16 weeks

I'm happy to be in my second trimester and this pregnancy is flying by so far. Some days I honestly forget I'm pregnant because a certain little boy keeps me very busy. I am no doubt just as excited about this baby but the pregnancy is so much different in that I can't be as focused on it like the first. I decided I'd do a little update until I post about our anatomy scan and gender reveal in January. Most of the baby's major body parts and systems have already developed by now. Baby Hicks weighs about three and a half ounces and is over four and a half inches long.

Feeling-Pretty good, other than still having shortness of breath. I am hoping once my iron levels increase I will feel even better-I've been on an iron supplement for almost two weeks now. I am still working out about 4-5 days a week and other than the shortness of breath, exercising is still going fine and is relatively easy. I am having pretty bad headaches, sometimes daily and more than once a day. I didn't experience this with Gray until later in pregnancy. I am not one to be weird about medicine, except when I'm pregnant but I don't usually take something unless I feel like I absolutely have to. I am not napping anymore but can't stay awake much past 9:00 most nights. I'm already up at least twice during the night to use the bathroom and some nights have trouble getting back to sleep. God sure has a way of preparing us for sleepless nights ahead!

Can't get enough-Fruit and carbs. I could eat an entire pineapple in one sitting and I find myself day dreaming of steak and cheese sandwiches from Hero House. I remember writing this when I was pregnant with Gray but I am not much of a deli meat sandwich fan at all, except for when I'm pregnant apparently. And I don't want it warm, which is how you are supposed to eat it when pregnant. I feel like I'd give almost anything for a Beach Club from Jimmy John's, which happened to be the very first thing I ate after Gray was born. And drink. I am so thirsty and I want anything to drink except water (normally other than a cup of coffee I don't drink anything other than water). I'm still not drinking caffeine unless I take a sip or two of Paul's sweet tea or coke.

Movement-Nothing yet in the way of kicks but several times now in the morning when I first wake up, I have felt a very hard little something bulging out of my lower stomach. It's about the size of what the baby should be now and goes away within 30 seconds or so. I guess that has to be the baby, right? I didn't feel anything like that with Gray but I don't know what else it could be. The other morning I woke Paul up to feel it and he couldn't believe it. I can't wait to start feeling those little flutters in the next month or so. I felt Gray for the first time at 18 weeks.

The belly-No mistaking there's a baby in there. When I saw my friend Lindsey a couple weeks ago after not seeing her for several days she said, "Wow, he's grown!" (she's certain we're having another boy too). He/she has certainly grown, but some of that is no doubt turkey and pumpkin pie leftover from Thanksgiving, along with lots of holiday junk food. By this time with Gray I'd only gained 5 pounds but I have a feeling it will be a little more than that when I weigh on Tuesday. I'm not sure if it's a blessing or not being pregnant during the holidays but I'm sure loving these maternity pants when I get full ;)


11 weeks/16 weeks

Here I am at 16 weeks with Gray. There isn't a huge difference but my belly definitely feels bigger to me this time compared to 16 weeks the first time.

Paul and I still think we are having another boy and I think most of our friends and family feel the same way. I can't wait to find out and starting calling this sweet baby by name!

Major rewind: Gray's birth story (and the weeks prior)

It's funny to me that I am just now writing about this and Gray is now one and a half. For weeks after giving birth I had no desire to recall the events enough to write about them. Then we had a colicky baby and life was nuts for several months. And then I forgot. And then I got pregnant with baby number two and decided I'd better get this down before I forgot everything and/or the new baby was here making life even crazier. I can't imagine many of you would be interested in reading this but it's something I realized I never wrote about and is a must have for my own memory's sake.

