We’d like to publicly announce that we’re expecting another baby! Baby Foutz #2 will arrive around the end of January. We couldn’t be more pleased with the new addition, and only wish the due date was tomorrow! 

Profile at 14 weeks

Our little peanut

Any of you who have followed my blog for a while may have been suspicious, since the last time I grew eerily silent on the blog was when I was first pregnant with Scotland. It’s rare for me to not have a plethera to say. And while growing a baby definitely slows the running stream of thoughts in my mind, I think the silence is most attributed to the secrecy of the first trimester. Every time I sat down to write a blog post, I deserted it, I simply couldn’t explain my life and my choices without also saying “because I’m so nausea…” or “due to my fatigue…” etc. My girlfriend asked “Why the secrecy?” I’m not sure. I suppose its the culture of the thing, you just wait- until you know. And given the fact that I didn’t see the baby or hear the heart beat until 14 weeks, it felt strange to tell people I was pregnant when all I had to prove for it was nausea and fatigue. Now that I have a sweet profile on my fridge I want to shout it from the house tops. My midwife asked “Was this a planned pregnancy?!” Most definitely, and a most anticipated one. I’ve been yearning for another baby for about a year now. I couldn’t stop beaming when we had our ultrasound, despite how early it was the images were surprisingly clear. In stark contrast to Scotland, we couldn’t get this child to move, and seeing him/her quietly sleeping there comfortably inside of me made my motherly heart yearn to hold him/her. 

With my “baby bouquet” from my Man.

Yesterday, for the first time Scotland told someone “My mommy has a baby in her belly.” We were chatting with the woman sitting next to us waiting to get Washington driver’s licenses and she mentioned that she had a baby. He looked over and told her matter of factly that he had a baby too. He really seems to get it. We talk about our baby everyday, and he loves to say how he is going to help with the baby. “I’ll play with the baby, get the baby toys, hold the baby.” He has recently really taken to the idea of being a “big boy.” He likes to tell me all the ways in which he is a big boy “I’m a big boy jumper, I’m a big boy talker, I’m a big boy helper!” Yesterday, the secretary at the drivers license office said “Hi, baby!” He looked at her and said, “No, I’m a big boy.” This mentality has brought with it an increasing streak of independence. He ran ahead of me to nursery today, clearily choosing not to hold my hand. He didn’t even look back as he ran in. Fortunately, he is still a super sweet boy. Yesterday, as I was croaking into the sink, after an especially odorous diaper change, he looked up at me worriedly, then said “You okay momma?” and came and hugged my legs. He continues to be incredibly thoughtful and sincere. We’ll see if he continues to desire the “big boy” roll once this baby comes around. 

Positive!

I’ve chosen to go the midwife route this time around, and so far I’m very happy with my choice. I love the group I’m working with, each appointment feels so celebratory and supportive. I’ve appreciated their jokes about prenatal vitamins, and pregnancy fatigue. Mostly, I’ve been greatful for the reverent way in which they’ve discussed my child. 

How blessed we feel to be welcoming a new child under such favorable circumstances. The love around here is so abundant, it only feels right to spread it around a little!