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!
Thanks for the update, love it! (I’ll pray about the Fifth Disease exposure, of course)
Had to smile about the lady giving ugly looks at the doctor’s office and how you handled it. I think I smile bigger too, and show ‘em just how happy I am. Besides, I’m quite sure that THREE isn’t that many, thankyouverymuch!
P.S. I almost said, “Holy cow, you’re already 7 months along?” but I thought you might take offense at the cow part
puh-lease – if the cow bell fits – wear it. i know, on the 3 thing. i wanna tell her, “i know people with 7, 10, and 13 kids. my 4 1/2 children aren’t a drop in the bucket. and besides, my kids on their worst day are probably better than your one kid on his spoiled judgmental mom best day. thankYOUverymuch.” but i figured that probably wouldn’t accomplish very much.
Glad everything is going good with the little one and mama! You are doing awesome with everything. I love the way you handled the situation with the rude lady. We get comments and looks all the time, it gets very annoying of course my oldest one is not acting the best most of the time, lol.
brooke – eh, let ‘em judge your oldest. their day will come. just like mine did!!
Glad to hear things are going well!
It is fun to see your progress and to hear about Bigmans sweet song! So fun!
I love your blog! Just found it today on Jimmie’s site.
I’m pregnant with baby #5, due in November, and this will make boy #4 for us as well. My oldest and only girl is 7, then my boys are 4, 2, 1 and due in Nov. You are so adorable and funny, just wanted to say hi 
So I read Meg’s comment to Mike and he said, “Only a woman who’s been pregnant before can get away with calling someone else a cow…” =) hahaha…
lookin’ gorgeous as always, of course!
Hilarious as always.
You are not big! And you are not old! Now, say that ten times a day until it sinks in.
The lady– oh, girl, that was nothing! With our last baby, one of the nurses flat out asked me what I was going to do about birth control next time. I just told her I didn’t know. No use getting into our reproductive plans with a stranger, right? Her response, “well, unless you want to end up pregnant AGAIN, you’d better have a plan this time.” (because having children must be the worst thing in the world, right?)
I almost fell to the floor.
And, like you, my kids were on their best behavior that day! If my husband had been there that day, he would have had a witty response. But my mind was just reeling…
ri.diculous, wendy. i’m amazed by the difference of having a kid-having-friendly doctor’s office (most of the docs either have more kids than i do, or are on their way to it!) when the doctor the other day was asking about all our boys and “only one girl” and how she was taking the news – i said that she was disappointed at first, but doing better now. and he said, “well, maybe your next baby will be a girl.” I almost fell to the floor!!
i need to talk to you about pergant about my baby i think something is going wrong with my