Other than some minor complications causing me to be extremely uncomfortable the last 8 weeks or so, I'd had a healthy and easy pregnancy. At 36 weeks I started going to the doctor weekly. At my 37 week appointment my blood pressure was very high. So high in fact, that the nurse took it four times because she felt something couldn't be right. She even got another nurse to come in a take it. They immediately expected preeclampsia but no protein was showing up in my urine. They hooked me up to a fetal monitor to make sure everything was ok with Gray. They asked me if I could feel the contractions I was having, which I didn't even notice until I could see the monitor and concentrate on the feeling as the lines went up on the screen. Gray's heart rate was showing up normal and after a while I was sent home and they thought everything was ok. I was getting pretty swollen by then so they said the high BP could be a result of the extra fluid I was carrying around. I had to get a BP monitor and check it several times over the weekend to make sure it didn't get any higher. They didn't put me on bed rest but strongly advised for me to take it easy and lay on my left side as much as possible.

I went back the following Friday and my blood pressure was still very high. They wanted me to do a 24 hour urine test to double check for protein. The lady handed me a gallon size bucket as I was leaving and told me that every single time I went to the bathroom, I had to collect it in this bucket. I laughed at her and told her she'd better give me two then. I was going to the bathroom (no lie) every 20-30 minutes during the day and every 45 minutes at night. Gray was extremely low and was putting a lot of pressure on my bladder. So much that when the doctor checked me for dilation for the first time, she said she could feel his head and not to be surprised if I started peeing in my pants. Nice! Thank GOD I had been written out of work by this point (from the other minor complications mentioned earlier). So I headed home, not very excited that we wouldn't be able to go anywhere the next day (which was Saturday) since I'd have two bright orange gallon pee buckets with me.

I turned in the urine test Monday and still no protein, which we were so thankful about! I went back again on Thursday and although there didn't seem to be any signs of preeclampsia, the doctor was pretty concerned about my BP. He wanted to me to do another 24 urine test starting Sunday morning, turn it in Monday morning and come back Monday afternoon. If my BP was still high Monday afternoon regardless of the urine test results, he was going to schedule an induction, most likely for the following day, June 12th or possibly even that night. Since I was dilated a little, there was a procedure he could do that had a chance of helping me go into labor. I'll spare the details of that because I certainly won't forget it! He said if I had not gone into labor by Saturday morning, it didn't work and he would do it again Monday in hopes that I'd go into labor before having to be induced.

The procedure left me very uncomfortable for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Paul and I went out to eat before heading to the hospital for a breast feeding class we'd signed up for several weeks before. I couldn't even make it through the class because I was so uncomfortable and also very swollen by this point. We left early and I tried to get some good sleep that night (kind of hard when you're waking up to pee every 45 minutes). Saturday I was feeling a little better and we decided to get out as much as possible since I'd be being induced and we knew our time together was about to change drastically. I was so miserable though and you can imagine the stares I was getting by this point (in case you forgot, I was HUGE). We tried going to the mall to walk but I had to stop at every department store to pee which was more annoying than it was worth. We'd eaten a late breakfast and skipped lunch. We headed home about 4:00 and picked up East Coast Wings on the way home. I had a buffalo shrimp wrap. I remember not feeling quite right, especially by this time in the day. I kind of had a weird feeling but didn't even say anything to Paul because I didn't want to talk about it and get my hopes up that I might go into labor soon.

I woke up about 2:00 a.m. and something felt weird. I was wet. I thought, "dang it, I finally peed myself! I guess the doctor was right about that." But I really didn't think I would pee my pants in my sleep, especially since I'd just gotten up a little after 1:00 to pee! I went to the bathroom and was certain by that time that my water had broken. I woke Paul up and told him it was go time. I took my time packing my bag and getting ready, be pretty certain he wasn't just going to pop right out. Within about 30 minutes of my water breaking, I started having some pretty decent contractions. Not the kind that took my breath away yet, but very noticeable and about 5 minutes apart. By the time we got to the hospital (3:30 or so), I was having to stop talking or walking when a contraction would come. We lucked out and the labor and delivery floor was dead so within just a minute of them confirming that my water had broken, we were in a room. I was only 1.5 centimeters dilated, although my contractions were pretty intense by this point. We found out my favorite doctor, Dr. Scherer, was on call and would be delivering Gray.

