The Baby Documentation

I am tired. And when I say tired, I mean TIRED. I’m getting plenty of sleep at night, that’s not the problem. It’s when I look at how busy we are going to be in the next few months, that I think I’M TIRED. June is proving to be a busy month already and with events lined up every weekend through the fourth of July, it’s exhausting just to think about. What happened to the lazy days of summer? Isn’t that an expression? Where are those days?

I feel like I haven’t really recorded anything about this pregnancy. During my pregnancy with Wyatt I made an entire scrapbook devoted to my pregnancy for God’s sake. Brooklyn’s pregnancy didn’t get a whole album, but a few pages did make it into our family album that year, and I did keep a pregnancy journal. I’m six and a half months along with this baby and really not one peep has been said anywhere.  Poor child.  Being third must stink.  So, here’s some things I’d like to note about this third (and final) pregnancy….

• Finding out the sex of this baby was an interesting experience. I still don’t know exactly how I feel about “knowing”. During the first ultrasound, the technician announced it was a boy, but could not see his heart or spine. Hmmm. Reliable? Not so sure. The second ultrasound technician found his heart and spine just fine, but could not find his “boy parts” so easily. He was telling me that he thought it was a girl, until all of a sudden, last minute he announced OH! There it is! Yep, I think it a boy! So although I know in my heart it’s a boy (my child predicting instant has proven to be quite good), I still feel like we won’t really know until he makes his arrival.

• I am struggling (still) about what do do after this baby. Three children is definitely all I think I can handle at this point, but I really don’t like my options taken away from me. It’s like I told my doctor, “When the electricity was out for 5 hours one day, all I wanted was a frickin’ piece of toast and a hot chocolate. Because I couldn’t have them.” That’s just me. Take it or leave it. I’m not so fond of people telling me I can’t or I won’t.  So tubal ligation is a problem for me. It’s permanent. And while I am quite sure that this is enough children, I hate making decisions that are so permanent like that. Nor do I really think that my uterus would be so happy to go through four cesarean sections in one lifetime. But who knows? That’s the problem – I can’t see the future.

• The previous bullet may be a non-issue. At my last ultrasound, they found out that my placenta has attached to the anterior wall of my uterus. Apparently, they are supposed to attach to the back. We won’t know until after the baby is delivered if the placenta has attached over my previous scars (from prior c-sections). If it has, the likelihood of me undergoing a hysterectomy right then and there is quite good. I’m not so sure how to feel about this either. AGAIN, no more children = probably the best idea, but no more options = makes Lisa a crazy person. Plus now I have all sorts of questions swimming around in my head about what happens if I don’t have a uterus anymore. I refuse to go online and read about this because I did this about the whole anterior placenta thing and didn’t sleep for days. THE HORROR! Don’t Google this. You’ll only find BAD details. So I am saving all my questions for my next OB visit. Oh my lucky doctor next Tuesday!

• We still don’t know where this baby is going to reside. Chris and I can NOT agree on what to do about this. Wyatt wants to share a room with someone, Brooklyn, baby or us, doesn’t really matter – but I feel like the kids are all so young and since they didn’t start out sharing rooms, they will inevitably wake each other up all the time and that wakes me up, and NO. We have a six bedroom house, this should not be so difficult.

• When I first found out that this baby was a boy, my first thought was, Oh my gosh, I’m only going to have one daughter! Chris quickly pointed out, You should be thankful you have one beautiful ,healthy one already. Point taken. And I think if it would’ve been a girl, I would have thought, Oh my gosh, I’m only going to have one son! Again, this is me. Take it or leave it.

• Once again, as with my first pregnancy, I can not stomach seafood. I love seafood. Just not now. Must be a boy thing for my body. The hormone balance must be just so when I am pregnant with boys that the sight and smell of seafood makes my stomach turn. Does this mean we are going to have another picky eater like Wyatt? I sure hope not. I’m still not sure how Wyatt survives. Does 200 calories a day from fruit snacks make a diet good enough to live on? I guess. He could be a science experiment or something.

• I am sincerely looking forward to my upcoming maternity leave. When I was on leave with Brooklyn, it was so nice having some me and baby time. The daycare asked me the other day if I was going to bring the other two to daycare when I was home with the baby. I gave them a look like, Are you crazy? YES! Mamma needs some catch up time! And get to know new baby time! Theos three months can never be replaced.

• This baby is very active. I felt him kick very early, just like my first pregnancy. With Brooklyn, I did not feel her move until about 21 weeks, and this one was right on track with Wyatt’s pregnancy – about 16 weeks. Which is funny because one of the things I read many times about the anterior placenta is that it is harder to feel baby kick, especially in the earlier weeks because there is essentially a big cushion blocking thier little kicks from being felt on my tummy.

• My bladder gets worse and worse with each subsequent pregnancy. Reason number 579 to stop having babies. I might soon be in Depends.

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