Unicorn Party

On Sunday we had a small birthday party for Violet, with her closest friends, and several unicorns.  Her birthday isn't until next weekend, but we decided to have it early since Tyler's folks were in town and we're edging closer and closer to my baby's due date.
Anyway, it was two hours, which is absolutely the perfect length for a party of 5-year olds.  I always love Violet's birthday-- it is the beginning of spring, so we always bring in the flowers, and fill our house with all things pastel.
This year was especially fun because it was the first time she really requested a "friends" party. ----So wonderfully cute seeing these little girls all sitting around the table, in our new dining room, eating cucumber tea sandwiches and rainbow fruit skewers and cubes of cheese.  We played a couple games too, and had cupcakes, gifts, bubbles, stickers, balloons...  she was in heaven.

What 8.5 Months Pregnant Looks Like

Yesterday was fun.  The first day of spring, more anticipation of what's to come, and an acceptance that the last few months have been challenging but fruitful and beautiful.
My friend Mary, who I've known since our girls were tiny babies, came over and took some photos of Violet and me.
Now, I take a lot of photos, but mostly slightly blurry with my phone, and mostly just usually some combination of cats and Violet.
I feel pretty shy about photos of myself--especially right now.  8.5 months pregnant, it's hard to feel excited about getting in front of a camera lens.
BUT..... in talking with Mary, she made me realize that it might be kind of nice to have some record of this crazy amazing time-- with my body all stretched out, and my heart a bit stretched too as I spend these last couple weeks at home with Violet.
I thought I'd share a few on here; almost 9 months pregnant.  --No shame, no embarrassment; pure love growing inside and out.
Thank you so much, Mary, for convincing me to do this, and for coming over with your big heart and nice camera to take these photos.  I'll cherish them forever.  xo

False Labor

Yesterday-- St. Patrick's Day-- and I was supposed to spend the afternoon with my girl baking a green cake as promised.  Instead, I was thrown into an episode of fairly strong, quite painful false-labor contractions.  We are only 18 days away from the due date now, and it was pretty scary how fast and strong everything came on.  Tyler came home to help, and Violet was frightened and hid behind a towel in the bathroom.  We were able to explain to her that everything was ok, that growing a baby is just a really hard thing to do, and sometimes it hurts a lot-- but that it's supposed to be that way-- and she came out and hugged my belly and looked me in the eyes.  Her big brown eyes, so warm and sweet and loving-- just like her dad's.  She's such a strong and understanding little person; we all managed to relax, eventually (a few episodes of Strawberry Shortcake helped quite a bit too :)  

Anyway-- The contractions were irregular, and I was able to ease them by lying down, drinking a ton of water, and then finally falling asleep. 

When I woke up, there were all of these wonderful pictures taped up around the bed that Tyler and Violet had made for me; Pictures of flowers, and donuts, and leprechauns along with sweet messages.  Violet's most special giraffe (G-Raff)-- the same G-Raff who got her through India-- was nested under my chin.  Everything was warm and calm again.  

It was a hard day, but in a lot of ways, the memory of it all will definitely be with me when the "real" time comes.  The love in our little house is intensely powerful and supportive, and sometimes it's good to be reminded of that.  So maybe it was worth it? 

Well, at least it got Tyler and me to finally pack a hospital bag :)  

  

8 Months

8 months.  Phew.

Tuesday was March 11th, which means there is just one month to go until our baby is due.  I feel like I've been making a lot of progress in getting ready for her--  putting her room together, hanging some bird drawings here and there, washing and folding onesies and swaddling blankets, and balling little socks.  There are lots of little projects I'd love to do before she's born... but honestly the liberating thing about being pregnant the second time around is you realize how actually very little a newborn really needs.   --And everything that was useful the first time, I saved.

8 months down, one to go (Maybe less?  then again, maybe more.  You never know.. but Violet was early, so I'm hoping....). 

I do feel like I'm already getting to know this little one, which is really crazy weird and cool.  I never really felt this way during my first pregnancy.  For the past couple months, I've been able to tell exactly where her head is, where her little [hard] rump is, and where her feet are.  Tyler and I have been calling her by her name for a while now (sorry, still won't tell), and, although I've been quite consumed with how Violet will handle everything, the house is already in a very strange way, feeling a little empty without this other tiny person here.  Maybe it's the 8-month crazies setting in, but I look at her little basinet sometimes, and it feels entirely baffling that she isn't here blinking and crying and waving her arms and toes. --Of course, she's been doing all of that quite relentlessly inside my belly. 