I got up to take a walk around 4:00 or 5:00 ish but didn't make it very far because something started burning in my arm like nothing I had ever felt before. My potassium levels were low and they had me getting some through an IV. The regular IV fluids ran out so there was nothing to dilute the potassium. I am not even kidding when I say that was one of the most painful parts of my entire labor! I wanted to wait as long as possible before getting an epidural. We knew there was no need to call our family so early so we waited until about 7:30. I called my mom first, and then my Gram, who I almost missed because she was walking out of the door to go to church. I told them I was pretty certain we had a long time to go, but of course they were excited and headed over shortly. While we were waiting on them, I decided to go for another walk, thinking it wouldn't be long before I gave in to the epidural. My good friend Renna was down the hall in antepartum because she'd been in pre-term labor. It was going to be a long walk but I wanted to surprise her and tell her I was there to have our baby! I didn't make it far before I had to turn around because I couldn't take the pain anymore. I called for the juice and they were there within a few minutes. I really didn't think the epidural was bad at all and within minutes I felt NOTHING!!! It was glorious!

Shortly after that my mom, Gram and brother were there and Paul's parents were on the way. I was feeling great and pain free and enjoyed talking and hanging out with family. Pretty soon my doctor decided I wasn't making much progress (I'd been stuck at 4 or 5 centimeters for a while) and started me on Pitocin. It made my contractions even stronger but I didn't feel a thing. I can remember Paul looking at the monitor and cringing when he'd see the contraction start but I felt nothing. I was so hungry by this point but wasn't allowed to eat anything. We had not eaten since about 4:30 the day before so that shrimp wrap seemed like days ago. Paul was so sweet and refused to eat since I couldn't. But this big mama put her foot down and made him because if nothing else, I needed him to have strength so he could get me through labor! Paul's parents got there sometime after lunch and we continued hanging out and talking. I was finally progressing and around 5:00 I started feeling a lot of pressure. The kind that everyone had told me would feel like I was about to poop my pants. That was such an accurate description too, sorry if that's too much info but it is what it is. I was so uncomfortable that I asked everyone to go ahead and leave the room. I started pushing around 6:00. By this time the epidural was wearing off and even though the contractions weren't too bad, I could feel every square inch of our baby boy pushing his way through. It was the hardest physical thing I'd ever done in my life, not to mention I was beyond exhausted from being up since 2 a.m. and not sleeping much for weeks leading up to that. And did I mention that I was about to starve by this point?! It was so hard that I remember at times telling my doctor I couldn't do it anymore. She and Paul were so encouraging and after about an hour and a half, our sweet boy was out!

Those first moments were so amazing and made every second of the last almost 39 weeks worth it. I had never felt exhaustion like that before though. It wasn't long after that I was already thinking about food. My first post-partum meal was a Jimmy John's Beach Club and I felt better after I' finally eaten, which was about 10:00. The rest of the night was spent with our immediate family and our first miracle, Gray Christopher.

Right before we were supposed to be discharged on that Tuesday, I had some pretty scary complications from delivery. Again, I can skip these details because they aren't something I will ever forget and certainly nothing you'd want to read about. I ended up having to stay an extra night but we were thankful I was going to be ok. My BP was also very high-even higher than before labor and there was talk of me staying a FOURTH night! I promised the doctors that if I could just be left alone and go home that it would get better. It made going home on Wednesday even more sweet. But about an hour or two after being home I started not feeling very good. Of course we didn't get much sleep that night and by the next morning I was very sick. I'd gotten a shot the day we left the hospital to help with the complications I'd had so we called to see if I could have been having a reaction to the shot. They were pretty certain I'd picked up some 24 hour stomach bug in the hospital. I was so sick I remember barely being able to wake up to nurse Gray and poor Paul was doing everything by himself and worrying sick about me at the same time. I tried taking a shower thinking that would definitely make me feel better. But I came out with shampoo still in my hair because I was so close to passing out in the shower. Paul later admitted that he'd never seen anyone look like I did being that sick and he had been very scared. I almost missed Gray's first doctor's appointment but managed to crawl out of bed and get in the car as Paul was about to leave. I remember the pediatrician taking one look at me and saying, "Are you OK?!" Thankfully by the next morning I was a new person, healed from the stomach bug and starting to feel better from the issues I had in the hospital.

