18 weeks

Having my twin boys growing inside of me has been such a gift. The past 18 weeks have flown by and all I can think about is meeting them and watching our Brooklynne transition into becoming a big sister. This pregnancy has been so much easier than my pregnancy with Brooklynne. I haven't been nearly as sick, no fainting in cornfields ;), and I am able to keep food down (something that I couldn't be happier about!).
However, I do find myself much more of a mess emotionally and mentally this time. Perhaps it is because it is my second pregnancy and I am so much more aware of what could go wrong; or because of all the complications that I seem to be reading about with twin pregnancies. I have to constantly put myself in check and remind my self of who my God is. I think back to the months and months of wanting to be pregnant and the heart ache and I know that everything will be fine. This may very well be my last pregnancy and I am determined to enjoy it.

A new bed for a big girl

Since finding out we are expecting twins Jared and I have talked a lot about the impact their arrivals will have on our sweet girl. She has been the center of attention for nearly three years and adding two will certainly be a huge adjustment.
We are trying to be wise about the changes we have to make and when to make them. This past weekend we decided it was time to get Brooklynne in a big girl bed so she could learn some more independence, like getting up on her own, and so we could move her huge crib out and move her toys from the soon to be boys room into her room.
Brooklynne loved her crib and absolutely never tried to climb out so we had little to no motivation to rock the boat. Plus, getting to lay her in her crib every night made her still seem like a baby and not the growing toddler that she is.
Friday evening Jared took her crib down and Brooklynne happily told her crib "bye bye, love you". We went to our family's house for dinner and when we came home Brooklynne walked in her room ready to be tucked in but was not happy at all when she didn't see her beloved crib. There were a lot of tears and asking for the baby bed, she also told us she was scared. It broke our hearts. We all camped out in her room on the floor to keep her calm. After only 45 minutes or so she reluctantly crawled into her bed. Jared and I then snuck out individually.
Since that night it has honestly been a breeze. She loves her big girl bed and it didn't effect her naps at all (my biggest fear!). We are so proud of her although it does break my mama heart to see her so grown up.
Next up... Getting serious with potty training. I don't know if my heart will be so sad to see diaper changes go hehe. Of course in just a few months I will have plenty more diapers just in case!