The Lillenbergs

The Lillenbergs

Friday, November 21, 2014

Farewell First Trimester!

We are so excited to be expecting another little one in May!
And excited to finally have it out in the open, I'm terrible at keeping secrets!
Today is my 13 week mark, second trimester, woohoo!
(Thanks to my cute mama for enduring a crash course in photography
and getting this photo for us at the last minute.  Not an easy task with a grumpy
runaway toddler!)

Rewind two months to my birthday, aka best day ever!
Because after a fantastic day filled with fun activities with my love,
I came home and decided to take a pregnancy test.
We'd been trying for a few months unsuccessfully, and I was due
to take another test in the next few days, but I thought it'd be
sweet if I found out on my birthday, and it was positive!!
Best present ever!!

We had to tell Chris's family right away because they were planning
a family reunion right around my due date, so we had to explain why we may not be able to go.
So that was exciting to be able to share our news so early.
But I wanted to hold off with everyone else to make sure everything went smoothly.
And let me tell you, that is a HARD thing to do when living with my parents
and trying to hide why I was soooo tired and icky feeling all the time.
When we finally did tell them, we carved a pretty sad looking pumpkin to break the news.
This is supposed to be me....haha

And the little babe when lit up.

Everything has gone so well so far!
With Scarlett, I threw up almost every day during the first trimester.
This time, I haven't gotten sick ONCE.  I've been plenty nauseated and don't have
much of an appetite, but I'm taking this news kind of naively and assuming
that it means this one is a boy because of how different it's been :)
Overall though, we're just excited to be adding to our little family!

A few weeks ago, my brother Todd and his cute wife Christine came for a visit.
A random visit....which I assumed to mean they were coming to
announce the much anticipated news of pregnancy and guess what,
I was right!  Christine's due date is 12 days before mine.
But I'm not giving up just yet, we'll see who will get the coveted #10
grandchild ;)
(This one will be number ten on Chris's side as well)
To announce to the siblings we wore these shirts with Thing 10 and Thing 11
written on them.  It took a little while for them to get it, but they finally did.
I'm so excited to get to share this exciting time with my sister in law!

Here's when we told my parents:
And here's my favorite video.  This is when Todd and Christine announced
to all of us.  I had already decided that if they were indeed prego that I would wait to tell
them so that we wouldn't steal their thunder and impose on their moment.
Well, my dad happens to be the WORST at keeping secrets and took it upon
himself to break the news.  And I love that we got in on video.
I love looking back and remembering moments from Scarlett's pregnancy,
so I'll probably do similar updates with this one.
Can't wait to meet this little peanut!

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Sometimes Sundays are Hard...

Last Sunday was pretty tough.
We've been trying to sit in the back of the cultural hall lately
so that Scarlett has room to roam and isn't too distracting.
But this week we had family in town so we took a risk and sat smack
in the middle of the cushy seat section, squished in the middle of the row.
Big mistake.
Before the opening prayer even finished I could tell that Scarlett
was itching to run and explore and would not be contained for long.
Then the Bishop announced the unthinkable.
There were to be three baby blessings.....THREE!
(Cue scary music)
Baby blessings are the hardest because I want more than anything for perfect
silence so that the sweet new mama can hear and focus on her precious
babe's blessing.
So I panic if Scarlett even makes a peep.
Blessing number one started and peep she did.
Not enough to warrant immediate dismissal,
but enough to be embarrassed and worried and plan out my escape route.
Shockingly, we made it through all three.
And then the Sacrament was starting to be passed
and she passed the point of no return.
We made it a whole 20 minutes into the meeting.  Not too shabby, huh? ;)
Every Sunday I look longingly across the aisle at the sweet little boy
about Scarlett's age who is always just snuggling his mama and looking around quietly.
Scarlett was given very different qualities.
She is fun and happy and sweet,
as well as energetic, fearless, curious, and independent.
I wouldn't change her for the world, it just makes for a very busy and active life :)
Anyways, as I made my way out to the foyer, like either Chris or I do every Sunday,
I quickly realized with horror that it would not be our quiet, less stimulating sanctuary that it normally is.
Again, THREE baby blessings that day.
So not only were all the foyer seats jam packed with visitors,
but even the hallways were lined with people.
And here was a very stressed out mama who just wanted a little alone time
to compose herself and try to calm her baby down.
Rather, I felt like I couldn't escape the public eye and ended up chasing a screaming
child who was trying to escape around every corner.
Add to that, a sweet older man told me (for the second week in a row by the way)
that Scarlett looks like a boy.  Innocent intentions, but that was just icing on the
not-so-delicious cake.
Of course, I forgot my phone in the chapel, so I wasn't able to text Chris
to come save my sanity.
I got so overwhelmed that I came to the conclusion that the only logical option
was to walk home in the cold, trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears.
ADD to that that my primary lesson was supposed to be about feeling the Spirit during Sacrament,
and I was feeling anything but.
I write this because I feel like so often, especially at church, I'm trying to come
across as the perfect mom who's got it together.
But most of the time, especially with an energetic child, that's just not the case.
She's going to run around, she's going to have melt downs, and there's really not
a whole lot that I can do about it.
But I look around and think "Why can't I do this?  Everyone else is handling mommy-ing JUST fine,
so what's wrong with me?"
But I'd like to think that we all have days that overwhelm us, which makes for a perfect situation
that Satan can convince us that we're not doing a good enough job.
I'd like to think I'm not the only one that has these days.
So to my fellow mommies out there having a bad day,
know that you're not alone!
It's a tough job that we have, but we're all figuring it out and doing our best, right?? :)
And after we think we can't give anything more,
our little one gives us a hug or kiss or comes running to you
when they're hurt, and it makes it all worth it.
None of us are perfect, and neither are our kids, but we still keep
trying cause we love them more than life itself.