I think I'll wrap up here since I did a pretty good job blogging about our first days at home with Gray.

I'm so glad I'll have this to read back on one day and I'm sure Gray will too ;) I can't wait to see how my second labor compares to my first. Everyone has told me it's way faster and easier the second time around so I'm banking on that!

18 months

This time last year seems like just yesterday. Our boy was just learning to sit up by himself and now we've got a one and a half year old.  What in the world?! Gray had his 18 month well visit today and for the first time he really seemed to know where we were. He was weirded out from the second they asked him to sit on the scale. I'm not sure his measurements were the most accurate, but we'll take them! It's so hard for me to capture in detail everything about him these days, especially since I haven't had the time to blog more often, but I'm going to do my best to write about things I know I'll want to remember one day.

At 18 months...

Growth stats-Gray weighs approximately 25 pounds-57th%tile. Y'all-he wouldn't sit still on the scale so they made me weigh myself and then weigh while holding him. Thankfully I'm not super pregnant yet because it was already a little embarrassing.
Anywho, he was about 33.5 inches long, but the nurse said she thought he was maybe even a little taller (he wouldn't stay perfectly stretched out and kept rolling over to get back up), which puts him in the 85th %tile.
His head measurement is 19 inches-88th %tile.

He has busted out of his 18 month pajamas and even some regular 18 month clothes. He is so tall that a lot of his shirts look like he's rocking the three-quarter length style and some of his jeans look like capri pants. He is wearing size 5 shoes, size 4 regular diapers and size 5 overnights.

Milestones/Firsts/Accomplishments-He is working on some two year molars and they are giving him such a hard time. After these though, he'll be all done in the teeth department. Praise the Lord!! And then in about a year we'll get to start all the way over with teething ;) Dr. Bill said he could see them right under his gums today and expected they would be breaking through the skin anytime now.

It's so hard to think about "firsts" with Gray because he does or says something new every day. But one first/accomplishment that I can't forget to mention is that Gray now poops on command. Several weeks ago we'd been out and about all day and realized as we were about to put Gray in the bath that he hadn't pooped all day. He typically does this at home when he has a little privacy. We knew it could mean he'd be up either during the night or very early in the morning with a dirty diaper so Paul started saying, "Can you go poo poo buddy?" Sure enough, he went behind the washer and dryer doors and did his thing. It's hilarious how proud Daddy was and still is of this. Almost always if it's about to be nap time or bed time and we know he's due for a number two, we'll ask him to go and he will. We certainly aren't ready to start talking potty training yet, but if things stay as they are, he is showing signs of being ready to train earlier than most boys (I'll try not to get my hopes up for this one).

Language/Learning Development-A lot of Gray's expressive language still sounds like he's speaking his own language a majority of the time. He is saying new words a lot though and will almost always repeat things we say or ask him to say. His favorite things to say are "uh-oh" and "hey", which he says to us about 100 times a day (but it's sooooo cute!). He understands so much and I continue to be blown away at the receptive language skills that he has (I realize that I've said this for probably the last 5 posts, but it really does amaze me). He knows all of his body parts and loves to identify them on himself or someone else. His favorite these days is his belly button but also loves to find other people's too (not awkward at all). He is starting to clean up his toys and also has two chores around the house-he feeds Sophie and put dirty clothes in the hamper. He just randomly picked up some dirty clothes that were on the floor (I won't mention whose they belong too ;) and took them to the dirty clothes basket one day and was so proud of himself so now I let him take his dirty clothes to his basket. He's recently noticed the moon and loves to point this out because he sees it in so many of his books. He also notices airplanes and helicopters now and loves to imitate their noises.

We've been talking about the new baby to Gray and he certainly doesn't have a clue as to what's really going on or how his life will change in June, but when we ask him where the baby is he now runs to my belly and pulls my shirt up. The baby can only be found bare belly, apparently. This is not fun when we're out and he hears anything about the baby. A couple of weeks ago he decided to give the baby a kiss. You can imagine our response, in which he completely ate up and now he kisses the baby all the time. It is so sweet!

