So as I mentioned, somewhat unceremoniously, I am pregnant. With our third child. Also, it is a boy.
This little boy has not gotten nearly the blog attention that the two little girls had gotten by this point in their existence. Greta got weekly updates. MJ got lots of freak out posts. But this one? At 22 weeks old, he’s had two measly posts. Already, it seems, he is somewhat neglected.
I am excited for him. I am excited to add him to our family. It’s just that I don’t have much time to think about it, and I am just too tired to think about it. With my last two pregnancies, I was working in an office setting, and so I had a lot of time to sit down and rest. This time, I am on the move constantly, chasing a new walker and arguing with a 3-year-old. MJ was our first, so we clearly had no idea what we were doing and my posts from the time period reflect that. Greta took a lot of struggle to conceive, and so she was my little hard fought miracle from the beginning. And this guy? Sometimes I feel sorry for him. The chaos he’s going to enter into, he just doesn’t know. But also, he will have two amazing older sisters and two very tired parents who will probably let him eat a lot of junk food and watch a lot more TV than his sisters were allowed.
It’s worth noting how this pregnancy is going. In truth, it’s easier than the last two. My morning sickness wasn’t nearly as intense (and is long gone by now). For the first 20 weeks I was running semi-consistently; I had started running again back in December, and managed to keep at it 2-3 times a week, though my run last week convinced me that I am done for now. The amount of pain I felt, and the overwhelming need to pee, made me commit to being done. But the running, combined with chasing two little kids all day, has kept my weight gain down to about 15 pounds, about 5 pounds less than I had gained by this point in the last two pregnancies. I have struggled with too much weight gain with both previous pregnancies, so keeping my weight down is a good thing. Here’s hoping it will continue.
I am slowing down. I just can’t stand on my feet as much, or pick up things off the floor very easily. Today we went to the state fair, and my exhaustion was pronounced. I remember being there last year with a 3-week-old and not being nearly as tired. That gives me some hope that having three little kids will be easier than having two little kids whilst being pregnant.
I had a serious freak-out this past week. Not for any particular reason, but I freaked out about the prospect of having three kids. And specifically, having a 17 month old and a newborn home with me. MJ will be in preschool Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, which will help. Greta’s at the age where she’s happy doing just about anything, so hopefully that will make my days a bit easier. But I was specifically freaking out about dropping her off and picking her up every day. I was imagining shlepping through the January snow, carrying a newborn and a 17 month old, because I’m sure Greta won’t walk that well in snow by then. Also corralling a 4-year-old MJ. Twice a day. And this is on top of probably having to wake someone or the other up for drop-off and pickup, because I’m sure their naps won’t align. Thankfully, I did find out that drop-off is essentially pushing them out of the car (with slightly more ceremony), which will make one aspect of my life easier. It eased my freak-out a bit, at least.
We’ve been busy around here readying the house. Specifically, we moved the girls into the same room. Other than the first week, it has gone exceedingly well. Mornings are a bit frustrating, because often Greta will wake up MJ after her morning bottle. But I think we’re missing out on about half-an-hour of sleep at most, since MJ generally is difficult to wake unless she’s pretty close to waking on her own. And they are happy to play together for a while, so that helps. Mostly, I am just sad that my little sleep-inner (Greta) has been waking at more like 6:30 than her previous 8:00. I know that for those of you who work, your sympathy for me is non-existent. But if I want any time to myself in the evening, then a 6:30 wakeup is just tough. I’m not nice at that hour, never have been. And when dealing with little kids, nice is a necessity.
I’m rambling.
Baby boy. This is supposed to be about you. Soon enough, I will fill this space with pictures of you. But pictures of my exploding belly are all I can offer right now, and that’s just not that cute.
I made the mistake of saying to MJ that I wasn’t that excited about having a boy, and now she tells everyone that I don’t want a boy. I feel I should clarify. I am a bit scared, because most of the little boys I know are even more high energy than their sisters, and I fear that you will be even crazier than your sisters. I’m not sure I can handle that. I’m told your Dad was a wild child, which I totally believe, and given your genetics you’re unlikely to be calm. But please, can you at least not be the craziest one?
22 weeks & 2 days pregnant. Sorry about the messy room, wet hair and general chaos. At least it’s authentic.
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