No time like the present to start knitting again! I have nineteen weeks to complete this little baby blanket before Baby Hogge arrives...
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A few weeks ago, our doctor told us that she was 'pretty sure' of the gender of our little baby Hogge, but since she wasn't 100%, she wanted to wait to tell us in case she was wrong. Yesterday, we got to the 99% threshold and we decided that was good enough, so she wrote it down on a piece of paper for us to read at home... Looks like Bébé Hogge is a little boy! To celebrate my birthday this year, we had originally planned a weekend trip to the Champagne region. But now that I am no longer able to enjoy the bubbly stuff to my heart's content (thanks Baby Hogge!), we opted for a Parisian staycation instead. I eased into the weekend with breakfast at my favorite local cafe (Le Petit Cler) followed by a relaxing massage, which was great, but as far as I was concerned could have lasted a good 3 hours. Typical to Paris, the weather turned rainy and cold in the afternoon. We explored the streets of Montmartre in the evening, where Michael had booked a night at a boutique hotel called the Maison Souquet, which added a serious flair of luxury to the weekend. Just check out that swanky bar and foyer decor! The big treat for Sunday morning was a croissant making (and eating) class at Le Foodist in the Latin Quarter. To make croissants from start to finish apparently takes about 7 hours, so this 3-hour course was a shortened version where we still went through all of the steps except for the second (of three) turns. We were laminating pros by the end of class, and had a box full of croissants and pain au chocolats to take home! Check out the below gallery for a mouth-watering step-by-step guide to our class: Well, it's official.... Michael and I are so excited to share the news that our little family is getting a bit bigger in February!! Le bébé Hogge va arriver finalement! Having shared our struggle with infertility earlier this year, it's been difficult to know exactly where to start with this blog post. It feels nothing short of miraculous to be on this side of the fence, and part of me is still coming to terms with the fact that it is actually happening. At around 17 weeks pregnant, I am well into my second trimester. In the beginning, I had all the classic symptoms of pregnancy, with the strongest probably being complete and utter exhaustion. The couch was my new BFF. Food cravings mostly involved french fries, grapes and gummy candy. I was eating like a linebacker, mostly to curb the nausea, and my sense of smell went full bloodhound. These days, I am feeling much better and have gotten a lot of my energy back. I think the moment when it really felt real to both me and Michael was the first trimester ultrasound, where we got to see the little one dancing around in my belly for about 30 minutes. I couldn't actually feel any of the movement because it's still too tiny, but we got to spend time actual time hanging out with our baby, whose heart we could hear racing over 160 beats per minute. I understand fully why people call this a miracle... I cannot finish this post without without acknowledging what we came through to get here. Infertility is a very particular kind of pain to endure, mostly silently. And I know all too well that every new pregnancy announcement from family, friends or total strangers seems to etch a new micro-fracture of disappointment in the heart. I read a quote the other day that said something like, "I'm happy for you, but just sad for me," and I realize that some reading this today will feel exactly that way. My sincere hope is that you will soon find the same miracle that we have, biologically or otherwise. |
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