Eating habits-I am so happy to report that things are getting much better here. He decided he likes raw carrots and cucumbers, sometimes tomatoes, sometimes broccoli and if he's really hungry he will eat an assortment of cooked veggies. He is a great eater in that he is interested in eating often and eats a good amount when he does eat. We'll keep working on getting healthier things and a wider variety in his diet because for several reasons we don't want a picky eater. I read in a Christian book on parenting recently that picky eaters simply fall on the parents. The author also said he felt it was hypocritical for us to teach our children to bless the food and thank God for it, and then allow them to throw it on the floor or refuse it. I'm all about picking battles wisely, but it sure made me think about wanting to try to change how we parent Gray when it comes to eating.

Sleeping habits-Gray goes to bed between 7:00 and 8:00. No matter how tired he is or even if we're certain he isn't overly tired, he parties in his crib for anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour and a half! He has been sleeping later some mornings but rarely gets a whole 12 hours anymore. We still crack up watching and listening to him on the monitor at night. He still sleeps with nothing in his crib-not one single lovey, blanket, book or stuffed animal because when we've tried putting them in there, the party goes on for hours. We are thrilled that he is so happy in his crib and most nights we just let him play. Every now and then if it's getting really late one of us usually goes in and settles him down.
He's been going down around 1:00 for his nap and rarely plays much at all at that time. He sleeps anywhere from an hour to three hours, but an hour and a half seems to be the norm.

Personality-I've mentioned before about what a strong willed child we have. But at the same time, he is one of the sweetest, most affectionate children that I have ever been around. He initiates hugs and kisses all the time and even kisses animals and characters in his books too. He is almost always very friendly when we're out and about-waving to everyone and saying "hey" and "bye". When he does something he knows he's not supposed to, he has started telling himself "no!", which is hilarious. He hates it when we're mad at him and if he goes to time-out (still rare for the time being) he can't wait to hug and kiss us when it's over. He is actually a very good listener and is obedient most of the time. He no doubt tests us, like any toddler does but so far we've been thrilled with how well he listens...thank you LORD for this and may it please continue!

Gray is tough as nails. He'll hit his head and have a goose egg immediately and doesn't bother to stop and cry for a second about it. It seems like he has a new bump or bruise every day. Rarely are the injuries when we didn't have a close eye on him but we don't feel it's in his best interest to stand over him or be extra cautious. He's a boy and we want him to act like one, and he certainly does! He is completely fearless and will climb and try new things by himself all the time. Timid and careful he is not. At some point a healthy level of fear needs to be established, but for now we'll let him be.

Favorite toys/Interests/Activities-Tractors, trucks, school buses, anything of the sort! He still loves cleaning supplies and if the vacuum is out, you'd think it was Christmas. This morning I was sweeping the kitchen and he stopped what he was doing to "help" me. He also enjoys helping with the laundry. And by helping I mean this...

His most favorite toy right now is a big plastic John Deere dump truck that we got him for his birthday. He pushes that thing around a good majority of the day and has the cutest noises to go with it. He still loves books and I bet we read 10-20 every. single. day. If he's playing independently and brings me a book, I sometimes try to stop what I'm doing and read with him because I never want to discourage it. His favorite place to be is in Mommy or Daddy's lap reading a book. Thankfully he likes a wide variety of them so we aren't reading the same ones 800 times a day. He begs for one more and one more every night and it's so hard to not let him call the shots on that one.
Sophie has actually been playing with Gray more these days and he LOVES it! He teases her with her ball, chases her, tries to kiss her and she licks his face and ears and he laughs hysterically. It is so precious and I'm so happy she is finally giving him the time of day. I think if he only had his dump truck, some books and Sophie he'd be set for life.

Our favorite things about Gray at 18 months-Paul and I would both say that we are so in love with how sweet and affectionate and loving Gray is. And even though calm and laid back are the last ways we'd ever describe him, we love his energetic, curious, adventurous and fearless personality. We can never get enough of him coming up to us to give us a hug or kiss.

Gray won't go back for another well visit until he is two. Want to know something crazy about that? His appointment is scheduled for almost a week after his birthday and they made it an appointment for two because they said there was a good chance the new baby would be needing to come in for a weight check (he/she would definitely be born by that point even if I went a week over my due date). Holy moly, that is so weird for me to think about, but very exciting too!

