Yesterday was my first ultrasound (for baby #2) and I was a mixture of excited and nervous. I felt like everything was fine, but after what we went through a few months ago I knew better than to assume that the baby was perfect without proof.

My husband was off work, so we devised a plan for a RARE (like, sadly rare) lunch date before my appointment. And then … life happened. The daycare called exactly one hour before we were supposed to meet, to let us know that the Toddler had a fever. 

I threw a fit. Just for a second. Don’t judge. 

I HATE when my plans go awry. I did not want to go to the doctor by myself, carrying that mixture of emotions, with no one to talk to. Not to mention the fact that I’d been drooling over menus on http://www.urbanspoon.com all morning and daydreaming about where we were going to lunch. But I am 31 years old, and therefore an adult capable of handling herself. So I got it together and took myself to lunch.

I realized during my solo lunch hour that it’s going to be a rare occasion in the coming years for me to have any time alone. I decided to try to relish it while I can. After #2 arrives, I seriously doubt I’ll have any time to think in peace. I used to at least have the bathroom to myself in the morning while I get ready for work, but since the Toddler has learned how to open doors that has been shot to shit. 

Several hours, five vials of blood, and an ultrasound later, I learned that #2 is perfect. He or she will arrive in August. Something about seeing the heartbeat of your second child is even more profound than your first. Maybe because you know how deeply you are going to love them, and already do.

I arrived home at 5 pm to a frazzled husband and a crying child who both needed me, and thanks to my afternoon of silence, I was prepared to handle them both.


P.S. I am OBSESSED with figuring out how to re-create the tomato soup that is served at Panera Bread. I’m literally losing sleep over it. I am considering calling to see if they sell it by the gallon.