There is something profoundly exhausting about being pregnant with two small children. Yes, Little d is five, but I consider her small in that she's not driving and running errands for me. And Little m has enough energy for all of us...and then some.
I am much more out of shape and older this time around. With Little d's pregnancy I was still walking on the treadmill (insert hearty laugh here) at this point in the pregnancy and...let me check my book...yes I only weighed SIX extra pounds. Are you kidding me? I think I weighed SIX extra pounds before the test turned blue this time. And at this point, I'm the one turning blue, gasping for air just doing simple tasks like...telling a story to my BFF on the phone or walking halfway up the stairs.
Okay let's talk about the weight gain for a minute. Now I am one of those people who HATE to hear a pregnant woman say she is fat. I mean I really hate it. That being said, I am afraid that this time I will go well over the recommended weight gain. I mean well over. Which I can deal with but I just know how frustrating that will be once the baby is born. (Okay not right away, but like six months down the road.) I plan on breastfeeding and if you've ever done that you know that dieting (or even just curbing what you eat) while breastfeeding is cruel and unusual punishment. I mean breastfeeding hunger is like pregnancy hunger magnified with a good helping of sleep deprivation thrown in. And besides that, it's not healthy for the baby. So, as with pregnancy, the only restrictions I will follow is no caffeine, medications, and alcohol. (I don't drink, but you would be surprised how many really good salad dressings have wine in them. And that's how anal I am about following the no alcohol rule!)
Stress. This time around I stress about things way out of my control, like H1N1. But I'm also stressing about building the house or rather, not building the house. About Little d starting school next year. About politics. About the economy. You name it, and I've probably broken down in tears about it at some point.
Varicose veins. They're not just for legs anymore.
Here's something funny. I told my husband (during the summer I was preggo with Little m) "next time you're knocking me up in the winter." He dutifully complied, God bless him. And guess what? Turns out that being hot and pregnant is just as miserable as being cold and pregnant. Good news is I have a cousin who passed on several pairs of blue jeans so I don't have the headache of short-shopping this time around with the bonus of not jean shopping either!
This time around I'm in new territory. Neither my mom, or my best friend, or really anyone else I know well have more than two kids. So that leaves me charting the path to mommyhood-with-three on my own. Dragging everyone along with me for the ride!
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Mere, I have three and I did survive. One thing you may notice is that items like placemats come in sets of 4. Lots of things come in 4 and not 5. Get away packages - hotel stays etc... Oh, and when you go anywhere you only have two hands for holding. When I eventually get the teenage boy living in my house on his own, making a living I will consider my parenting skills successful.
Have a merry christmas.
That is too funny. I gained 42 pounds with my first one... 41 pounds with my second one. BOTH times I lost every single pound within six months of their birth. With baby #3 I gained over 60 pounds and I'm still walking around carrying 30 of those pounds two years later! lol.
I think the hardest part of being pregnant with two for me was just not having the energy to do much of anything with the first two, all I wanted to do was sleep, or sit, or lay down.
Hang in there you skinny minny!!!
The trouble with 3 is you are suddenly outnumbered as parents...they realize they have the upper hand and then they attack!!
Tomorrow will we know if little S is a boy or girl???? Woohoo
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