This pregnancy has moved 10 times faster than my first. I'm already at the 28th week with only 12 more weeks to go. I haven't updated in a while because I have had little to no motivation to do anything.

We had an elective ultrasound done at 25 weeks because I just really wanted to see my baby moving around. I feel like my other ultrasounds were so short and I had no video to look back on them. I made sure to buy the DVD at this place, so I can watch whenever I want. I actually had a dream the night before that the US tech said we were actually having a boy! But we went in and the tech confirmed many times that she is in fact a girl. She was just like Isla and covered her face/turned away from the probe whenever it was on my belly. Neither of them liked ultrasounds or dopplers. We were told she is transverse, which I still think she is at this point. I'm kind of worried that she won't flip, but we still have a little more time to see.

Baby girl is now making my belly move in waves. She is so strong, and I feel her constantly throughout the day. I feel small kicks in my hips sometimes, my first experience with lightening crotch this pregnancy and several episodes of the hiccups.

This pregnancy is starting to feel a little different from Isla's now. I am definitely more tired which is to be expected with a toddler to care for. I also feel more down, which could be from being more tired or maybe my hormones are just different. I feel like I have more to complain about this time around. I don't like all of the doctor's appointments, I have a hard time falling asleep, I'm always catching my breath, nothing fits right, and don't even get me started on the amount of times I have to go pee. I really don't feel like I should complain though because I know some women have it way worse. But sometimes you just can't stop yourself. I feel like a miserable hag.

I also feel awful because I don't have the energy to do much with Isla. We will go out to the zoo, park or museum for a couple of hours in the morning, she comes home and napes for a couple of hours, and then I'm dead weight after that. Sometimes she doesn't even get that two hours out of the house and we just watch TV almost the entire day. I hate myself for it. Granted we are in the midst of potty training, which is just easier to deal with at home.

I wish I could give more thought to this baby growing inside of me. Isla's pregnancy was all consuming. Every waking hour was spent planning for her. I did a lot at the beginning of this pregnancy. I worked on her nursery, stocked some diapers, bought clothes, but now it's kind of at a stand still. I do have a list of last minute bits we need to get though. I rarely get to think about this little one during the day, and when I do it's more so about how uncomfortable pregnancy is not so much the baby. I do feel her kicking up a storm multiple times a day, but it doesn't bring me the same excitement I had my first pregnancy. Robby doesn't seem as connected this go around either. It's all so disheartening.

Although my pregnancy isn't as cheery as my first,  that does not take away from the fact the I cannot wait to snuggle my new baby girl. It really is what's getting me through each day. As is Robby being the super husband that he is. As soon as he works a full day, he comes home and hangs with Isla while I cook and do my own thing. It's keeping me sane at the moment. Isla is in the "terrible twos" phase and pregnancy leaves me with no patience, so I am done by 3 PM most days.

This is a really long post of me complaining. A few good things: I passed my glucose test, I haven't had any issues with this pregnancy and no pain to speak of yet, I have the most supportive husband, the cutest sour patch child alive, a roof over my head, clothes on my back, help when I need it.