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Friday, February 15, 2013

This baby is still cooking.

This pregnancy has been uneventful.  That's not to say it hasn't been full of pregnancy symptoms.  

The first trimester included headaches, nausea, and  constant tiredness.  

Now that I'm in my second trimester....wait...maybe I'm in my third already.  Hold on.  According to my igoogle, I'm twenty-eight weeks along today.  That snuck up on me.  

My most notable second trimester symptoms included rib pain, stomach muscle cramps, the uncomfortable feeling that this baby might fall out if I jump, and the constant need to blow my nose.  Bloody snot every morning.    

I actually made my midwife check me to make sure I wasn't dilating.  I wasn't.  She told me I should do some keegal exercises.   Too much information, I'm sure.  I'm thankful, though, that I feel comfortable enough with my midwife to ask her silly and ridiculous questions.  Questions I could guess the answer to, but questions that nag me and tempt me to worry.  She put my worries at ease.  

I went to her house a couple of weeks ago to watch a birth movie.  One of the moms on the video said that despite it sounding arrogant, she was just so proud of herself after she delivered her daughter.  I feel the same way about my births.  I'm so darned proud of myself.  Not that a woman shouldn't be proud of herself for choosing a different path.  I hope she does.  I'm proud of myself for following MY heart, MY gut, and facing MY fears.  That being said, the movie reminded me that I have to do this again.  I'm so looking forward to it (not just the baby but the birth process), but dreading it all the same.  It's empowering and exciting.  It's uncomfortable and painful.  

One worry I'm facing is that my labor will not move as fast as it has the previous two times.  I would prefer to only have ten contractions, but, mostly, I'm worried that I'll worry something isn't going right if I labor for over an hour.  Yep, you heard that right.  I'm worried that I'll worry.  What scripture in the Bible says, "Thou shalt stop being ridiculous."?

I'm beginning to feel fully round which I would also at times describe as whale-ish.  I'm enjoying the sweet kicks that Penuly only shares with me.  No one else knows this baby like I do right now.  She is mine.  He is mine.  If only for a short while.  

And, yet, the beautiful hilarious thing is, I don't know whether it is a he or a she.  My mom and dad, father-in-law, brother, sister, friends all know that.  Even my dental assistant knows.  That makes me smile every time I think about it.  My dental hygienist knows the sex of my baby before I do.  People keep asking me if I'm tempted to look in that little envelope in my wallet.  No, I'm not.  I'm enjoying this whole silly game too much.

Look what I received for Christmas.  Sweet little art prints to hang above Penuly's crib. Check out Sadly Harmless' website.  Stephen tipped my mom off to the fact that I was wanting them.  I thought they were going to give me money towards our kitchen renovation.  These took me by surprise and made me cry.  So much of what this baby will use will be handed down from it's siblings, but it's wonderful to have just a few things bought just for THIS baby.  A new crib will soon sit under these prints in our room.  
Baby also received his first CD thanks to our friends Kelly and Jon, and I purchased a few little shirts for a newborn at Goodwill.  I got to the register and discovered they were each $2 bucks which I wasn't sure was a very good deal.  I looking forward to getting down and washing what baby clothes I have and supplementing by shopping garage sales this spring.  

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