Saturday - 12.8.12
This week I thought I'd just write about some of my fears, tears and not so fun parts of being pregnant, but some good stuff too. Let's start with that, the good. Even though this is my third pregnancy, feeling the baby move still trips me out and puts me in awe. Apparently I only make wild children because she kicks, flips and lord knows what else she doing in there. Really though she just never sits still, great! Just what I need another kid that wiggles more then "The Wiggles"! My husband is still dying to feel it and denies that it's happening because she doesn't do it for him! The White Rabbit got to see her move before he did. Could be though because she's pregnant too, so she knows what to expect.
I haven't decided what I'm going to call her on my blog yet, all the good Alice in Wonderland names are taken, plus I name my family members by who they are most like. Guess I'll just have to wait until I meet her, something will come to me. For now I call her "The Bun." I have a few real name I love but of course my husband thinks I'm nuts when it comes to naming my kids. I like different, unique name. And he's in no way any help when it comes to coming up with names, everything he suggest is a joke name like "Boomfreaka" and "Shanay nay"! Yes come here little Boomfreaka.
I'm terrified of having three kids. As it is having my daughter was a real reality check. It had been me and my son for so long that I forgot what it was like having a toddler. Now I will be dealing with three different stages of life and it's quite intimidating. I know I will get through it, I have a great support system. Seeing as my life has always been extreme chaos, I don't know how to handle normal chaos. But I guess I do, people who don't have kids come over and with a terrified look on their faces ask me "How do you deal with this day in and day out?" Honestly? I don't know, we just do.
I feel like being pregnant has gotten me out of so many of my routines, I was already fighting so hard to start them up again with the start of school. Now I have a pulled muscle in my leg and have to "take it easy" according to my doctor. Taking it easy isn't, well easy! Especially when you have a three year old. I use to be so good about scheduling my dinners, having laundry done and keeping my house clean. Then I got pregnant. Clean house, what's that? Clean laundry, that happens? Dinner, you mean you don't want McDonalds again? (Ugh not that I really do McDonalds)
I've said it before and now that this is my third time I know it's true. I just don't enjoy being pregnant. I enjoy certain things about it and the miracle that is happening. But over all I'm just a miserable pregnant woman. I very much enjoy babies, newborn till about 2 is my favorite age. I envy the women that just love it and wonder how they can enjoy it so much. Oh well, to each their own. I'm just counting down the days til I meet my sweet baby girl and that's all that matters.