We’re in a joyful season of life, but seasons change. I’m reflecting on the word itself — season — and why it will always be special to me thanks to my first child.
I knew my first baby was easy. I just sort of thought the universe would give me another one. Not so much. So from me and my adorable, drooling, teething, up-all-night party animal of a second baby: SORRY.
I won’t say for certain that we are fully out of the awful, terrible, no good Wonder Week Leap 4 and the brain-numbing sleep regression that affected every member of our family. But I will say that if we’re not out of the woods yet, we’re close.
I wake up every single day feeling thankful for my beautiful life. But that doesn’t mean it’s not hard, and REALLY hard some days. Here’s how I’m adjusting and taking better care of myself after learning some hard lessons about stress and balancing it all.
I’ve spent the last few months trying to get both girls’ college plans in order and finally, I feel like we’re on the right path. We have funds started and I’m particularly excited about Remy’s college accounts, which I’ve just started through My Florida Prepaid.
You’re pregnant for three trimesters — typically, 40ish weeks, give or take a few days. That’s what all the books, apps and doctors tell you, and when baby arrives, you re-start your count on how many weeks “along” you are. It’s no longer about your growth and experiences — it’s all about the baby bug’s. But the truth is, the fourth trimester, or the three months after giving birth, can be the most challenging of all for mom. At least, it has been for me.