Week 35: What a year

In one trip around the sun, Jesse and I moved houses twice, got married, went on a honeymoon, got pregnant, went on a babymoon and are now about to have this little boy join our family! We just celebrated our one-year wedding anniversary this week! (Side note: We celebrated with dinner at an awesome restaurant here and fellow Knocked Up blogger Miranda Hudson was there and introduced herself to us! So cool!)
Seriously, it boggles my mind how fast life moves sometimes, but I wouldn’t try and slow down what we have at all. It’s just so good! We definitely planned for this pregnancy, but to be perfectly honest, I didn’t think that we’d be welcoming a new baby so soon after our first wedding anniversary. Maybe if we didn’t already have a daughter, we would have taken more time. But the age gap between them will be pretty sweet, and it’s ultimately what led us to just dive right in and grow this family even more.
I’m so curious to see how our family dynamic will change from a family of three to a family of four. Three is pretty fantastic. It’s relatively low-key, considering the fact that there are two adults to one child. Four feels solid, sturdy. It feels like we will literally have all of our bases covered with one adult per child. There’s something that makes my heart melt knowing that we will have a boy and a girl growing up together. I am keeping my fingers crossed that sibling rivalry between them isn’t too bad! And then, of course, there’s the wonderment of how Jesse’s and my relationship will change and adapt. From the minute we got married (or maybe even from when we got engaged), our dynamic evolved and was thrust into new territory. We weren’t simply just boyfriend-and-girlfriend. We became more of a unit, and it built up our “togetherness” even more.
Now, we’ve got a baby on the way. We did this together. We created a life that will be a tangible, loveable, sweet smelling little babe in our arms in no time. Holy wow. Isn’t that wild? I know that it’s different for every couple, but I wonder …  How did having a second child change other people’s relationships with one another? Was it more complicated? Or did it simply become more complex? Was it more stressful? Or was it hilarious chaos?
These are the thoughts that have been on my mind over the last few days, and while they’re not anxiety-ridden by any stretch of imagination, they do have a tendency not to let my brain shut down for the night. As a result, I’ve been tossing and turning and probably not getting enough sleep. Also, this kid is growing. He’s hitting his final growth spurt before making his appearance, and let me tell you, it’s no picnic. He’s running out of room in there, and he’s not the only one who can feel it.
It’s pretty funny to see him move around, squirming while trying to get comfortable. It’s like a scene from the original Alien movies from the late 70s/early 80s. Do you remember those? I can feel his heels and sometimes even his little butt. And each time I do, it feels like there is literally just a thin layer that is preventing me from holding him in my arms. In due time, I know he’ll be here and all of those questions I have right now will be cast aside. There won’t be anything left to answer because he will have answered them all just by being born.