2013 was pretty good to us Hamiltons. In my head, our year was broken up into trimesters, namely my pregnancy trimesters.
The first 3 months of the year were a blur of nausea and trying to keep Jude entertained while I laid on the couch. We found out we were pregnant the first week of the year, and I then spent the next three months with terrible morning sickness. I thought I would be clever and make a bunch of freezer meals to stick in the crockpot when I was too sick to cook. Too bad it totally backfired... I spent almost our whole grocery budget on these meals, but I forgot that the last thing a pregnant lady wants is to smell food cooking all day in a crock pot. So I never wanted to eat them, plus the recipes I used weren't very good and the food was pretty terrible for Peter and Jude. Overall, it was a failed experiment. Man, I do NOT miss morning sickness.
My second trimester was wonderful, as it is with most pregnant women. Finally felt better and excited to show off my little bump. We moved from one apartment to a slightly cheaper and bigger (but much older) one across the street. The day after we moved Peter got let go from his job at AeroFS. It was devastating and scary at first. I admit I had a hard time getting over the pain and frustration when they were less than truthful and refused to give him any indication of what he had done wrong. Thankfully, I was able to forgive and move on, and Peter was able to find a new job very quickly at Brightroll. I am so glad he took a job there; the hours and pay are better, plus the environment is so much easier and healthier. In the end it was a great blessing in disguise.
The summer was brutal. Too hot, too pregnant! Jude had fun at least. We went swimming a lot, went to Ikea for the AC, went to the water park/amusement park, and ate lots of ice cream. I nested like crazy and kept reorganizing everything. In July Peter's parents sold his childhood home and moved to South Africa to serve in the area presidency for the LDS church there. Having them so far away has been hard on us, especially Jude who asks to talk to Papa "see see" almost everyday. We're glad they are so willing to serve the Lord and sacrifice so much. We look forward to seeing them every few months at general conference!
In September Eleanor finally made her appearance, after weeks of being convinced I would never go into labor. Her birth was rather uneventful, minus the failed epidural at the last minute. We debated a lot what to name Ellie, and I was terribly afraid we chose the wrong name, but now I'm glad we chose Eleanor; it suits her perfectly.
The last few months have also been a blur of adjusting and holidays. I really think the transition to two wasn't that bad at all. Breastfeeding was the hardest part. I swore about 100 times in the first 3 weeks that I was quitting because it hurt so bad. Then one day, the pain just stopped and we've been going strong ever since. (Now we do about half bottle, half nursing and it's working out great.) Jude has held up in the transition, and mostly ignores the baby anyways. The worst part of moving to two kids is just trying to go anywhere by myself with them. Seriously, just going to Target is a logistical nightmare. My desire to leave the house has gone way down, which is really hard for me because I love to go places and hate to sit around the house. Slowly, things will get better I'm sure!
Overall, 2013 you were wonderful! We tried lots of new things, visited new places, and even got a new person! Here's to 2014 being even better!
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