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This week I was planning to blog one of the many beautiful weddings I’m behind on sharing! Sadly, life had other plans for me. I’m really not one for the woe-is-me mentality, but our household has been fighting one (or maybe three) cold viruses for the last two and a half weeks, and it’s put a damper on our productivity, to say the least. It started with Jake, got passed on to Natalie, and I inevitably picked it up shortly after. It’s been a lot of coughing, tissues, Vick’s Vapor Rub, and simply trying to make it through the day until bedtime. Good news, I think we are finally on the mend! So maybe next week I’ll blog a wedding? Optimism.

Funny story though. My voice has been a little, shall I say, special. I’ve been sounding like these guys from Monster’s Inc. (Skip ahead to 29 seconds in.) Anyhow, a few days ago Natalie was at her day school and Jake was at work, so I was getting some editing done at the computer. I’d been coughing a lot throughout the morning, but not talking much because, well, I’m not one of those people who has conversations with their dogs. A little later Jake called to let me know he was on his way home from work. When I answered the phone, I opened my mouth to say hello, fully expecting to hear my voice. Instead, a measly squeak came out. I tried again with a little more force, only to acheive the same result. I started laughing, which also sounded like a pathetic attempt at a baby seal imitation, and in turn made me laugh even harder. At this point Jake started laughing too. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard (or maybe I should say squawked). I was crying from the laughter. It probably lasted for a good 5 minutes, me trying to have a conversation with Jake, only to start laughing again at the pitiful sound of my voice. Hilarious, right?! Ok, maybe you had to be there. But I still laugh thinking about.

In other news, my latest fashion trend has been the “dressing through my daughter” style. In other words, as long as Natalie looks adorably put together, I figure that means my life seems put together as well and I can get away with a more disheveled look. Solid reasoning, no? Yeah, that’s what I’m telling myself.

Who’s ready to go to the store? Natalie is!

(Excuse the quality. It’s an iPhone snap.)

Happy weekend everyone!!

If you’ve found your way here, even after I made a commitment to start blogging again and then suddenly did another disappearance act and haven’t posted in months, thanks for stopping by!! I’m flattered you are willing to spend precious minutes of your day reading about mine. And I’m back to give you the reason for my sudden disappearance!! (In fact, if you’ve been around for a while and followed my blog for some time, you might remember this happening once before…)

Truth is, I’m growing a tiny human. Yep, baby Uribe numero dos is in the works!! Due next mid-April. We are SO excited!!!!

Having been through this once before, I thought I had a pretty good idea of what to expect. I know they say every pregnancy is different, but how different could it be? I’m sure by now you’re figuring out that it is quite different… And I’ve gone ahead and made a little list of the differences and similarities for your convenience.

Things that are different:

My Belly– I didn’t start showing with Natalie until I was about 14/15 weeks. This time my gut popped out to watermelon status at 8 weeks. Cool.

Morning Sickness– Technically, the actual morning sickness I’ve been going through has been the same. (Nausea all day, dry heaving, etc., Sorry for the unpleasant visual). Buuuut this time it’s decided to stick around longer. I’m almost 17 weeks and it’s showing no signs of going away. I keep thinking I might be getting better, I’ll have a good day here and there, and then it will rear it’s ugly head again and make me regret my decision to get out of bed. I’ll just say, I wouldn’t wish morning sickness on my worst enemy.

My Attitude– With Natalie, I was all about proving that just because I was pregnant didn’t mean I was any less capable. This time, I’m basking in any help offered. Oh, you’d like to give me this comfy seat that you’re sitting in? Thanks, I’ll take it. Oh, you want to help me carry all these things to my car? Wonderful, much appreciated. Oh, you’d like to go ahead and carry me to the car so I don’t have to walk? Be my guest. (Ok, obviously that one’s a joke. OR IS IT.) Basically, I think this pregnancy is going to be a bit harder on my body and I’m much more willing to accept my limitations. Or something like that.

Things that are the same: 

The excitement and awe and thankfulness of knowing there’s a baby growing in me– I don’t think that could ever change. Getting to hear the heartbeat, seeing an ultrasound, feeling the baby kick (although it’s only happened a few times so far), those things bring a joy that I can’t possibly begin to describe. All of the tough, all of the hardship, all of the pain, it’s worth it. (I debated getting into this a little more, but I know how sensitive the subject of pregnancy is. Believe me, I understand why. And truly the last thing I want to do is be insensitive. I’ve never felt like I could adequately put it into words. But I read a blog post the other day and started bawling because of how much I could relate. So I’m just going to leave this LINK here, because I think they’re some of the most heartfelt and truest words about pregnancy I’ve ever read.)

Aaannnyywwaaaaysss. So yes. This baby (a.k.a. the morning sickness) would be why I disappeared from the face of the earth. I actually meant to blog this post a couple weeks ago. Sigh. I wish I could say I’ll be back to my regular blogging schedule, but I can’t totally make that promise… I will say, though, that I won’t be completely gone anymore! Blog posts WILL be happening. No more months of nothingness. Which means, feel free to check back weekly if you’d like a) pictures of all the pretty weddings I still have to catch up on blogging, or b) questionably witty and/or humorous life updates as we prepare for another family member. Good incentive to come back if you ask me. 

And since every post is better with pictures, here are a couple of the firstborn child, who likes to kiss my belly but hates having her picture taken so these are the only two decent ones we got in her sister shirt.