Constance suddenly is feeling huge. It’s that point in the pregnancy when underwear is getting snug, sleeping is becoming a battle of comfort and hips are popping out of place. She looks stunning, however - pregnancy doesn’t just become her, it enhances her.
Daphne, our soon-to-arrive daughter #2, will be here sooner than even we can fathom. This pregnancy has been a lightening strike compared to the marathon that was the first go-round. Other than that nasty hip issue, Constance is feeling rather well. She is not overly excited to go through labor again, but we both have been excited to begin readying our home and lives for the arrival of our second daughter. When we were prepping for Nola there were countless nesting activities with which we occupied our weekends, but this time there’s less to do. Instead, we spend our time savoring the last bits of solitude Nola’s naps and strict bedtime routine provide. I’ve read three books in the last week alone because I know that come mid November, books will be on hiatus.
The end is nigh. Again. And I can’t wait.
Our major breakthrough has been locating the double stroller of our dreams. A beauty of such lingering perfection that it’s not even in existence until the end of September. A double running stroller that isn’t double wide. I won’t have to feel like an asshole running through the streets of Chicago, pushing unsuspecting passersby out of my way like a baby-filled dump truck.
As a family, we are trying to get Nola acclimated to the idea that a baby is on the way, but she’d rather listen to Lady Gaga than to her parents tell her about the baby sister soon to rock her world. She has proven to be quite acrobatic, teaching herself somersaults and trying to vault, flip and cartwheel her way off every surface.
In a word, we are happy. A bit nervous, but happy. Daphne is coming and we are filled with love and anticipation for our daughter.
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