I officially dub this day of the week Two’sDay, as in all about Baby E #2.

Over here at Casa Elder, Baby #2 continues to grow…and grow…and grow. They say she’s about a foot long (banana!) and weighs almost a pound. There’s no way to know any of those statistics for certain, but I do know she enjoys kicking my bladder an awful lot.

Some small differences so far between Mo and #2:

My stomach muscles didn’t even put up a fight this time. They remember the strain and difficulty of clinging together as my belly stretched and stretched and stretched. I’m convinced that as soon as #2 existed all those muscles let out a collective sigh of relaxation and relief. Everyone says you show much sooner with subsequent babies, and I know it’s because of those darn lazy muscles!

Case in point: Mo on L, #2 on R. I purposefully didn't make the pictures the same size in hopes of concealing my hugeness, but to no avail. Baby #2 is Out There!

I’m not putting up a fight. Actually, what I mean is that I’m not frantically researching every ache and pain. I’m not obsessing over every birth preparation class and self-hypnosis method. I feel confidant in this pregnancy. Mostly, I’m not freaking out…mostly.

I’m freaking out more. Ok, I lied a little above. I am most definitely more emotional with #2. I was certain #2 was a boy and that his testosterone was making me volatile. Nope. She’s most definitely a girl. Which means I can’t entirely blame our growing baby for the increase in emotional upheaval. Granted, we did move, are in the process of buying a house, and I do have an almost 2 year old to take care of. There’s a lot going on in our lives right now, and I am more thankful than ever for Andy’s calm, collected and organized manner.

There will be more differences, I’m sure. But for now, I think that’s enough. Here’s one of the most adorable photos we have of #2 so far.

Tee hee! Baby foot!

Andy’s been able to feel her kick from the outside. Sometimes, I catch him staring wistfully at my extended belly as I rub a particularly pokey prod.

“What?” I ask.

“I just wish I could feel that too. You know, from the inside. It must be amazing,” he replies.

I forget that sometimes…how truly amazing pregnancy is. There is another human being growing inside me….

Whoa…

So I just sit in the awe and majesty of the One who Creates. And thank Him for the opportunity to be a vessel. I don’t know how else to react to such awesomeness…

Speaking of #2…I need to find something better to call her. We haven’t picked a name yet, so even if we were going to tell people (which we aren’t) that wouldn’t help…Any suggestions?