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Posts tagged Baby 3
Soon to be three!
Apr 13th
I can’t believe that there will be 3 soon. Three kids! What were we thinking?!?! I don’t think our tub could fit another soul in it. Either we need a bigger tub or we are going to have to start hosing them down in the backyard!
27 weeks
Apr 13th
According to Baby Center my baby girl is almost two pounds and is the size of a head of cauliflower. This has been the most normal food item she has been so far. She has also been the size of a kumquat, fig, a medium shrimp (I have NO idea how big a medium size shrimp is. I have a pretty good idea what a small shrimp looks like but I couldn’t even guess how big they can get, let alone what a medium sized shrimp is!), a lemon and a lime, and at 25 weeks she was the size of an average rutabaga! Every week I get an email update from Baby Center about my baby and every week I laugh as I try to picture a medium sized cocktail shrimp in my belly.
I am feeling about the same as last week. Still overwhelmed by all that needs to get done. Hell, we have a unfinished bathroom in the basement that is on the To Do Before Baby Comes list and I haven’t even called a contractor yet! I still need to finish the tile in our entryway. I want to paint the kitchen cabinets, demo the shower in the master bath and tile a new shower stall…. the list goes on and on and I only get bigger and bigger.
This week I am also battling diarrhea and it sucks! I don’t know why this has hit me all of the sudden but today is the second day in 3 days that I have felt like this. I am living off the BRAT diet and Gatorade. I feel gross and rumbly and have no energy. Every time I sit down on the toilet all I can think about is how this is FOR SURE our last baby. I am willing to take extreme measures on T’s boy parts to make sure of that. After all, my vagina will never look the same after 3 kids (not to mention the stretch marks, pancake breasts and forever widened hips!) , why should he still function the same!
The fact that T impregnated me and put me in this position aside, he has been wonderful. He has already used up all his sick days at work to stay home on the days that I didn’t think I could handle the boys and cooking up HIS baby by myself. He has been supportive of all my hesitations and calmed all my nerves about having a home birth. He has encouraged me to eat healthy and exercise with out making me feel like I am dooming my baby by eating the ears off the boys’ chocolate Easter bunnies while sitting on the couch watching crap TV. He has rubbed my feet, told me I look beautiful, and so much more. He really is a wonderful husband and daddy…. if only I could get him to go to the prenatal appointments with the midwife with out it turning into a fight!
27 weeks. 13 weeks to go. Well, probably longer than 13 weeks. I really have nothing to go off of since both my boys were induced. I don’t know if I carry babies over their due date or not. I guess we will find out this time. This is my last chance to have the labor and delivery I have always wanted. I will probably be cursing myself for making this choice come July when I am waddling around, sweaty, sticky and uncomfortably hot…. but we will deal with that when we get there. Maybe I will sneak in an ice cream cone or two when I get to that point!!!
Finding Inspiration
Mar 31st
Finally I found a starting point for the nursery. I found this fabric at our local Hancock today and I almost fell in love with it. It is almost exactly what I wanted. Not exactly it but with only 15 weeks to go it will have to do. I am hoping that after hours of cutting and piecing together that I will fall in love with this fabric.
Proof!
Mar 29th
I told you all I could no longer see my toes! Unfortunately the baby belly is not big enough to block my view of my very dirty hardwood floors.
25 weeks
Mar 28th
Yesterday I looked down to admire my new Converses and realized, I can no longer see my feet! I am getting huge!
I am starting to move slower and can’t use my ab muscles to sit up which means doing the whole role onto my side, contract into the fetal position and push myself up with my arms maneuver. By the end of this pregnancy I am going to have some kick ass obliques… under layers of baby fat, but they will be STRONG!
Baby girl is moving a lot more now, or at least I can feel her more. She is getting stronger and stronger and her kicks and punches are getting more and more powerful!
Oddly enough, even with the extra baby weight and not being able to see my toes, I am feeling surprisingly sexy. I never felt that way with my other two pregnancies. However, today I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror after getting out of the shower and for the first time in a long time I liked what I saw. My growing belly is round and firm, my breasts are fuller and I am walking with my head held higher. And don’t you get me started on how great my hair is looking!
I feel good. The all day morning sickness is gone. I have a bit more energy… I still love me a nap in the afternoon while the boys are sleeping, but I have enough energy to get to the gym.
It isn’t all wonderful though. I have 15 weeks before I hit my due date (not that babies ever actually come on their due dates!) and my nesting to do list just keeps growing. It is overwhelming and it really does stress me out. I still have no control over my emotions. I cry at everything and anything.
15 weeks left and I get to meet my baby girl. 15 weeks to get the house ready. 15 weeks to get my birth kit ready. 15 weeks…. shit. I need to stop blogging and be productive!
And finally Part III
Mar 17th
Wonderful Beautiful Pronouns
Mar 1st
I have never been more excited to use a pronoun. Tomorrow morning I get to start calling the baby in my belly he or she! My ultrasound is scheduled for 9:15am. Tomorrow might be the only morning of this pregnancy that I will be excited to climb out of the comfort of my bed.
