The biggest thing I struggled with at the beginning of this pregnancy was the guilt I felt in regard to Seb.
I felt like because I was sick and couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to play with him, that he was suffering. I just assumed he was bored and would resent me for laying on the couch all day without entertaining him. I felt awful, like so so guilty I cried (a lot) about it but there really wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't even just let him outside to play because we had torrential rain for like 3 ridiculous weeks.

So here we are in the second trimester and guess what!? Seb is alive! He survived being shunned by his sick mother and probably doesn't care I was basically ignoring him for weeks. I wonder if he even remembers.

He's charging on this kid, such a trooper. He never shuts up these days, he just chats away at anything. He's the sweetest little bean, forever kissing and hugging us or his stuffed animals. He's pretty polite but still used the word no pretty heavily.
He's OBSESSED with 'in the night garden', I've had to get strict and only let him watch it before bed or else I'm afraid he'll stop talking like a human child and start yipping like iggle piggle.

It's funny to watch him grow and discover what he likes and dislikes, no matter how absent I was in that first trimester he's still growing up without my help, he needs me less and less which is so sad but also pretty awesome he's his own person and I love who he's turning into.