Substance and Soul

Family news and a bumpdate

MotherhoodSamantha Wetterholm1 Comment

Well, if you follow me on Instagram you'll know that our family is growing! 

Samantha (@substance_soul) on Instagram: "✨The five of us really enjoy our dance parties.✨ πŸ‘©πŸ»πŸ‘¨πŸ»πŸ‘§πŸ»πŸ‘¦πŸ»πŸ‘ΆπŸ»"

<--- Insert shocked and awed face here.

Right now, I am about 13 and a half weeks along and finally coming out of the mist of the first trimester. It was a rough couple of months and I'm still unpacking all my emotions from it all, but we are grateful and happy for this little life. 

Emma is over-the-moon-happy for the news of this little one and Henry is clueless. So, we are right on track. 

And to keep with tradition, here is a little bumpdate.

12/13 weeks
How far along: 12 weeks (photos) and 13.5 weeks now. 
Total weight gain: I have no idea (3rd kid problems)
Maternity clothes: I just pulled them out again and holy sweet stretch pants.  
Stretch marks: None so far (no new ones anyway).
Sleep: Insomnia like nobody's business. 
Miss anything: WINE.  
Movement: Nothing felt yet.
Food cravings: Pickles, candy, french fries.
Aversions: Vegetables.
Sex: I'm not sure yet, although Emma is convinced the baby is a girl.
Symptoms: Nausea, insomnia, exhaustion, and severe and intense anxiety at the thought of THREE.
Belly button: Still an innie.
Wedding rings: Still on (and in need of a polish and clean).
Happy or moody: Moody mostly. But I blame the crippling exhaustion. 
Looking forward to: Feeling those first flutters.

(The baby is the only one looking at the camera I think.)

And now for a trip down memory lane...

Emma's pregnancy announcement.
Henry's pregnancy announcement.
Henry at 12 weeks

 

Henry at 18 months

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Somehow it slipped past my mom brain, but Henry turned 18 months old yesterday. 18 months. EIGHTEEN MONTHS. One and a half. 

This may sound a little basic but, I CAN'T EVEN. 

Henry is a feisty, energetic, and opinionated toddler. He has a scream to pierce eardrums and those slobbery open-mouth kisses that will melt the coldest heart. As of late, he has a few words under his belt including, mama, daddy, ball, waffle, yes, and several other half/almost words that you can somewhat understand from context.

Mostly, he's impressive with his physicality. His hand-eye coordination makes his sports-loving dada shed a single, proud tear. But really, he is already working on ball handling skills. His current loves are shooting hoops in our child-sized bball hoop throwing other balls up into the air and attempting to either catch them or hit himself in the head. He has no preference.

Lately, he's starting to stand up for himself against big sister. This has resulted in several screaming matches between the two of them and can I have a nap now? He is of the mind to waddle over to whatever big sister is doing -- a puzzle, building a tower, playing with her princess castle -- and knock sh** over. I call him my little tornado. 

Category 17. 

He loves to read books which makes my nerdy heart flutter. He often does this imitation thing where he will prop his book up, babble out loud while "reading" the pages, then looking at us before turning the page. I have no idea what he's saying, but oh man, it's wonderful.

Henry is on the fearless side, so we are going to have to watch this one. Where Emma was cautious about hot things, streets, animals, heights, and loud noises, Henry runs head first into danger much to the dismay of his frazzled mama. He'll wander out of the garage and find a rock. in the middle. of the street. Or he'll dive right off the couch. Or attempt to climb into the bath. His petite frame looks all small and cute, but he's a fierce shark under those cubby rolls. 

I'm ready for my second nap.

He does love his big sister and his daddy more than anything. His sister can make him smile mid-tantrum. And he much prefers to cuddle daddy when he's tired or upset. His little legs scamper to wherever Paul is and it is SOPRECIOUSOMG.

On the eating front, let's just say, he's a bottomless pit. Often he'll eat his entire meal, then half of Emma's then some of ours. AT EVERY MEAL. A couple of nights ago we went out to dinner and he demolished two bread baskets then ate his whole meal AND THEN ate half of our cheesecake that we were supposed to share between the four of us. I have to secretly eat my food hiding behind something if I want to eat it alone.

Henry is such a joy. He's a ball of energy. He's loud. He's wonderful. 

Happy half-birthday little boy! 

For a little trip down memory lane, here is his birth story