We made it – we’re officially in the third trimester. We had our check up today and the children behaved well enough to actually make it back into the room to hear the heartbeat. And were good enough for me to think not nice thoughts at the woman that kept giving us “you have how many children?” ugly looks. Really. I’m not being sensitive, my husband is the one that pointed her out to me. My children weren’t jumping off any furniture this week, they weren’t throwing screaming fits in the floor. They looked much more like the picture from last month. The whole time. And therefore, it made me want to tell her a thing or two about having so many children. But I didn’t. Instead I smiled more than I normally do. Including at her. And laughed a little more with my children. And generally became more of the mom I wish I was all the time just to show her. Ha.
Okay, I’m past that now. Onto other more boring, more update-y kind of things.
I only gained one pound this month. I’m okay with that. I know I’m eating well. That makes a total of 17 pounds so far. Not nearly as bad as I had thought it would be by the way I started out. But I’m considerably less sick now than I was in the first trimester and can eat more of what I need to and less of just what I can keep down. Speaking of sick, I’m still struggling daily with the acid reflux. Pepcid AC was not the hook up for me. Zantac treated me better. I’m on the max dose twice a day. If I miss one, I sorely regret it. Even when I don’t miss any, it just barely keeps the sickness at bay. But it’s livable.
Also, I do agree that in the pictures I do look much less large than I have made myself out to be. However, for the record, I feel that big. And the doctor said once again that I’m measuring large. 2weeks+ larger. So there. I’m not too crazy!
And with that feeling biggerness… it’s now hard for me to roll over in the bed. Like, it takes a minute to roll from side to back to the other side. I’m out of breath all the time. People feel the freedom to ask about when I’m due. It’s hard for me to cross my legs when I’m sitting down. I waddle when I walk. I feel old. Last night while bathing the 2 younger ones, I bent over to scoop water and my lower back caught. Just like the old people in the movies. Stayed bent over, couldn’t move, instant catch. Never had that before. I’ve awkwardly limped around telling my baby that I can’t pick him up because my back hurts. I feel old.
And I’m not sure, but I think the Braxton Hicks contractions have started. It’s really early, and I have to hold my belly to see how hard it’s getting, but I’m fairly certain that they have started. Oh, and I had my first charlie horse of this pregnancy the other morning. The kiddos stood there staring at me like I was an alien. Other symptoms in the I-feel-big category: when I wear lace-up shoes, they have the tale-tell sign of being tied to the side instead of straight on like a normal person. I can’t shave my legs easily anymore. I turn to the side at the sinks to either put on makeup or do the dishes now. My husband painted my toenails the other night (please take a moment to imagine how funny that was, if you know Matt Parker).
Also, a side note. I was recently exposed to a known case of Fifth Disease. I called the nurse when I found out and was advised to wait to talk to the doctor. I talked to him today and he sent me to the lab for a blood test. We won’t know the results until Wednesday probably. I’ll let you know. Please pray that all is well.
BigMan made up a song about this sweet baby. On his own. So sweet. “Kenaniah sings a good song.” With “song” ending on a high note. Oh, it’ll make your heart melt. He’s also started taking note of friends’ babies. Makes me excited! And the other children are getting more and more excited to meet him. I can’t wait!
So, in summary: pray for his health, children are excited about the new baby, I feel bigger than I apparently am (that can’t be a good thing for the future), I feel comparatively less sick, however considerably still sick (makes sense, right?), I’ve gained minimally this time, and… I feel old. Oh, and I feel completely bonded now (such a relief) and so excited to hold him before long.
Sweet baby, we’re so excited about you!
