My presence on this blog is abysmal. (Not that you're complaining. You're probably happy to have a break from my brain dumps.) This is mostly due to pregnancy number three.
I've been knocked (up?) out. First of all, this pregnancy was ... not unplanned but maybe a surprise anyway? I had two miscarriages last summer. One before our vacation to San Diego and one right after my bloggy trip to New Orleans. Huge bummers. After that, I had a conference of sorts with my Bubba that went something like "Never touch me again, we are never having any other children and that's fine and we're done and stay away from me and I'm concentrating on this half marathon I'm running in January and THE END, got it?" Famous last words, right? Bam. Pregnant.
I couldn't believe I was pregnant. I didn't let myself get attached to it. I assumed it would be just like before. I still kept training for the half I signed up for. I was doing good too, time-wise, getting some of the extra couple pounds off-wise. Then I had some scary bleeding and low hormones and a bunch of tests and an early scan and yadda yadda yadda, was totally convinced I was going to lose this pregnancy as well. But! Baby 3 stuck around! Stubborn little thing it is. I don't think I was able to believe I was pregant until my 10ish week checkup and heard a strong heartbeat and a scan didn't show any scary reason for the bleeding. Hey! I'm pregnant! Sob!
I got through morning sickness (which hit every evening about 4pm and lasted until I went to sleep) somehow. The kids ate a lot of eggs and toast for dinner if I recall. Maybe chicken nuggets? Peanut butter? I've already pretty much blocked all of that out. It was a dark time. And then as soon as the morning sickness subsided I started getting headaches. Headaches that turned me into a raging beast in the afternoons, quietly and not so quietly resenting my children for making noise. Also awesome. (I gave up yelling at my kids for Lent. Does that tell you anything??) I found that exercise seems to help with the headaches. It's a pretty good excuse to go to the gym every day and get some child-free book-listening pseudo-working out time. I do still get headaches occasionally, so I'm still considering seeing an acupuncturist like Susie and Shalini advise me to do. For some reason I just haven't done it. I also will never use a neti pot and am generally scared of seeing the doctor and dentist for fear of bad news. So.
At my 14 week check-up, my midwife was all "Well, I'm not TOO concerned that you've only gained two pounds." I'm all "Lady? I deserve a freaking MEDAL." I am not a waif. I am ... sturdy. Not fat. Not skinny. I'm a good eater. I like food. I gained 50+ pounds with Lucy. I gained 60 with Johnny. But it's just not as easy to binge on the ice cream this time around. I mean, I'd have to share it with a Little. And we know that's not going to happen. I am almost 20 weeks now and I have gained 7 pounds. I mean, I win, right? I'm right on track to gain 25-30 pounds! Anyway, I'm beating whatever Kardashian is currently knocked up and that's all that really matters.
We have our big ultrasound tomorrow morning. We're rooting for a healthy baby with good organs and limbs and whatnot. I talked about it with Lucy and she's actually super excited about coming with. She said she'd let me know if the baby has finger and toes and arms and legs in the right spots. What a trip, man. Bringing your baby to see your baby's ultrasound? I mean, Lucy was just in this baby's place yesterday, wasn't she? Also she named the baby Daffodil and is beyond convinced that it's a girl. I hope she's not too disappointed if it's not. She wants a baby sister SO BAD.
How crazy to think that this is real. We're actually having another baby. THREE OF THEM. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE THREE BABIES. Holy cats.