Less Than 100 Days

My handy dandy iPhone app popped up today to remind me that I am starting a new week of pregnancy. Week number 26. 98 days left. It's funny how being pregnant the second time around doesn't consume my every thought as much as the first time. Between following Noah's schedule, volunteering at his school and occasional play dates with friends, I sometimes rush through the day without much thought to this burgeoning belly. It's only at night after Noah is finally asleep and Dean and I are lying in bed that baby girl has my full attention. And, she definitely takes advantage of Momma's quiet with big kicks and back flips.

I'm always asking mom's of multiple kids, what's harder... Going from 0-1 child or 1-2? It's probably a 50/50 split in responses. Maybe I'm naive, but 0-1 completely rocked my world, and I have to believe that I am a little more prepared this time around. Time will tell.

I feel the same way about Noah and the transition. He'll adapt. Does he have any idea what's going on? I think how could he... how does any child, neurotypical or not, have any idea about moving another baby in the house. So, does he have any idea what's going on?

He knows the answer to the question, what's in Momma's belly?  A baby sister.

He definitely notices my belly.  Although, it is pretty difficult to miss.  He pokes at it. He squeezes it. I'm constantly having to tell him to "be soft to Momma's belly."

Amazingly enough, I actually thinks he gets that there really is a baby coming into our life. The other day I showed him our little friend, Harrison's birth announcement. He looked at the picture then he looked at me, and said, "Momma, I missed you. I want to cuddle."  Then he leaned over and gave me a huge hug. 

And, just this weekend as we were outside painting, he asked me to write our names while he spelled them. Noah. Momma (Mom), Daddy (Dad), and out of the blue... "write Baby Emma." He's already added her to our family list.  Melt my heart!