It’s been a while since I last posted. The challenges of being pregnant with a toddler and then taking care of a newborn with a toddler was enough to keep me away for a while. But now, this blog will finally show what’s consumed my heart, body, mind and soul for the past almost year. Welcome, baby B.

It was actually around this time last year when I first found out I was pregnant with my second child. The early weeks when it was only being shared through happy, hopeful voices and excited hugs within our inner circle.

Fast forward through a rough first trimester, lots of Mexican food and some hard kicks in the third trimester to me, giving birth to such a sweet, happy, laid back baby.

 

And now, my sweet baby boy has been with us for the past four months (which I can’t believe), bringing us smiles and laughter and overflowing our hearts. I can’t help feeling so lucky, so blessed.

 

         

            

When I was pregnant, I would sometimes wonder if I would be able to love B as much as I did S. Because she was my first child. Because I had so much undivided time with her. Because I was only human.  I was so foolish to underestimate how love works. I am so in love with B and my heart is overflowing with the love I have for them both.