12 Weeks

Today marks the end of the first trimester. I was reflecting today on how fast it went by and I think it's simply because life is so busy you don't have time to stop and think. With Hannah I lived up North. I went to work and came home and talked to Tim. That was about it. With Jack I only worked 2 days and Hannah still napped so I had two hours every day to sit and think about my sweet baby growing. Tatum Tot 3 and I don't even go to the bathroom alone so the days move fast and here I am 12 weeks! Good news is I'm feeling less sleepy. First trimester I felt a slight steady nausea throughout the day. Between 1-4pm I felt so tired, like sleepy tired. I think I'm on the upswing. Woo Hoo. Also different is how fast I am showing. With the first two I swear I could have hidden the belly until 16-18 weeks. I am officially showing to anyone who knows me. I was at the park today and ran into a mom I met two years ago through Singers and Dance. I ended up telling her, and she laughs and says "I totally thought you were just bloated." I've always thought months 4-5 are the most awkward. You're not a 'cute pregnant lady' you just look like you ate a huge lunch. I can't fit into my regular pants, yet I'm not ready for full blown maternity wear, hence most days my pants are unbuttoned and no one knows the difference. Shhh, our secret. Today I had my third ultrasound. Baby looks great. Heart rate was 159 and they were waving to us the whole time. Hannah, Jack and Tim were all there as well to wave back. I also did the first trimester blood work to screen for Down Syndrome and a few other disabilities. Fingers crossed it all comes back great. The hematoma is still there, but getting so much better. I'm sure by the 20 week scan it will be totally gone.

Month 3 Bump Watch


The wave. I love this pic


Cousin Ben will be here any day (Due tomorrow) so Auntie Katie and I were happy to get one photo of the babies in the belly together. Hannah and Weston love each other like siblings and they are 9 months apart. I hope Ben and Baby 3 have the same kind of relationship.

Go Rattlers!

A week after Jack's 3rd birthday was another big event in the Tatum house. Hannah started kindergarten at Robinson Elementary (Daddy's old work stomping grounds). She was very excited with a side of nerves. I think it helped as we walked the mile walk to the room (no joke, first day of school madness) we were stopped a million times by teachers/admins/secretaries all wanting to see her dad and wish her well. We felt slightly famous, now if only he could pull off a staff parking permit for us next year, we'd be golden. Back to the mile walk, looking back, I'm so glad I had that moment. Holding her little hand as it gripped mine tightly is a memory I won't forget. It was sort of her way saying I'll always need you even when I let go. I am so proud to be her mom it's crazy. I know she was nervous, but she acts with such maturity and poise. Her teacher is Mrs. Keller and the room looked amazing. Hannah is loving school so far. Each day she reports that her favorite activity was recess. Each night she sets out her outfit selection for the next morning complete with matching shoes and hair accessory. She has looked so cute each day. I know Hannah will be successful in school, but it's so symbolic of my first baby growing up. I remember when it was just me and her hanging out in our little apartment with nothing to do. The world was ours. Life has gotten much much busier to say the least. We run from one activity to next. While I miss her like crazy, I'm excited to have new moments of togetherness with baby 3. Hannah going to school has reminded me to slow down and enjoy because before long I'll take my last long walk in to kindergarten and let go. Hannah loves to think about how she will be in 6th grade and the oldest on campus when her new baby brother or sister starts kindergarten. Until then, I'll try to slow my pace, smell the flowers, and hold onto those little hands as long as they will let me.