13 week appointment and Thanksgiving weekend

We kicked off a long Thanksgiving weekend by listening to a sweet little heartbeat. Gray was going to stay with a friend while we went but her house got attacked by the stomach bug so we had to take him with us.

He was actually very well behaved but didn't have a clue about the heart beat. It was still special to us that he was there. The heart beat was a lot lower than last time (176)-a perfect 155 beats per minute, which is exactly where Gray's stayed the entire time. Not just for that reason, but my bets are on a boy. Everything looked good with my check up. I've gained 2 pounds since my first visit at 9 weeks, which was a pleasant surprise with my fast growing bump (I feel like my belly was this size around 18 weeks with Gray). My iron was low which they said explains why I have been so short of breath. I'm more than willing to take an iron supplement in addition to my prenatals if they help me not feel like I've just run a marathon every time I go up the stairs. My doctor and I had a long talk about our trip to Kenya and what I will need to do to prevent blood clots on the plane. I'll go back on Christmas Eve morning but we most likely won't find out the sex until we get back from Kenya. Boy am I lucking out getting to be weighed right BEFORE the holidays! ;)

After my doctor's appointment we headed up the mountain to spend Thanksgiving in Boone with Paul's side of the family. We drove into a beautiful (but very mild for Boone) snow storm. Gray was a fan, needless to say.

We spent the rest of the day and night hanging out with family, eating good food and playing games. I really love Paul's aunts, uncles and cousins and feel blessed to be able to say that. Late Thursday morning we went with Nana and Grandpa to pick out the perfect Christmas tree. This is the third year we've gone to this place and I see us going for many years to come. It's right next to Paul's aunt and uncle's house and it is run by a super nice family on a beautiful lot. All trees are only $40, whether 6 feet or 14. I "gently reminded" Paul of how massive our tree was last year and how much he had to cut off just to get it in the door but he insisted on another big one. It really was the perfect tree though, even Gray thought so!

We enjoyed a delicious Thanksgiving feast that afternoon, followed by more talking, laughing and lots of kids playing. Between two of Paul's cousins, there are 13 children. His youngest cousin is pregnant with her first and one is pregnant with number seven. There will be three more babies to add in the mix next year and I honestly look forward to the chaos. They are probably the most well behaved kids I have ever been around and we take lots of "notes" every time we get to be around them. Gray loved playing with so many kids and he was pretty well behaved the majority of the time. We came back Friday night so we'd have all day Saturday to run errands and decorate the tree. After a little trimming, in came this big guy...



Isn't she a beaut?!



Little full, lot of sap!



Our little "helper"

Sunday after church we came home to get ready for Thanksgiving round two with my family. Paul wanted to cook the turkey and I am so glad he did; it might have been the best one yet.

We truly have so much to be thankful for and not just on Thanksgiving, but every day. We did nothing to deserve our many blessings; it's a picture of God's love, grace and mercy and we are most thankful for HIM.

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A little catching up to do

First up, Kenya update-Our yard sale was a huge success! We made $1,000 which was a lot more than we expected! A lot of people from our Bible Fellowship class at church were up at 5 a.m. and gave up most of their Saturday to help us. Paul and I were so humbled and grateful. We have had a lot of people give generous donations (one of which was very large and also given anonymously) so between that and the yard sale money, we actually have more than we need for our trip! I'm not surprised, but am amazed at God's provision and His confirmation to us that we are supposed to be going to Kenya. We will be able to take the extra money there and help provide a need or needs, which is always so awesome to see (like the last time I went and we were able to pay for Thomas' surgery). Paul got all of his shots a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately he had a terrible reaction and was out of commission for three days. He said if that's what the vaccines made him feel like, he is super thankful for the protection against those crazy sicknesses and diseases that so many people suffer with in Africa. Our plane tickets have been bought so there's no turning back now! Our flight leaves from Charlotte at 7:00 in the morning the day after Christmas. Which means we will have to leave by 3:00, which means we will be getting up around 2:00 A.M.!!! I was not expecting that but since we aren't going to actually be in Kenya all that long, it's best to maximize our time. We've always left in the late afternoon and I had it in my head I'd be able to see Gray all morning. Now I'll be telling him goodbye as I put him to bed on Christmas night. I've had a hard time with that and as it gets closer, I know I'm going to be a mess! Paul and I have quite a bit of preparing to do for the trip and I want to get it done before all the Christmas craziness begins so we can just soak up time with our sweet boy before we leave.