I think she's been growing like mad lately, and I can tell when she's awake and running, and when she's sleeping.  In the middle of the night I wake up and lie there for a bit trying to decide if getting up and going to the bathroom is worth waking up the baby.  I know that sounds funny, but this far along you start to really notice baby sleep patterns, and what you do, eat, drink etc.. completely affects her movements.  I get up and go, and then I try to slide back into bed, but it never works; She's awake and moving.  

It must be getting crowded for her in there.  It must be getting claustrophobic.  It must be a little like riding in a teensy vintage Saab down the freeway--  it feels like she gets the jumpy leg, and is stuck in a bucket seat.  So she starts pushing all which ways, and the other organs in my body get all moved around, and everything is dancing and tromping about, like they're singing Let's All Go to the Lobby and Buy Ourselves a Snack, the way the popcorn and sodas do at the beginning of a movie.  

And at this point I'm wide awake, just trying to settle everything down so that I can go back to sleep, but then I remember that I need to buy juice and lightbulbs at the store the next day, and I'm wide awake trying to breathe through my lungs which feel crowded and narrowed from having too much baby rump pushing against them.  

Oh my goodness I'm ready.  That's the hard thing about the last month, it feels so long, and you feel a little like neither you nor the baby can hardly stand it any longer.  Everyone always says that the womb is the best, warmest, most comfortable place for a baby-- but I don't feel like that's entirely true.  It will be wonderful, so very very wonderful, to have her in my arms instead of in my belly, and I swear she feels that way too.   

worries, woes, and carrots

On Monday Violet was helping me make carrot muffins.  When you are five, you want to help with everything, and finally you are big enough where "helping" actually is pretty helpful.  She pulls up the step-stool, and digs in the drawer to find whatever measuring cup it is I need.  She is eager to carry eggs carefully out of the fridge, and find the right mixing spoon, and can read all the names on the spice jars; here's cinnamon, mama!  I found it!  She can look at the recipe and tell me if it's baking soda or baking powder that I need, and she is always up for stirring and tasting everything until it's just right.

Anyway, while we were creating these muffins on Monday, I had her peel the carrots for the very first time ever.  There is something almost tearfully beautiful about teaching your child something as simple as peeling a carrot.  You position her little hands just right, and hold them in yours, and help her through the motion.  And then, pretty soon, she is doing it on her own.  She is laughing and cheering and feeling incredibly important and proud because she has yet again mastered a tiny sliver of what life is about.  

It was one of those moments that I swear I will remember always--  even just the colors of it-- her pink hands, the red peeler, the orange carrot-- the memory of it all will save me when I'm sitting in the dentist  chair having my teeth drilled (I keep a special stash of memories locked in my brain for immediate escape during dental work).  

I have to say, though… and this is what I have been trying to get to for half a page now… is that Monday's beautiful moment has kind of messed me up these past two days.  Suddenly I feel like I'm wading through this horrible bog of guilt.  I know it's an emotional pregnancy thing--  but I just can't help but worry how my relationship with Violet-- that has been so close and intense for five years-- is going to change a little with this new baby.  

Don't get me wrong: I can't wait for the baby to be here, and I am so excited to have Violet grow as a sister, and for me to grow as a mother…. but at the same time, I am trying to savor these simple moments where it's just us, as it has been for five years.  

I know that the baby will come, and she will be, well, my baby.  She will be one of us, and our hearts will explode with love for her… I can't wait to smell her tiny hands like fresh spring grass.  But right now, in this moment, I am having a hard time not feeling like I am betraying Violet.  Is that weird and horrible?  Maybe.  I sort of feel like it's not ok to talk about-- but I'd be curious to know how other mommies have felt going into the birth of their second child.  

In any case, I know I'm going to be busy when the baby arrives, so I've been trying to do some special things just with Violet lately--  like go to the zoo, cook with her in the kitchen, teach her card games like Crazy 8's and Old Maid.  Today we went to one of our favorite parks, and then took a long walk in the rain and talked about how the pink trees, starting to bloom, always bloom around her birthday.  

My little love.  When did you get so big?  I'll help you be a big sister, if you help me be a mama of two.  It's not going to be easy, but maybe if we stick together we'll be ok.