Our life, in nursery rhyme form

One, Two
We were married in June

Three, Four
We soon wanted more

Five, Six
We added Grace to the mix

Seven, Eight
We decided to wait

Nine, Ten
That was then

Yes, the rumors are true. We are expecting baby number two! As of today I am thirteen weeks along. I had my second doctor's appointment this morning, and I'm able to report that baby has a strong heartbeat. That's about the only concrete information we have on this little human being thus far. We hope that he or she is developing in all the right ways at the right time. We'll have to wait a few more months until our next ultrasound to confirm that information. If morning sickness is any indication of his or her health, then I must be gestating a superhero. In the last seven weeks I can't remember a day when I felt well. At least I don't throw up every day!

That begs the question, how am I or we feeling mentally about this new development? Mostly good. I wanted to get pregnant, and I did. The thought "be careful what you wish for" has crossed my mind more than once. It's a radically different experience the second time around. For one, we suffer no delusions that it's going to be easy. We also have no hope that this will be an easy baby. I know too well not to hope for something like that. While everyone likes to advise us that the likelihood is low that number two will have the disposition Grace possessed (read difficult), I know that chances are equal that we'll have a tough second child. This is the product of Ellen and Craig after all. I think the biggest difference, though, is my level of worry. With Grace I was aware of every minute stage of fetal development. With this baby, I have to remind myself that I am pregnant. As if there might be some other reason for me to feel so ill on a day to day basis.

So big change is on the horizon for us. At some point the "State of Grace" will morph into another identity. In all likelihood, I will start a new blog, so that this one remains in its current form. That's months away, though. Now we just get to enjoy our life as it is, because it's not going to be like this again, ever.

Below is a picture of our nub at nine weeks.