Pregnancy

Jesse and I have each loved the name Logan since before we met each other.  It's been on our "boy list" for a long, long time.  We decided to give our son's middle name after my dad, Mark.  Our little Logan will be blessed to grow up with the two most wonderful men I know--his daddy and his papa.  I'm so thankful for this!

Exactly a week after we found out that I was pregnant, I was hit with Hyperemesis Gravidarum again.  If you've been following my blog since my days of pregnancy with Kayleigh, you might remember how completely incapacitated I was during  my first trimester.  I had hoped that it was just a complication with that pregnancy, and was really hoping that it wouldn't happen again.  However, apparently that's just how I do pregnancy.  Fun stuff.  This time, though, instead of being sick from weeks 8-14 like I was with Kayleigh, I was sick from weeks 6-20.  And I had a toddler.  Like I said, fun stuff :)

When I was 14 weeks along, I experienced bleeding and ended up in the ER.  It was the scariest day of my life.  Thankfully the baby was ok, but the doctors put me on strict bed rest until week 20.  I couldn't do anything more exerting than walking, and wasn't allowed to lift my little girl.  It broke my heart!  God was so good, though, and saw us through it.  We were blessed by family members, church family, and friends coming out of the woodwork to help us.  People brought us meals, came to clean our house, and gave me entire days to rest while they entertained Kayleigh for me.  We were humbled and exhilarated  by the love that we received during that very difficult time.

I'm 30 weeks along now, and finally feel like I'm rocking this pregnancy thing.  I can't believe we only have about 10 more weeks until we meet our little guy!  Jesse and I preregistered at our hospital yesterday.  We are so thankful that Logan will be delivered at the same hospital where Kayleigh was born.  We love the people there.

Jesse and I don't feel like it's really sunk in yet that we're having another baby.  Pregnancy is one thing, but bringing home another little person is such a crazy idea right now.  We're over the moon excited, but at the same time, it's hard to wrap our minds around.  A baby.  We've done that before.  But we've never added one when we already have another.  Sometimes we feel like we've just figured out how to do this whole parenting thing with one.  Other days, we still feel like we don't know what we're doing.  And yet here we are, adding another one to the mix?!?

All it takes though, is snuggling someone else's newborn, or looking at pictures on Facebook of friends with their fresh little squishes.  It takes me back to the days of milky tongues and feathery hair that smells so, so good.  I can't wait to bring our little Logan home, to cuddle in bed with both of our children in the mornings, to teach Kayleigh how to help take care of her little brother.  Watching her lovingly pat my tummy and give "Baby Logan" kisses is enough to make my heart burst.  

Before Kayleigh was born, I remember crying to Jesse that I didn't know how there would be enough room in my heart to love another as much as I love him.  Kayleigh's arrival showed me that hearts aren't confined to a certain amount of love--they keep growing and growing.  10 more weeks, and I know this heart will triple in size.