If you know me, you might have been wondering why my wardrobe was getting baggier, my wine glass was staying fuller and my eyes were getting heavier mid-way through a fascinating conversation about one of my favorite celebs. Well, the cat’s out of the bag. Or should I say, the bun is in the oven. That’s right, I’m pregnant. (Here’s where the real questions begin, right?) Yes, it’s #3. No, it wasn’t an accident. Yes, it might be a boy. And the list goes on.
A week or so before the plus showed up on that life-changing stick, I started thinking this might be what was going on, so I’ve been jotting down thoughts over the last 14 weeks that I thought would be fun to share once the news was out. Here goes…
• After an hour of chasing the boys around at Safari Run, I’m exhausted—totally and completely exhausted. Am I out of shape? Most definitely. Am I pregnant? Maybe…
• Sunday night and still feeling sick from an indulgent neighborhood party on Saturday. Too much free wine courtesy of my neighborly bartenders? Most definitely. Sunday night blues? Yep. Pregnant? No way. (At least I hope not given the first answer.)
• My first nap in ages. And I never saw it coming…
• Definitely pregnant. I not only wanted to eat Grandpa Cookies for breakfast (the sweetest, most decadent treats ever), I wanted to throw them up right afterward.
• Oh, and the magic stick had a plus sign. Wow. This is for real. Amazingly, overwhelmingly, heart burstingly real.
• Note to the husbands out there. DO NOT ask your wife if she’s considered using the elliptical when she’s upset about her quick weight gain. DO leave a sweet note in her bag telling her how excited you are about the baby. Attaching her favorite candy bar is a big bonus (especially if you’ve made an elliptical reference that week).
• Big’s constant need to visit public restrooms is becoming less of an annoyance and more of a convenience.
• Today my toothbrush became my enemy.
• My first big doctor’s appointment. Turns out it’s too early to see a heartbeat…not what you want to hear.
• My first pregnancy I was so excited to take pictures of my belly progress each week. (Perhaps because there wasn’t any for a long time.) Now I’m thinking if I pulled out my 20-week photos, I could pass them off as me today.
• I’m hoping that wine is good for plants. The ones in my friend’s backyard have been well fed lately.
• Best. News. Ever. There’s folic acid in Goldfish, so eating a bag a day is actually good for me.
• They say pregnancy makes you clumsy (as if I needed help in that department). I say flinging my decoy wine across the dinner table onto my in-laws is just a creative way to avoid drinking.
• I’m a total stereotype. Can’t stomach eating the sandwich I made, so I’m just eating the pickles off of it.
• All of a sudden I’m hearing heartbreaking stories about failed fertility attempts and miscarriages from my friends. It leaves me feeling sad and wondering how I got lucky enough to have 3. Yes, I feel very, very lucky.
• Tonight when we all sat on the couch for a family cuddle, Big looked to the side and unknowingly said, “There’s room for 1 more!”
• Today at soccer, Big looked at the family getting in the car next to us and said, “It looks like they have a baby.” I replied, “Yeah, isn’t that fun?” Big, clever kid that he is, said, “No! Not when they get all the attention!” Hmm, looks like there may not be room for one more after all…
• I don’t just look like I ate way too much Halloween candy (which I did), I look like I inhaled the bowl.
• Our parents and the kids are in on our big secret (which means it probably won’t be a secret for long). Little doesn’t get it. Big is excited—in a nervous, giggly way.
• When I got in the car to go to work this morning, Big said, “Mommy, you’re taking a baby to work with you today!”
• I was so hungry at my non-baby doctor’s appointment (which was running late) that I almost drank the glucose drink I’m carrying for my blood test tomorrow morning. Seriously, seriously considered it. (Yep, I get to take it early since I’ve had gestational diabetes in the past.)
• When I went in for my blood tests today, the phlebotomist remembered me from last time I was pregnant. Said she recognized my smile, and immediately remembered my outrageously uncooperative veins. We almost embraced when she pulled 6 vials of blood in a single attempt.
• They say you shouldn’t actually eat for 2 when you’re pregnant. I agree, so I’m eating for 4.
• I went in for a major ultrasound today and felt like I was on a sitcom. The tech—without asking if I wanted to know the sex (which I do, luckily)—started in on how she wouldn’t go buying any pink because it looks like this might be another boy. Then she went on and on, “Wouldn’t it have been great if it was a girl? Oh well, I guess you know how to handle boys. Hope you’re ready for one crazy, loud house. Well, at least it’s a cute baby. Look at how cute it is…” I tried to explain that I actually like my boys and knew that there was a good chance this one would be a boy too. She just shook her head like I was a fool. Then a jolly doctor came in shouting his excitement about how my numbers looked good. After the tech explained my “dire” situation, he looked and said he thought determining the sex at this point was inconclusive. She just shook her head like he was a fool.
• When you tell people you’re pregnant for the first time, their faces light up. Sometimes you can even see a tear in their eye. The second time they’re just as excited and talk about the wonderful sibling dynamic. The third time people say things like, “Are you ok?” … “On purpose?” … “Wow. You’re brave.” … “So you could have 3 boys?” Convincing people that they can be excited for us is harder than you’d think. (Of course many people have been thrilled by the news, but I’m guessing they’re thinking what everyone else is saying…)
• Just when I thought I’d escaped the true horrors of morning sickness, I’ve been quickly reminded of how I burst a blood vessel in my eye when I was pregnant with Big.
• Today when I was changing, Little ran in, smacked my belly and shouted, “Hi, baby!” Maybe he’s not so oblivious after all.
And that brings us to today. I’m about 14 weeks and very excited to be sharing our family’s news. No doubt the months ahead will lead to more funny stories and exciting moments. I look forward to sharing them with you!