It's Probably Going to be a Pirate.

         You never know what you will be asked when announcing your pregnancy to a bunch of 5 and 6 year olds.    We played the game "Sink the Ship" at the end of the day (it's like Hangman, but less disturbing.  Except a ship is sinking and there's a man onboard with a sad face.  So I guess it's really not that much better.) Even after they guessed the sentence, the all just looked at me blankly for awhile.  I had to finally day, "I have a baby in my tummy!"  Here are a few of my favorite responses:

-"But Mrs. Amy, didn't you JUST have a baby?!"
-"But you already have Henry, and he's a little bit crazy."
-"How do babies keep getting in there?!"  (I pretended like I didn't hear this one.)
-"My teachers are ALWAYS pregnant!"
-I stretched my shirt tight over my stomach and told them there is a baby in there and my tummy is going to start getting bigger and bigger.  A sweet, sweet little girl said, "It's already kinda roundish!"
And after someone asked if it's a boy or girl, I said, "I won't know what it's going to be until it comes out!"  To which a student says quietly and solemnly to himself, "It's probably going to be a pirate."  

Probably so, Jackson. Probably so.

Surprise!

So, remember in January when Sam and I had a relaxing few days in Playa del Carmen?  Well we brought back a souvenir. Not Mexican vanilla, or a figurine of 3 mariachi band frogs.  But this:

 I'll give you a moment to pick your jaw up off the floor...

And now, to answer some of the FAQs:

1.  Did you mean to?   No, it was not planned.  (Not by us at least.  God has quite a sense of humor.)  We were going to wait a couple of years before thinking about going for #2.  I cried for a day or two, but now I'm excited.  I feel blessed to be pregnant when so many women would love to be.

2. Don't you two know how babies are made! (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)  No I've always wondered that, please tell me every detail!

3. Boy or girl?  We don't know yet, and aren't going to find out before the baby is born.  We already have most of the gender-neutral stuff we'll need, and it's going to have to share a room with Henry anyway.  We'll slap a bow on her if she's a girl.  I'm sure the grandmas can find time to get a dress or two.

4. How are you feeling?  Amazing!  I was sick the WHOLE time with Henry and have felt almost nothing with this one.  Other than a day or two of just feeling gross, it's been a breeze so far!

5. How is Henry going to do with a little brother or sister?   I think he'll be great.  His teachers at school are always telling me how sweet he is to the other kids.  He loves his friends and needs a little one to play with at home. 

6. When are you due?  The end of October.   Hence all the tiny baby Halloween costumes I'm pinning on Pinterest. 

So, your prayers would be great.  Prayers that the pregnancy would continue to go smoothly, prayers that I suddenly get amnesia and forget how horrifyingly awful Henry was in the first few months of his life, prayers for a happy, healthy little one who sleeps through the night from the moment he/she is born.... :)

Opening Day Date

Sam and I have gone to Opening Day together for the past few years.  This year Henry was going to stay with his grandparents, and Sam and I were going to go on an Opening Day date!  Yay!  Sam woke up sick Friday morning and decided he couldn't go to Opening Day.  I had to decide whether to go by myself, or take my 15 month old and risk tantrums, tiredness, hunger, tired arms from carrying him, tantrums, screaming, hitting, and possibly more tantrums.    I chose to take my 15 month old.

I was prepared for the worst. The whole way to the game I gave myself a pep talk.  I reminded myself that he's just a toddler, that the game will be right in the middle of naptime, he won't be able to move around, and he won't want to sit in my lap the whole game.  I reminded myself that this was a special day, and I was going to enjoy it, no matter what happened.  

He's excited to be on a date with his mom.  Really.

Henry insisted on walking from the car to the Ballpark.  It took awhile.  He takes little baby steps, and gets distracted easily.  By cars, people, birds, sounds, cheering, people tailgating, shiny things...pretty much everything.

I mean, how cute is this?!  So cute, right!?

We finally made it to the Ballpark. It was about 2 hours until game time, and I didn't want to make him sit for that long.  So we walked.  And walked.  And walked.  We walked around the whole stadium, watched batting practice, and let random people take pictures of Henry.  Our seats were on the third deck, so I decided to make our way to the escalator.  Which was broken.  Which means I got to carry my chunky little love up the never-ending ramps to the third deck.

Henry had fun running up and down our row until people started showing up.  Then it was time to sit in my lap.  I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a long 3 hours to come.

My wild man was an angel.  He did not move for 9 innings.  He clapped when everyone else clapped, danced to the music, and gave Josh Hamilton the silent treatment.  (He did not "boo", we talked about how that is bad sportsmanship.)  He made friends with the people beside us, and even took a nap for an inning.  Sweet baby woke up in time to see the last half-inning, and cheered when the game was over.  I don't know who took over my child's body, but he was amazing.  

I LOVE when the planes fly over

He will probably never know how special this day was for me.  I love this stage he is in and know there will be a time (too soon) that he will think it's lame to go to a baseball game with his mom.  I know he won't want to hold my hand, sit in my lap, or fall asleep on my shoulder.  I needed a day like this.  Everything about this day was perfect, and I hope I remember it forever.