anna. I'm working from home and sometimes working downtown. I'm not sleeping through the night. I'm not sleeping in. I'm not napping. (Do you see a trend here?)

So, yeah. Life is different. Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm a wee bit tired and extremely busy this pregnancy. I do what I can, and blogging takes a back seat. Boo-urns. That's life though, eh?

I also consider myself extremely lucky. To have Anna. To know what life is like with the little buttertart. To get to spend lots and lots of time with her and watch her learn things and make me laugh and be silly and hear her voice and feel her soft, soft skin.

And the best part? I get to do it all over again.

Baby #2 - though I may not have the time to write it down, I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait to hold you. I can't wait to see your little face and feel your little hands and learn all about you. I can't wait to snuggle with you and watch you grow. I can't wait to put you in cute little newborn sleepers and wrap you up in my stretchy wrap and feel you close at all times. I can't wait for you to meet your Daddy and your big sister. I can't wait to name you. And I can't wait for you to become a part of our family.

It's true... I may not have the same amount of time I did when I was pregnant with Anna. But I certainly have all the same emotions.

I certainly have the same amount of love.

Hello?

*Creeping back into the blogging world...*

Hello everyone! (Okay, I know I'm just talking to myself here. Nobody is still checking SINCE APRIL to see if I'm updating my blog).

But that's okay.

I've realized something today. I've realized I need to keep writing for myself.

I love my other Mommy blog... but I find that I don't always tend to just spew whatever comes to mind into that blog. I try to keep it Mom/baby focused so that my readers will find some sort of point and purpose to it.

Which? Is fine. But I miss my outlet. And - oh mah goodness - I'm in need of it today, folks.

Let me tell you why.

I've been sitting in a VERY quiet office since 9:30 this morning. I'm freelancing in-house at an agency today. It's Friday before the long weekend, so I'm not overly busy. (Read: I'm kind of bored.)

Everyone around me has checked out or is in their own little "I'm-at-work-don't-talk-to-me-so-I-can-get-out-of-here-at-5:01-today" zone. Except? For the one dude sitting across from me in the open concept offices.

Let me tell you about dude.

When dude drinks? It's VERY audible. He gulps like he's a giant python swallowing a mouse. Annoying. That's all I can say.

Dude's nose is also whistling.

Dude is also beat-boxing (or beep-boxing or whatever it is) with his mouth in an incredibly irritating way.

Oh - and he's also talking to himself in short little bits, like "Well, how do I-?" and "Let's see, I think I have to-"

And clicking his tongue.

And playing the drums on his desk.

So I'm bored. Pregnant. Hot. A tad irritated. And listening to this obliviously loud guy eat, drink, breathe through his nose, and talk to himself.

How did I manage to work in an office so long??

Okay - dude is now opening a TALL BOY can of beer while the work day ends. Must. Leave. Now.

Not sure if I can withstand a whole tall boy of gulps.

Anywho. I'm off for the long weekend. Time to get home to my buttertart who can make all the little noises she wants.

They're always cute noises.