For 2012 I opened this blog by admitting I was watching a marathon of Doctor Who. This year it’s Gilmore Girls. Which is quite fitting, given the way life has changed.
2014. The year of (life) change.
In January we looked up the anniversary gift for 4 years and realized it was “appliances.” Knowing that he’d sleep on the couch for a week if he brought me home a toaster, (though I do have a strange affinity for the latest and greatest in vacuum cleaners) Neil brought up the idea of being a bit flexible on the gifts this year.
So, we bought a hot tub. That counts as an appliance, right?
Most of February stayed quiet. After a miscarriage in December, we were on a break from ‘trying,’ but apparently fate had other plans. The morning of February 27, our 4 year anniversary, I found out I was pregnant. I had been slightly suspicious, (suddenly crossfit was HARD…more than normal…) but it still came as a bit of an exciting shock.
March and April were spent in a haze of sleepy nausea. I had the good fortune to never actually get sick, but the bad fortune of feeling horribly sick 24 hours a day, with no relief. I remember laying on the floor in a ball, praying I could puke and feel better just for 10 minutes. The grass is always greener, right? Also, Neil did lots of canyons, hikes, bike rides, and other fun things that I did my best to ignore. Pregnancy was a big transition for me in the “outdoor adventures” part of my life.
(Side note – April 1 is a FANTASTIC day to tell your sister you are pregnant. Her response – “yeah, you and everyone else on Facebook.” It took 20 minutes and a party call to my mom to convince her I was telling the truth. By far the best/funniest April Fools day I’ve had in a LONG time.)
Towards the end of April, we found out the gender (girl!) and I managed to eat a waffle.
In May, over Memorial Day weekend, we went to the cabin for some quiet time. And she KICKED. Neil happened to have his hand on my belly, and we both felt it. I looked at him and slightly panicked, said “Holy crap, that wasn’t gas.” His response? “If that was gas I’d be taking you to the hospital!”
This is about the time I started cutting weight drastically at crossfit, but I am happy to say that I continued working out until September. I am currently planning my return date.
I can’t remember what I did in June, which is more or less a theme to life these days. Neil went on more canyons and bike rides and again, all that fun stuff. We had the anatomy scan, which showed that she was (still) a girl, and growing perfectly.
By July I was well into the sweet spot of the second trimester and hadn’t yet gotten big enough to feel awful, so we actually got out a few times. On the fourth we went to a friend’s BBQ party. On the fifth we went to Medieval Times for a friend’s birthday (our knight won!) and I only had to get up to pee twice, which I was extremely proud of. The next weekend we went camping to break in our new family tent. It was great until the air mattress sprung a leak (no fat jokes about the pregnant girl, please) and we came home a day early. Still, a good experience overall.
The rest of the month wrapped up with another party for a friend’s 30th, and a trip to see Once at the Pantages, which was great.
As always, August was a bit of a crazy blur. A baby shower for my brother and his wife, a glucose test or two (yep, I failed the first one), my 30th birthday, Neil’s birthday, AND our baby shower. I’m exhausted just remembering it. (Oh, and we had fake grass installed in the backyard. Grown-up stuff is boring/exciting.)
In September the only thing that really matters is that my niece was born. She is perfect.
And October? Too many words.
November and December came and went in a flash. I could tell you about Thanksgiving and Christmas and how exciting it was to see the little cousins together, but I honestly cannot remember much. It’s been a crazy blur, full of tears and laughs and chaos in every form. But it’s been a wonderful year.