Spring Is Knocking

Yesterday, I took Abbey to the library story time for the first time in a while.  I didn't realize it had been months until I got there.  The librarian came over and mentioned it had been a while.  I told her I was pregnant and that had knocked a lot of the energy out of me for the winter.  There is a huge banner hanging there that says "Spring has Sprung" and kind of kicked me in the behind how much time had passed sine we had been there last. Spring?  When did that happen??  It seems like it was JUST Christmas.

I had just had my OB appointment and was very happy to learn that I did not have gestational diabetes again.  I didn't realize how worried I was when I had failed the first test until the doctor told me and I felt a huge weight lift off. ( I was, however, once again advised that my uterus was measuring weeks bigger than it should be and that they would probably be doing another OMG big baby ultrasound down the road.)  It's not that I always assume the worst, but really, statistically, with having had it before, my age, my history and having high blood pressure, I should've had it.  Nice to have some good news after a week of bad news.  The only thing?  Now I won't be induced... I liked "knowing" when I was having Abbey!

So as we sat down to listen to the stories, I started to think about everything between last fall and now.  Abbey's behavior is a lot better.  She did not constantly try and bolt.  Did she get up to go look at the fish?  Sure.  But she wasn't running away.  And when I asked her to come with to the story corner from the toys, she wasn't thrilled, but there was no tantrum.  Her behavior has really improved, between the stand I knew I had to take after Christmas, her ability to communicate more and her getting older.

The last time I had taken her to the library, I remember someone asking me how old she was because she didn't talk and I remember I was still in the defensive stage, worried something was wrong with my kids and not sure how to deal with it.  That consumed me until mid-December.  Now we just know, they have a language delay, we are working on it, and they'll be fine.  Obviously...since now Adam never stops talking hahaha  Adam started speech therapy a few weeks ago and is doing great.  He picks up quickly.  He's pretty smart.

And way back then, I wasn't sure how I was handling another baby.  The pregnancy was relatively new and I hadn't been telling people.  Now, if you can't tell when I walk into a room, you're blind!

I feel older and a bit wiser than that version of me.  It seems like the last 4-5 months flew by.  Actually, time itself has sped up every single year since I had Adam.

When I think about 11 more weeks, it feels both like a long time (yes, I have scary weird rashy back-acne, I limp like Humpty Dumpty and I get tired after doing ANYTHING) and really close.  To think everything will change in just over 2 months is kind of intimidating!