We look so peaceful, right? Ask any of those other people at the doctor’s office that day and they’ll ask you what family this is. This is my monthly doctor’s visit and Matt had fun taking pictures of all of us through the mirror. How he caught one second of calm I have no idea. This was the visit that he ended up leaving early with all the kids because I was so completely embarrassed by the antics of my 2 year old.
And the visit that TheMiddlest got caught making faces at himself.
And the visit that confirmed my glucose levels and all other tests were completely normal. The visit that they told me I had only gained 4 pounds. And that I am cruising through all things normally.
At 25 weeks I’m finally feeling good in my second trimester. Well, as good as I’ve felt this entire pregnancy. I’m still really struggling with the acid reflux. Really struggling. After hitting the max dose of Zantac, I switched to Pepcid AC this week and it’s not touching it like the Zantac did. So, I’ll be switching back very soon. I am fully bonding with this little kicker now. Which is a huge relief for me. I’ve always bonded immediately with the others and loved nearly every day of the other pregnancies, well, nearly every day. But this has not been the case this time around. Though, getting lots of little baby clothes and paraphernalia (Hi Brooke!) has definitely helped. The last 4 weeks has been a complete turn-around for me.
Speaking of baby stuff – I will begin the toy room cleanout in preparation for a “nursery” kind of thing before too long. I say that, because we haven’t actually had a nursery since the first-born (because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?!). But I will have a queen-sized mattress in a nearly empty room with some changes of baby clothes, a dim lamp, and a diaper changing bucket. All, so that my poor working hubby can get some sleep during those early months. You know, that time when (obviously) the baby won’t be sleeping, but also in anticipation of the 2 year old that can’t seem to get into his head that we are 2 separate people, and all those other small children that have “bad dreams” and “Mama, I didn’t make it to the bathroom” and general “what’s up with that new baby that Mama’s playing with in the middle of the night”. It has turned into an all-out circus in the those wee hours after the newest one joins us, and I expect no different this time. Would be great if it were. I just don’t plan on it. So with the revolving door that is our bed I will be leaving Matt most nights to his lonesome real sleep (since his lonesome self has a real job!) and I will be sleeping on the kid end of the house. It’s a season, people. Remind me of that when I’m crying my way through no sleep in about 3 months, okay?
So, baby’s growing well, I’m getting huge (I’ll try to get a belly pic on here before long), we’re loving calling him by his real name. Matt and the kiddos have all felt him kicking now. And I’m already out of breath while doing… everything.
I’ll leave you with some of the fine words about my growing girth that the rest of the clan has uttered lately.
BigMan (regularly) “Mama, you belly’s get-tin’ bigger.”
When Matt was trying to convince all the kids to get into one buggy (just for laughs and an attempt to get everyone out the WalMart door) he asked me if I wanted to ride too. TheMiddlest was quick to say, “She would break it down if she got in.”
While showering with the 2 youngest ThePrincess said, “Mama, you hit me in the head with your belly again.”
When I attempted to sit down on the top of the pool ladder and discovered I could no longer do that TheOldest said, “Your booty’s too big. It’s bigger than every other part of you.”
When we saw the Discovery Health show “Pregnant and Obese” on the TV guide the other night, Matt asked me if I wanted to watch it.
Hardy Har Har. To all of you suckers!
