Baby #4
So, tomorrow is the big day. We find out the gender of #4. Almost everyone I know is thinking we are on team blue this time around. Every old wives tale (heart rate is 143), every gimmick, the Chinese gender chart (I'm 3 for 3) all point to boy, which leads me to believe that it will be a girl. I will obviously love either, but to have another boy? To be even? 2 of each? I would be over the moon thrilled. Jack has been asking for me to "get a baby in my belly and make a brother for him" for quite some time...how much of a Super Mom would I be if I could make that happen? I'd rock. For real.
Pregnancy wise, I've been feeling a bit better. The overwhelming, all day nausea has subsided considerably. I still dry heave like it's my job, and smells are still my number one enemy, but all in all, it's not that bad. I'm still tired all of the time,have round ligament syndrome like whoa, and I'm noticing many more Braxton Hicks contractions and cramping. My doctor just looked and me with a look that very clearly said, "don't start this again" and told me to keep an eye on things. He simply stated that this is just how my body handles pregnancy. Dear Body, thanks, ya jerk. I'm so envious (and a little resentful, if I'm being honest) of those who enjoy being pregnant, and who can do it without an issue. I do not enjoy it. I enjoy parts of it, like feeling the baby move, and knowing that I'm growing a human, and obviously the outcome, but other than that...no thank you. My hair falls out, I can't move without a stabbing pain in one of my sides, my back is out more than it's in, and it's just not fun! I feel that pregnancy is often held in the same regard as sunshine and rainbows and cute little puppy dogs. Yes, miracle is miraculous, but I'm over it.
Oh well, enough complaining. I'm sure not everyone feels this way. Kudos to you if you don't.
I will be announcing the gender, via blog, tomorrow. Send healthy vibes our way!!
Pregnancy wise, I've been feeling a bit better. The overwhelming, all day nausea has subsided considerably. I still dry heave like it's my job, and smells are still my number one enemy, but all in all, it's not that bad. I'm still tired all of the time,have round ligament syndrome like whoa, and I'm noticing many more Braxton Hicks contractions and cramping. My doctor just looked and me with a look that very clearly said, "don't start this again" and told me to keep an eye on things. He simply stated that this is just how my body handles pregnancy. Dear Body, thanks, ya jerk. I'm so envious (and a little resentful, if I'm being honest) of those who enjoy being pregnant, and who can do it without an issue. I do not enjoy it. I enjoy parts of it, like feeling the baby move, and knowing that I'm growing a human, and obviously the outcome, but other than that...no thank you. My hair falls out, I can't move without a stabbing pain in one of my sides, my back is out more than it's in, and it's just not fun! I feel that pregnancy is often held in the same regard as sunshine and rainbows and cute little puppy dogs. Yes, miracle is miraculous, but I'm over it.
Oh well, enough complaining. I'm sure not everyone feels this way. Kudos to you if you don't.
I will be announcing the gender, via blog, tomorrow. Send healthy vibes our way!!
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