After sharing my last post updating everyone on the kiddos my bestie informed me that I left one out. Which is very true... and actually intentional so I'd have a topic for another post.... the bun in my oven! Yes, in case you missed the announcement, we are thrilled to be expecting baby #3 this June. Here was the oh-so-cute and cuddly announcement photo we shared (taken by the always amazing Layna Rae Photography).
Since I haven't been keeping up with weekly or monthly updates like I did with K and HG, I'll give you a quick run down of the pregnancy thus far.
I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be pregnant during the first weeks of October so I decided to take a test. I always get a kick out of how fast my lines show up on the pee sticks despite the fact that they all say you have to wait three minutes. I like to think it just means I'm super pregnant. When I first saw that little pink line I was thrilled. I cried. I prayed. I thanked God for our newest gift. And then I realized I had the daunting task of keeping this HUGE secret from everyone I knew. Why? It just so happened that my in-laws were in town that weekend and I wanted to make sure I shared the news with Z first, and in a special and private way. Luckily our 6 year anniversary was that next weekend so I decided to make a plan to share the news then. But that meant I spent the entire visit with his parents and rest of the week sitting on my golden ticket news. I will admit it was kind of fun to have that little bit of time to myself but I was definitely itching to tell him.
So, how'd you tell him?
Our anniversary rolled around after what seemed like the longest 4 days ever and we decided to make a day of it. We started with a trip to the shooting range, followed by lunch at home with the kids, then an afternoon movie, and an overpriced fancy-pants dinner at Texas de Brazil. I had been battling a sinus cold the entire week, and slyly dodging any of my family's attempts at getting me to take medication, so the romance of the day was slightly overshadowed by my sniffles and nasal speak. Still we had a great time and I would get more and more excited as the day went on, thinking about the moment I would surprise Z with the news. When we got to dinner I knew Z would want to order from the wine menu, and would probably offer me some. Luckily my head cold was a good excuse to decline a drink. Once his wine arrived he recommended we get up and take a spin around the salad bar. I quickly suggested that we make a toast first and raised my water glass. He said what I'm sure was something very sweet and touching, I wasn't hearing anything over the nervous pounding of my heart, and then I smiled and toasted, "Cheers to 6 wonderful years and our 3 beautiful babies".
He smiled and raised his glass before my words really sunk in. The moment was classic. His smile dropped slightly as his eyes widened before his smile stretched back to the full width of his face.
"Three? You're pregnant?"
I just nodded and grinned.
The rest is sappy old married couple stuff complete with hand holding, (since we couldn't smooch with my awesome cold accompanying us) tears from both of us, an explanation of when I took the test, how far along I was, etc. Definitely worth holding onto that secret for a few days. We shared the news with our family and friends gradually over the next couple of weeks and, of course, made the obligatory Facebook post right around 12 weeks. The support and love we've received has been overwhelming. Of course there have been a few people that have called me crazy/insane/nuts, or just looked at me like I told them I decided to pursue my life's passion of becoming a member of the Blue Man Group, but to those people I just smiled and reiterated my excitement.
So how are you feeling?
I'm 19 weeks today and can say without any hesitation that this pregnancy has been the hardest yet. It's totally thrown me for a loop with all the intense morning sickness, all-day nausea, food aversion, headaches, and lack of energy. I dealt with morning sickness with both K and HG but it was quite manageable. This time is totally different and very unpredictable. I know God had a very specific timeline in mind for this pregnancy because I honestly think I would be totally worthless as a mother (and human, for that matter) if it weren't for the help of my mom and dad. Living with them while Z is in grad school has been a Godsend overall but especially in these last few months of yuck. Thankfully I think I'm past the worst of it and as long as I eat something every 2 hours I can fight off most of the nausea and headaches. Still waiting on that 2nd trimester energy boost to kick in. Where are you energy? I miss you!
Any crazy cravings?
Nothing too nutty but I have had much more specific cravings this time around. I remember going through sweet and salty phases with K and then a meat phase (which usually ended up resulting in ordering Turkey burgers from our favorite burger joint) with HG but that was a fairly broad. This time I've wanted grilled sweet potatoes with garlic aioli, pickles (duh), ranch oyster crachers, vanilla ice cream, and starburst... but just the reds. Like I said, the food aversion has been more prominent than the cravings but when they do come they are quite specific.
Boy or Girl?
We don't know, and we won't know! I never thought I'd have the patience to not found out the sex of a baby but I figured it would be fun to do at least once and there's no better time to do it than now. We're sitting pretty with one of each, so why not. The only question will be if we can both hold out. Luckily I only have one more ultrasound left to temp us.
Does this one have a nickname?
For those of you who have been around for a while you'll remember that K's gestational nickname was Little Manatee (because she looked like a little sea cow in her first ultrasound) and HG's was Pumpkin (because of our pregnancy announcement). Both of them adapted new nicknames (The Bean and Mush respectively) after they were born but it was fun to have a little nickname for them while they were cooking. This one has been called a number of things so far. Because my first craving was sweet potatoes and I expressed my desire for them to my bestie, she has very affectionately called baby Sweet Potato. We've also referred to baby as BP3 (baby Pierce #3), and more recently my friend Leslie channeled the force and said BP3 sounds a lot like C3P-0 and so adapted it to BP3-0. All adorable but nothing has really stuck with me. Maybe it's because I've just become used to saying "baby" when I talk about him/her with the kids, especially K. Who, by the way, hopes it's a girl. No, boy. No, girl again. No, definitely boy.
Let's see. K fluctuates on her interest in my growing bump. She'll catch a glimpse of it and run up to me and hug or kiss my belly saying something sweet like, "I love you baby boy/girl". I melt a little each time. Then I'll tell her that soon she'll be able to feel baby move and she acts like I'm diseased and wants nothing to do with such nonsense. Four year olds, am I right?
HG doesn't seem to notice at all. He's become more aware of other babies when he sees them out at stores and will often point and exclaim "BABY" so we will sort of run with that acknowledgement, place his hand on my tummy, and repeat "baby". He's more interested in tractors and planes though, rightly so.
I started feeling the first flutters around 16 weeks and am now feeling more prominent nudges and kicks. I love it! Kicks are always the first thing I miss once the baby is born.
I really like the midwives at the hospital we'll be delivering at and have so many great things about all of them but I'm still a bit uneasy not having my angel Diane with me this time around. I've been teaching my childbirth classes at a midwife's office here in town and when my dad asked why I didn't just use her. I told him I would but she only specializes in home births and he just dropped his head and gave a very definitive, "no, no, no". Don't worry dad, I don't have plans to give birth in your house. But who knows what will happen (wink).
Like I said before, my parents have both been life savers during these hard/sick months but I've also loved being close to my mom for this pregnancy. I really missed her during the last two while living in Georgia so being with here every day has been wonderful.
What about your weekly/monthly bump photos?
I absolutely loved taking weekly and monthly bump photos with K and HG. It was fun to watch my belly grow and compare bumps at the same time in each pregnancy. SO fun. I tried doing things a little differently this time and started taking some my point of view photos as well as a few classic profile pictures just for reference. Here is my bump evolution thus far!
Until next time...