Best Moment: Today at approximately 11:45 when I met my beautiful, perfect niece (my niece!!!) Isabella Vea Steppan. The little lady made her arrival a bit earlier than expected, but all went well and there is a wonderful new addition to the Steppan family. It was so surreal seeing my brother and Erin with their child, their little baby, their family. Words cannot express the pure happiness felt throughout the room. This? Is truly what life is all about folks. Must stop here or I may never stop crying.
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| sing it, sister g&g love |
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| sleeping beauty wrapped around his finger |
My thoughts as it all sets in:
1. WOW- Nick is a dad!!
2. So excited, moved, amazed, blessed (and every other Katie Holms adjective)
3. My parents are grandparents, Evan's an uncle, I'm an aunt!
4. We're next!
5. Holy sh*t, WE'RE NEXT...
6.Woohoo! We're next.
Symptoms: Hormones part deuce. Of course, that's a bit misleading, as it would imply that the first round stopped at some point. Unfortunately, that's just not true. The tears keep flowing, the sensitivity is still at record levels. And quite frankly, it's really starting to piss me off. Naturally, I had visions of gliding through my pregnancy with grace, a healthy glow and ease. But, shocker, it turns out I'm just not one of those women. I know, I'm equally as suprised.
Cravings/aversions: It appears my body is taking up an aversion with clothing. Or should I say, clothing that fits. To be fair, it has always kind of had an aversion to well fitting clothes, but this is a very different story. When you find yourself near tears in the H&M dressing room whilst trying on maternity pants because the crotch is too low, the legs are too long, the panel doesn't fit right, you have to fight those tears with all your might, and walk out with some dignity still in tact. Good luck. Seriously, good luck. I don't blame Jessica Simpson or Kirstie Alley for their muumuu loving selves. Preach on sisters, you know the good word. Drapery that hangs nicely and doesn't hug in any wrong places, I look forward to getting to know you.
What I miss: Clear skin, clothes that fit, wine therapy, dry eyes, living in Ballard, eating lunch meat, wine therapy, control over my emotions, weight watchers, sleeping soundly, wine therapy, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.  |
| onion baby |
Milestones: Baby's now the size of an onion (really unfortunate). Baby's skeleton is hardening, changing from rubbery cartilage to bone, and fat is finally accumulating around it. His umbilical cord is getting thicker and stronger, and those little fingers and toes now feature one-of-a-kind prints.
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