My Life as an African Gypsy

It's been longer than I'd hoped. What can I say? I've been unmotivated to write. I've opened this silly page multiple times, only to close it hours later with a few words scribbled in. Can you scribble on the computer? It felt like scribbling at least. Then blogger changed it's look, and I didn't care to learn the new ways. I've succumbed.

After Anaya's dramatic sickness, Jon caught the flu, or at least that's what we diagnosed because everything the doctors' said didn't seem to fit. I guess we're just really smart, or something... ;) I learned how much Jon usually helps, because this Mama found herself exhausted at the end of the days. I am truly a blessed woman, and my hat goes off to you single Mamas or Mamas with really busy or really lazy husbands. Sometimes I feel like a rockstar Mom, raising Anaya well enough to hold my head proud, but truth be told, it's only a team effort. Jon is a-m-a-z-i-n-g. For you singles out there, make this a priority on your list and don't settle!

I find myself a mere 8 weeks or so away from having our little Jovie girl join us. This brings mixed emotions...

I am obviously thrilled to meet this little girl, who is attempting to push through my belly and play with her sister on a regular basis now. I cannot wait to see what she looks like, if she is similar to Anaya or completely different. (SUCH an amazing moment to SEE this little person who has been residing in your tummy for a long 9 months!) To hold a tiny newborn that is my very own. Ugh! I can hardly remember; it seems ages ago now.

Then I find myself sad for the adjustments Anaya is about to face. Ultimately the pros outweigh the cons, and I am happy we decided to have these two so close; however, it will be a little confusing and difficult at times, and that makes me sad. I like Anaya to feel secure and loved. It is never easy to be forced into selflessness.

I am dreading the year of breastfeeding to come. Sorry to you ladies, who love it and feel so bonded. I will do it because I feel like it is best for Jovie and me, but I do not miss it in the least.

I dread labor. Well, to be honest, it is less the labor and more the recovery. The labor isn't nice, but it is fairly short-lived. My recovery was on the difficult side last time, mainly due to the emergency large episiotomy to get Anaya out. Perhaps this time will be easier. 

Which brings me to the fact that my mom is coming. Pure excitement. AH! I still can hardly believe it. It will be such a blessing. I know she'll be a huge help around the house, but more importantly, she can give a little extra lovin' to Anaya during a chaotic time for Jon and I. And then she can help me with Jovie so Jon can give some lovin' to Anaya. And round and round. You get the picture. Awesome. Big thanks to my Daddy-o, who is sacrificing his wifey for 20 days and budgeting for a not so cheap trip. Turns out June is expensive to get here!