Soccer season ended about two and a half weeks ago. Paul's team came in second place for their conference and made it to the second round of the play offs. He was very pleased with how to season turned out. It has been SO exciting having him home more. I've picked up more tutoring now that he can watch Gray but we still usually have at least two afternoons together and it is soooooo nice being able to spend time together as a family during the week. And also nice for this mama to have some help with our busy boy. Time apart truly does make you even more thankful for the time you have together! You may need to remind me of that come next July when soccer starts again ;)

Gray is in full toddler swing. He is so strong willed but is also really sweet and so much fun (usually). I've had some challenging days with him off and on the past few weeks and although I wouldn't trade my job for anything in the world, some days I am desperate for Daddy to walk through the door. I continue to (try) to pick battles wisely and pray for help in raising him everyday. We want so bad to discipline him effectively, though we know we will fail at times. He has been even more into books than usual lately. Some days he barely even plays with toys and just reads book after book after book. His favorite place to be is in our lap reading a book and I am so thrilled about that! His speech is starting to be more intelligible and he often repeats words and phrases that we ask him to. He loves pretending to talk on the phone and even has conversations with Siri on my iPhone, which I always hilarious! He has pretty much busted through his 18 month pajamas and has moved up to 24 months. It's usually hard for Paul or I to tell since we see him every day but we both feel like he has grown a lot over the past month. I can't wait to find out next month at his 18 month check up.

Not much to report on my pregnancy since I just posted yesterday. I am working out 4-5 times a week and feeling pretty good now. The nausea is gone unless I let myself get hungry or smell something bad and my energy level is so much better! We go to the doctor a week from tomorrow and cannot wait to hear that sweet heart beat!

Have a good Tuesday, y'all!

There's a good reason for my blog hiatus

The 'ol blog has been neglected lately. But I've been tired. Like really, really tired. And feeling a bit sick for several weeks. Because this Mama is cooking baby number two! Yep, the Hicksters will become a family of FOUR right around Gray's second birthday. I was 11 weeks on Thursday. We found out right at 4 weeks and told our family and several friends but wanted to hear that heart beat before any public announcements were made. Our desire was for this baby and Gray to be about two years apart and my due date is June 5th and Gray will be two on June 10th! We feel just as blessed and humbled this time around, if not more. Though it seems to happen to people all the time, conceiving a child is a MIRACLE from God! We know of several friends who are desperate for their first child or adding to their family and although we know they wouldn't want our joy to be stolen, it is with humility that we make this announcement.

I was 9 weeks and 1 day at our first doctor's appointment which was on Friday, November 1st (which happened to be the same exact date we went with Gray for the first time). With Gray I was only 7 weeks and we were so amazed at what a difference two weeks can make. At 7 weeks although we could see the heart beat fluttering, nothing resembled a baby and it was so tiny. With this baby we were able to see a head and little arms and legs! We even saw sweet baby moving around quite a bit at one point. The heart beat was 176; Gray stayed around 135-150 the entire time. Of course some of our family thinks that has to mean it's a girl, but I don't think I have a feeling one way or the other yet. With them being so close in age, I'd love for Gray to have a brother but we would no doubt be thrilled to welcome a little girl into our family. We just can't go wrong either way! :)



Baby Hicks #2 at 9 weeks, 1 day

Everything checked out great with the ultrasound and exam and we will go back again the day before Thanksgiving. Oh and in case anybody is wondering-yes we are still going to Kenya! I had met with my doctor before I got pregnant to tell her we were thinking about this trip but were also ready to try for baby number two. Assuming no concerns arose with this pregnancy, my doctor was completely comfortable with us going. Since I've been to Kenya three times before and have been pregnant once already, it helps me to be comfortable with it too. We went to Cancun when I was 27 weeks and had no issues. Granted this is quite a bit different, but I'll be 17 weeks and feeling great (I assume) and we know God will protect us.

