when three became four

We found out I was pregnant about three weeks ago. While we weren't trying, per se, we weren't not trying either. We knew when we had Spencer that we wanted our children to be close in age, especially since life in the Army is so unpredictable. Spencer would have a guaranteed built-in playmate, a best friend from birth and someone with whom to grow up - all of which were so important to us.


I didn't really suspect I was pregnant, to be honest. I was a little late, but it's so common for your lady time to be a little off after childbirth, and my time has always been between 3-5 early or late since Spence was born. I wasn't concerned. Six days hit though, and I was a little nervous. I didn't feel nauseous or anything though, so I didn't think too much of it. All I really felt was exhausted, but who isn't exhausted with a ten-month-old baby and a full-time job?

I asked Ryan if he thought I should test, and he said I should just wait a week. With Spencer, it took over two weeks of being late for a test to show positive, so I agreed, and just tried to put it out of my mind. When I went to the commissary that afternoon though, I was still thinking about it, so I bought a test - just to be safe. I really didn't think I was pregnant.

We got home, and I took the test and left it on the counter while I changed Spencer and got him busy playing with toys. After about ten minutes, I remembered I took the test, went in to check…and there it was. Two very obvious pink lines. It was definitively positive. I convinced myself that I let it sit too long, so it was my fault and it was a false positive, so I took the second test and checked in exactly 3 minutes. Still very, very positive.

I don't remember breathing for a minute. I felt my cheeks and chest flush and had a moment of panic, then excitement, then all logic went out the window. Now, bear in mind I really wanted to surprise Ryan this time around when we found out we were expecting. I wanted to do something sweet and surprising and beautiful. So, how did I do it? Not that way at all.

I called him at work and said, "I need you to come home." He's in the middle of gunnery and very busy, so he knew something was up. I wasn't sure how to tell him, so I just blurted it out…"How do you feel about giving Spencer a little brother or sister?" He was so excited that he yelled out! Ladies, there's nothing more wonderful than a man excited to be a father - whether it's the first, second or third time. It put my heart at ease, and calmed my nerves.

Since finding out, I've had my first ultrasound to confirm dates, and we saw a steady, healthy heartbeat at 122 beats per minute. I think I was in denial until the point. We're looking at a June 1st due date, and we couldn't be more excited.

And yes…I'm nauseous as heck. This pregnancy is nowhere like it was with Spencer. I've had very little - if any - relief, and I'm going to be put on diclegis to hopefully help me function a little better. I do, however, feel really excited and blessed to be carrying Spencer's little sibling, and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for our family of four!

these past few months

There's truth to the statement, "comparison be the thief of joy." I decided to take a self-imposed blogging hiatus the past few months because I found myself becoming more and more hung up on the little things. It's so easy to see other bloggers' homes, shopping sprees and so on - and start the comparison game. But I needed to step back and remind myself that I have a wonderful husband, a fabulous first home, a beautiful baby boy and a life I should never take for granted. I may never be a fantastic interior designer, and I'll probably never have my hair and makeup done every single day again, but I'm okay with that. This is my wonderful, beautiful, crazy life.

So, what's happened since I last blogged in…August?! So, so much. Ryan's duty overseas in Korea has come and gone, and I'm so thankful to have him back home with Spencer and myself. Summer's quickly wound down here in upstate NY, and we're enjoying the last vestiges of fall. It's beautiful, but the days are growing shorter, and it's quite obvious that winter is just around the corner. Rather than give you all a boring recap though, here's a little snapshot from mid-August through mid-October:


Spencer Bruce turned 9…then 10 months old! We're pushing up on 11 months, which is entirely too close to a year old! I told him to stop growing, but he's not listening.


Ryan and I ran our second half marathon - the Empire State Half Marathon - last weekend on 10/18/15. It was freezing cold, had less than an ideal race course and was poorly executed, but we both did great times, and we're proud we did it.


We had our first snow of the season…barely anything, mind you…but it reminded us that summer's gone and winter's on its way. I'm looking forward to an "easier" winter without a brand new baby this year.


Our little family of three went to the Burrville Cider Mill and got a full bushel of apples and later made tons of pies! It was a blast to be able to experience this part of fall with my family, especially since Ryan's never experienced a true Northeast fall.


We discovered that Baby Moore number two is due June 1, 2016! We're so excited and so blessed to be expecting another little peanut. I'll be sure to tell you all more in the next few posts.

Right now, we're preparing for our first trip ever without Spencer. Ryan and I leave for our Bahamas cruise next weekend, and Spencer will be spending a week with his Oma and Opa in New Hampshire. Cue mom guilt. All that aside though, it's good to be back and documenting this little life of ours again. Missed your faces.