Thursday, August 23, 2012
that's what i am.
abducted for the third time.
wondering what the heck we were thinking!
verbatim to mine.
100% thrilled. Alice lifts my shirt up and says "baby" multiple times throughout the day. i don't think she really gets it, but she talks about it. Ellie keeps telling me it's a baby brother. i keep telling her that it might be, but it also might not be. we don't get to choose. and then yesterday she said to me, "Mama, how will you know if it is a brother or a sister? will the picture turn pink if its a sister?" oh, how i love little four year old minds.
a few deets:
i'm somewhere between 9 & 10 weeks along. they're having a hard time giving me an exact due date because for some reason in my first ultra-sound the baby was measuring small. yesterday the baby seemed to have caught up some to what i originally thought- so we will reassess in a few weeks. baby will come mid-end March. i'm thinking like the 23rd ish? who knows right.
the honest truth:
i've been the sickest this time around. and i think, really? is this whole pregnancy thing really necessary, again? i mean, i've already done this twice. can't the stork come this time? and if not, can't it at least be like the other ones? now i know am blessed that i am not as sick as some. in fact, M's aunt is currently pregnant and has to be on IV's the whole 9 months (and has done the same for her previous FOUR pregnancies) because she can't stomach even water. isn't that awful? she's my hero. and i'm whining about persistent nausea. i'm a butthead. but still, it just stinks to not feel like yourself. and i have this totally bizarre fear that i am going to get ginormously fat this time because i seriously don't move all day. i heard this story from a friend-surgeon of ours who worked out of Oakland, and this guy was so huge and had some health complications...so they had to lift him out of his house by crane. BY CRANE, people! and so i've been having these dreams the last few nights that because i just laid around this whole pregnancy, i got so huge that they had to lift me out of my house by a crane to deliver the baby. it was so awful and humiliating. dramatic? sure. i guess i'm just looking forward to being productive again, for my house to not be a monstrous disaster, and for me to be a little less mangy all the time. and, for the record, i refuse to be the woman brought to a delivery room by crane.
we're having a baby! we will have another cute lil human to fall in love with, who is night and day different from the two who have already stolen our hearts. it's a miracle, and we feel so blessed. other pluses: i stay in my pj's almost all day long and feel justified. it's pretty awesome. i mean, last week i created arms. ARMS, people! that's pretty legit. the girls are getting a little stir crazy, but they are playing so cute together now (right now Ellie is reading to Alice. i love it. yesterday Alice laid her head on Ellie's lap while she played with her hair. i died.) and so little moments like that make me feel a little less bad for laying like a zombie on the floor. and, i just eat bread- oh and watermelon. because that's all i can stomach. but it's pretty awesome because bread and fruit are like my favorite foods. oh and jamba juices are pretty awesome too. so it's not so bad. i guess i'm kind of living life. kind of.
so that's the news. another baby chappy earthly invasion coming March 2013. and then we will be outnumbered forever.
it's gonna be great.