I feel like baby is a girl. I feel like I know she is a she. I feel like tomorrow is just a confirmation of what I already know. This baby is a girl. I will be shocked if I learn otherwise. I will feel… well I am not sure exactly what I will feel but I would bet the last scoop of mint and chip ice cream on earth that I will feel something. That is what I do best this pregnancy. I feel. I feel everything. The Olympics have been banned in our house because they evoke to many emotions for me to handle. I can’t watch a single event without crying. I mean seriously, think about it. That athlete has worked his or her entire life for that single moment. He or she must be so nervous and excited and proud and scared and anxious…. I feel everything along with that athlete. I cry no matter who wins. I don’t care what country gets the medal. I am so overwhelmed with joy for that person standing on that platform. Don’t even get me started on the family sitting in the stands routing on said athlete! That is more than this pregnant woman can handle. So anyways, when I say that I feel like this baby is a girl, I mean I feel that this baby is a girl. I will have a hard time accepting otherwise. Not that a third boy wouldn’t be incredible… Its just that I would be equally surprised if I was growing a watermelon in my belly as I would be finding out this baby is a boy!
So tomorrow if I find out that this baby is a boy, I am going to be Googling support groups. If you already know of a link, send it my way. If the ultrasound confirms my feeling, I will be going on a very pink shopping spree!
Tomorrow I get to use pronouns!
Plus Sign Equals Family of Five!
Nov 16th
It took five negatives, but it finally happened. One little plus sign and my life is changed. Baby number three is on his or her way!
I couldn’t be happier.
I will be writing more about this soon, possibly as soon as tonight. For now, I just wanted to share the good news.
Oh and your welcome… I made sure to wipe the pee soaked stick clean before taking that photo!
Baby Fever
Sep 15th
I want to get pregnant. I am ready to get pregnant again. I want to be pregnant. I want to wear the cute new maternity clothes that Target has now. I want to make receiving blankets. I want to waddle around in flip flops. I want to eat for two. I want the magic wand rubbed over my belly and show me ten itty bitty fingers and toes. I want to feel her (I want a girl this time!) elbow poke me in the side. I even want to choke down those giant prenatal pills! I have a serious case of baby fever.
I have felt this coming on slowly over the past few months but with the craziness of summer, it was easy to push it to the back of my mind.
I am dreaming about being pregnant.
It is hard to ignore when the dreams you have at night start to morph into day dreams.
I had M, my oldest, 17 days before I turned 23 years old and 20 days before T and my first anniversary. He wasn’t planned. P was a surprise too.
Now that we have got this whole birth control thing under control, it is hard, so hard to choose when to start trying. Do we want another summer baby? That works great for family to be able to come visit. Do we want a Fall baby like P. Then I wouldn’t die of heat exhaustion like I did being 40 plus weeks pregnant with M in the heat of July. I know I don’t want a holiday baby. Holiday baby to me means anywhere from early November all the way through mid January.
We don’t want to wait another year. We know that for sure. M and P are 15 months apart and if we have another boy. I don’t there to be a huge gap. I don’t want him to feel left out. Plus… I am still not sure how I feel about having a fourth. I am on the “lets see how 3 goes” boat. I am 26 right now. I don’t want to have any kids past the age of 30. I will admit, I am already looking forward to the Golden Years and I don’t want to wait until I am 55 for the kids to be out of the house and out of our wallets.
So we know we want to start trying soon. Just how soon is the question. I went off birth control in August. I ran out of pills and figured… what the hell. We moved a year and a half ago. I still am not 100% sure who I will go to as an OB. So I have to figure that out too. By now, all the hormones have been flushed out of me. We are using condoms so as soon as we are ready we can start trying. But…How long will it take for us to get pregnant if we are actually trying? Will it happen right away? Because, if it did happen the first month, I think November or December would be perfect.
The other big factor, and probably the biggest factor, is I need to loose weight. I am just 10 lbs over where I was when I started this whole baby making adventure. But I want to be in better shape than that. I know that the better shape I am in, the easier the pregnancy and the faster the recovery. So if we started trying in November that would give me 2 months to get in shape. I can do it. It would be hard. But if I buckle down, I think KNOW I can get it done.
So there it is. I need to lose weight. I need to start taking my prenatals. I need to find a OB.
That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Weightloss is easy, right? Finding a doctor I feel comfortable with and that I want to birth my baby, piece of cake….right?
Shit. These next 2 months are going to be a bitch.
Tonight is my last night of indulgence. Then, its game time. Because I have baby fever and the only thing that will cure it is being knocked up. Bun in the oven. Preggers. With child. In the family way….
Breakfast of Champs
Jul 11th
It is 5:45 am and I am up.
This is not normal.
However today, I am up with my tennis shoes on, and extra tough sports bra and some ill fitting capris because I am running my first 5K!
I don’t care if I am a champ or not today but I am pulling out all the stops. I am working my way through a bowl of Wheaties. My goal is to finish this race today. I know I will have to walk, but I will do my best to run more.
I am doing this for you baby number 3! Well to be perfectly honest, I am doing this for me too.