So far this pregnancy has been very similar to mine with Gray. I think I am already done with the first trimester nausea and crazy tiredness, which is right about the time I started feeling better with Gray too (around 10 weeks). I had some bad nausea for a few weeks but never threw up (never did with Gray either). It kicked in a little later this time and when I felt sick, it seemed worse but I didn't feel sick quite as often, if that makes any sense. I was soooooo tired, sleepy and overall very fatigued. I took more naps the past few weeks than I have since Gray was born. I am NOT a napper but for a few weeks I just felt like I couldn't make it through the day if I didn't take one. I haven't been napping the past week or two but can barely hold my eyes open past 8:00 most nights. Soccer season is over now but it was really hard not having Paul home much with me being so tired and feeling sick. There were days I lived for Gray's nap and early bedtime because I just felt like I had NOTHING left in me. I have had a lot of food aversions and have seemed to have more cravings this time. I've mostly wanted carbs and have probably eaten more bread in the past 5 weeks than I have in the past 5 months. I switched to decaf coffee as soon as I found out I was pregnant but stopped wanting it altogether a couple of weeks ago (same timing with Gray). I have still been working out a lot, though I missed a couple of days early on because I felt too sick or tired to go. I wasn't working out at all with Gray and I am hoping it makes this pregnancy better and healthier. I am about 10 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant the first time and I hoping not to gain as much this time around. I certainly have not eaten very healthy so far but I'm hoping since I'm not feeling sick anymore I'll be able to make better eating choices (with a few indulgences, of course!). As of my first doctor's visit, I'd managed to not gain any weight yet, but you wouldn't believe that if you saw my bare belly. They weren't kidding when they said the second one pops out sooner. I was showing at 12 weeks with Gray so I should have known I didn't stand a chance in hiding this one for long. I finally busted out some maternity pants a week or two ago and I'm not gonna lie, they felt soooo good! I wish I'd taken a picture before I got pregnant so I could remember how quick I popped out. Here is a picture of me at 11 weeks with baby number two...

And here was me with Gray at 13 weeks...

And the comments have already started. "You're only HOW many weeks?!" That's ok, I'll just embrace it and enjoy telling people there are three in there ;) I definitely won't be posting about this pregnancy every week like I did with Gray but I do want to remember and cherish this one too. I'll post after our next doctor's visit for sure.

Gray's first hair cut

We finally did it. It was nothing short of a mullet and it had to be done at some point. But I cried my eyes out that night. I loved his sweet curls and playing with his hair while I sang to him at night. I wasn't prepared for how big he would look. But I'm over it now and I think our big boy's new do looks handsome. Gray definitely doesn't have the kind of curly hair that will give him locks all over but I do hope those tiny curls come back a little as his hair grows.

He wasn't very good for the hair cut. He loves chairs so I thought he'd think he was something else sitting up there. But he wanted to be running around checking out the salon more than anything so Meredith had to cut quick.

All done! I am kicking myself for not taking a before picture.

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Pumpkin Patch 2013

Last weekend we met the Sowers out at Hawk's Pumpkin Patch like we've been doing every year since before Gray was even a thought. I love making traditions like this with good friends and family.

I couldn't help but look back and compare this year's pictures to Gray's first trip to the pumpkin patch. It is so amazing how much he has grown and changed in a year.

This year Gray wasn't in the best mood and was not about to be still for a second, so it's a near miracle that Lindsey even got one good shot. I'm posting these here for my family who does not have Facebook. And once again I couldn't pick favorites so there are a lot. Enjoy the cuteness!



This costume was Landon's two years ago and we were super excited about it being handed down for Gray. It comes with leggings to match the tie but I was last minute trying them on and realized they'd need to be pinned to the costume. But it was still cute with jeans!



This boy loves him some Mason and Landon and the feeling is mutual. I think this picture is so sweet!