Big things are happening, people, big things

Here's my hint...
Since moving to Malibu for my freshman year of college, I have moved a total of 11 times and I'll let you in on a little secret...I love moving. Well, not exactly the physical labor of moving, the packing of boxes and what-not, but I love the searching for a new place, the envisioning of all the wonderful and creative things I'll do with it (which usually never actually happen), picking special places for all our things, arranging furniture and getting to know life in a new little world.
 
We have come to a bit of a crossroads in our lives--we have several options, some better than others, and I'm so excited for Monday when we finally are able to figure out our lives.

 Cross your fingers that it goes our way!

Oh, and another thing...we find out the sex of the baby on Monday. I might decide to share, if you're lucky...

Ze peecture

Here is my 18.5 week belly. Its big, but not as big as I thought it would be, seeing how its our second bambino.

Updates

I've sat down several times over the last few months to write a post, but every time I do, I go blank. Every other day I will think, "hmm, this would make a great post," but by the time I sit down to write, it flutters away. Not much has changed and a lot has changed.

Gabriel has changed so dramatically in the last few months, from his new haircut to his increasing vocabulary - every day we are pleasantly surprised with new and exciting things. His changing personality is delightful and...well, sometimes REALLY not so delightful. I see many of my own characteristics as a child in him, constantly challenging everything and stubbornly fighting for what he wants. But there is this underlying shyness, trepidation if you will, with the unfamiliar. He's not the child who jumps feet first into a crowd; instead, he likes to gauge the room, the child, the activity. Potty training was surprisingly a breeze - I guess I don't give my own child enough credit.

The little tadpole baby is no longer a tadpole. He/she is in between the size of a bell pepper and an heirloom tomato! As of late, I've been able to feel the flutters, which is so exciting, yet makes it seem so real. I find myself thinking every once in a while, "are we really ready for this?" Co-workers have mentioned how young I am to be having not my first, but my second child. I'm thrilled, I really am! Anyone who reads this blog knows that we tried for a second. Yet, there's still that fear of rocking our boat just a little too much. I know that it will work out and although Gabriel says he doesn't want a brother OR a sister, he will learn to love and protect his younger sibling. I am sure (most days) that everything will be okay.

I have been lucky this time around in that my pregnancy has been very easy. Now that I'm out of the vomitous fog of the first trimester, I feel basically like I'm not pregnant, minus a few ton of emotional breakdowns and some bouts of the infamous preggo brain. Our big ultrasound is scheduled for the 29th and we've decided to take the road less traveled and NOT find out the sex. This should make name-choosing that much more stressful, since as of now, we have yet to come up with ANY names. Not one. I've always known that if I had a girl, I would name her Lily, whether it was a first or middle name, so that's still on my list. I really like Ava Lily, but I feel like I know someone who just named their child Ava, but (per the usu) I can't remember who it could be. So really, who knows? Maybe we will be announcing a nameless child.

I have a picture of my baby belly but since our internet sucks, I'll have to try to upload it later.

Peace, yo!