No News is Good News

Below is a post that I started to write about a month ago.  Time got away from me, but I finally got around to finishing it and sharing with you. :)

I haven't posted in awhile.  Sorry.

It seem that this summer has been and will continue to keep us quite busy.  Bob and I are each in a wedding and so we have lots of festivities and fun stuff to go along with each wedding.  On top of that, we have two vacations planned; the first is a long weekend to Florida to visit Bob's grandparents and the second is our annual family trip to the Outer Banks, NC. Plus we have the usual summer activities (i.e.- BBQs, family visits, and outings with friends).  I'm looking forward to all of the fun things this summer, but it's certainly keeping me on my toes.  Maybe it will make the time pass quickly until October!

The countdown is on.  I've whizzed through a good chunk of my second trimester and I am between 23 and 24 weeks. This is a big milestone because at 24 weeks, the baby is considered viable by most doctors and hospitals and is able to survive outside of the womb (usually with lots of assistance from medical technology).   While I hope that Baby Blah Blue* stays in for quite a few more weeks, it is reassuring to know that if he came early, he has the possibility of survival on his side.

*Not his real name...don't worry!

We celebrated Father's Day last Sunday and I got Bob some NY Rangers clothes for the baby as well as some chocolates that he loves.  I know hockey just finished for the season all set for when the next one comes around!

Just a few thoughts about holidays like Father's Day.  I know I wrote about this when Mother's Day came around as well.  Bob IS a father.  No, he has not experienced all of the fatherly things that come along with taking a baby home from the hospital.  He hasn't had the sleepless nights nor the constant diaper changes.  However, is that what makes someone a father? Since we only got to spend one Father's Day (and one Mother's Day) while Evelyn was alive, we cherish those memories and those special days.  If we hadn't celebrated that "first Father's Day" last year, Bob would never have gotten to celebrate with his daughter.  I know that there are people that feel that unless the baby is out of the womb, that you don't "count" as a mother or father on these special days, but we are just thankful that we each got to spend at least one of these holidays with Evelyn while she was alive.  Next year, we hope to celebrate our third Father's Day and Mother's Day, but our first with our baby in our arms.  Sorry for the tangent...

So, that's pretty much all that's been happening around here.  I'm thankful for a low-key pregnancy and for our healthy baby boy. Thankfully, there's nothing big to report and, in my mind, no news is good news.

Now if we could only come up up with a name for our little boy...

Here is a picture of me at 24 weeks (much bigger than I was with Evelyn at this point in my pregnancy!):

Thanks for stopping by!