The Post of No Swim Diaper and a Little Girl...

Isabella must have known I was in somewhat of a slump for blogging. I swear, she just knew.

After our naps today she wanted to go outside. I was starving so we decided to grill out at the same time.

She wanted to play with her sprinkler mat and I brought out a good book to read in the shade. I didn't bother putting her suit on--she didn't mind and I didn't mind.

But someone (ahem, Leo) thought that I should put her suit on.

After she was changed she didn't even go play in the water--she was just chillin' in her toddler coupe car.

She was on the porch and telling us bye, waving, the works.

I noticed she was quiet for awhile but glancing at her next to me she was just, well, chillin'.

She suddenly jumps up and says uh-oh!

Which, by the way, she has done all day and points to her diaper.

I saw what I thought was. um, dirt on her hands and she came over to me.

The dirt now looked like mud up close.

Uh-oh. Now it was my turn to say it.

I opened up her swimsuit (note--there was no swim diaper on, I figured she wouldn't go in her suit....) and the "mud" was in there.

The mud? Not so much mud.

I looked down. It was on my leg from her hands.

Leo ran and got the hose, stripped her down and started spraying.

He was spraying and trying to get her sandals off and she lands right. on. his. foot!!

I was laughing so hard at the scene playing out in front of me.

Poop was literally everywhere. The back door, our legs, his foot and shoe and the whole time she was getting sprayed off?

She kept shrieking "Weeeee!" like she was having the time of her life.

Thanks for the laughs, Bella! I definitely needed those, sweetheart, I definitely needed some laughs.

And you never fail to deliver.

No bikini body here. That's for sure.

I can't wait to get my body back.

To work out hard.

To sweat, have sore muscles from a great workout. To start running like I once did.

And to lose weight.

But right now?

My body is creating another human.

I can't lose weight.

I can't do the workouts I am craving to do.

It's not that I'm not happy for others, but it's hard to hear when you are sitting in your home, ac turned down to below 70 and still baking and feeling like a whale.

It's hard bc the heat and humidity down here are a pregnant girl's worst enemy.

It's hard bc I see cute summer clothes everywhere I turn and I feel so frumpy.

It's hard bc I am jealous. Jealous that my husband gets to work out whenever he wants....go on a run, lift weights, etc. Jealous of reading about how everyone is shaping up for summer.

Sorry to be such a downer....it's just been really hard lately with summer approaching and everywhere I turn is a commercial to lose weight. Or something about bikinis and looking great and feeling great.

Blah blah blah.

And here I am.

Just trying to remain positive for the next 9 weeks.

*sigh*

Why do I do this to myself?!

A Baby Story.

I watch it, get a little freaked out (only sometimes) and then?

I cry every. single. time!

All of the emotions, the first feelings come flooding back to me when I had Isabella.

Birth is so amazing...so special....and so magical.

It's so hard to describe birth to someone who hasn't gone through it.

Watching the show brings me back to when Isabella was born. I remember everything from that day. Everything.

I can't wait to go through the birthing process with Addison. I want to meet my chilled out little girl (Isabella was a bundle of energy--way before she was born! Addison is so chill. It's crazy how different they are already).

I am hoping to not have to be induced this time. I feel like I missed out on a lot of the excitement.

And since the epidural didn't work with Isabella...I am *fingers crossed* hoping to have a natural childbirth.

Off to watch more TLC birthing shows...what can I say? I'm hooked!

Bella Update

Thank you all for your well wishes for our little girl! It meant a lot to see everyone's comments--they totally helped brighten the past few days for me.

Isabella got seen last Friday, determined she had a bad ear infection and got prescribed an antibiotic. Well, during the weekend she was still running a temp of 101.5, wasn't sleeping and started having a really congested cough.

One of the peds in the clinic prescribed her a new antibiotic yesterday and you know what....she slept all. nite. long!!!

No waking up every hour coughing and then crying. No temperature last nite. And she slept until 8:30 this morning!!

I am praying this new med will clear her up completely. It broke my heart in so many pieces seeing her so sick and just not herself (if you can beleive it, our house was toy free for days. That is how sick my munchkin was).

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. I am hoping that this week will be a much. better. week!