Can you believe it?
I couldn’t when I was having random waves of nausea around Christmas and then checked the calendar to realize something wasn’t quite right. I didn’t believe the first test. The second test had me slightly convinced. However, by the third test I was staring in the mirror thinking I was having a dream and asking myself what in the world I was going to do.
Three children wasn’t exactly our plan. We planned on having two children. One per adult. One per hand. I sold all my baby stuff. I sold all my maternity clothes. I booked an adult only vacation to St. Thomas for my birthday in September.
I would be lying if I said the first few weeks of the year weren’t spent worrying. How are we going to afford a third child? How are we going to care for a third child? How are we going to sleep? How am I going to get them all in the car at the same time? The car! We will need a new car that will fit our family. And on and on and on.
Then, I put my big girl pants on and decided that if this is God’s plan and if other women can survive the life of having three (+!) children then so can I. We are perfectly capable of feeding, bathing, and clothing three children. We can buy a minivan (a minivan!). We can sleep…later.
And baby snuggles.
Being a mom again.
Having a love like I have for Ina and Cora...again.
Watching Ina be a big sister again.
Seeing Cora become a big sister.
Having a “big” family.
All children are a blessing and this child will be as well. Our family is nothing but blessed to have this “surprise” extra member. I hate to admit that it took my Type A control freak brain some time to wrap around that concept.
Dan, on the other hand, was ecstatic from the moment I told him. Since Cora’s first birthday, he has been casually mentioning that maybe we shouldn’t be done having children, to which I would reply, “do you want to see me completely lose my mind?!?…”
Now I have to prove myself wrong. I hate when that happens.
Here is how the past few months have gone:
I feel completely normal, with the exception of a few random waves of nausea. So normal, in fact, that I often forget I am pregnant. Then Dan reminds me, which sends me into a mini-freakout, and then I have to remind myself that everything will be fine. It will be fine. Fine.
Still pretty normal. A few tiny waves of nausea and a few moments of feeling pretty tired, but moving helps with both! Speaking of moving, I have been keeping my workouts the same as normal, but holding back a little on the high intensity portions. I am trying hard to listen to my body and drink a lot of water.
So. freaking. tired. One day it took all the willpower I had in my body to hold my head up and pretend I was looking at my computer screen. I cannot think about cooking or else I gag. I have to stop looking at Instagram because I follow so many people who post pictures of food. Cooked vegetables are not my favorite thing right now, but cold ones are great. On the plus side, my nails are growing and noticeably stronger.
I saw the baby today via ultrasound. Darn it if I didn’t fall in love with that little peanut from the second I saw its tiny heart flashing. The ultrasound tech said that everything looks perfect.
We told Ina today. She did not take it very well. She screamed, “No!!!” and told us that she wanted to give this baby up for adoption. She seemed very disappointed in us that we “asked for” another baby and told us she was sad that we would pay less attention to her. But, I think she got over the sadness just in time to tell everyone at the restaurant we went to for dinner. We may be paying less attention to her, but that doesn’t mean that others won’t give her more attention. Ha! That girl knows how to work things out for her good.
Still so tired. Half the time we come home and I just sit on the couch and don’t get up until we head for bed around 7. We watch Batman until 8 and then go to sleep. Our new routine.
My jeans don’t fit. Not even close. This is more likely from the non-stop carbohydrate intake than the lemon sized baby in my belly. Still nauseous. Still tired. Soul crushingly tired. I swear I can feel little kicks already, which is so exciting!
Hello fresh vegetables and energy! I am starting to feel like my old self again. Whoo hoo! Although, I still want a chocolate chip cookie or brownie as soon as I wake up in the morning. I am still worn slick by the end of the day, but the beginning and the middle are back to the way they used to be. It feels so, so good.
I just conquered Disney World during my first trimester. Although I was tired, I don’t know how much of it was the pregnancy and how much of it was standing all day and walking 15 miles.
I am enjoying days full of energy, but about every third day I still feel completely drained. I suppose I can’t just expect the third trimester to end and a lightbulb to go off saying, “Now you have energy again!!!”
Maternity clothes are still too big and baggy. My normal clothes don’t fit. My decision to go places is solely based on if they allow stretchy pants.
Thanks for following us on this journey.