Before we had even told the littles, Claire was going on and on for weeks about her baby brother. It was around Halloween and Claire was getting upset that we hadn't gotten her baby brother a costume yet because he obviously needed one right that second. She talked about teaching her baby brother to ride a bike, and being excited to read to him, and all kinds of things. It freaked me out.
Since then, she's switched and she's expecting a baby sister. Aoife is on team blue. We'll find out early Feb, and until then we'll just let them duke it out. (For the record, Ross and I don't have a preference.) Let's be honest, we wouldn't even know what to do with a boy at this point.
It's been a rough few months. Every pregnancy is different for me and this one is no different. It was the earliest I've been sick. I took a test and the next day took the girls to play at the park. Girls and I were swinging and then I tossed my cookies. It came fast and furious and hasn't left yet. For a while anything apple or apple flavored was out, but now as long as they're granny smith apples, I'm in. I can't get enough orange juice. I love spicy and sour and there was one week I went to Chipotle 4 times and ate 5 burritos. Yes, that means one of those times I ate TWO. Often I'll walk into the kitchen and turn around and walk right back out. Poor Ross has been left to scavenge and the girls are eating anything they can get themselves: cheese sticks, fruit, bread, yogurt... Queen of nutrition and mother of the year right here.
The first few phone conversations with Dr, I had requested meds to help. It's really hard working with people when you're gagging all over yourself. Apparently there is a big lawsuit out over it so no doctor in the network will prescribe it. I did ask if I could sign a waiver and get it anyway, I figured all 3 of mine turned out okay with it, right? She said no, but at least she thought I was funny?
It has also been the most uncomfortable pregnancy thus far. (Yes, I'm well aware the babe only weighs an ounce or so right now, but still. I feel like my body kind of went, "Oh, we're pregnant? I got this! *POOF* Insta-belly." Sleeping is awful and I just feel massive.
We switched insurances earlier this spring, but the high risk specialists are with our current insurance. (Woo hoo!) I wasn't sure if I'd be sent to them right away, so I called and just had the gal put me with whatever OB. She's pretty great. Right now I'm just supposed to take it as easy as possible. I start shots to keep the babe in (my favorite) in 2 1/2 weeks. They're the same as last time, I'll go in every week for those. At 20 weeks I'll start going to the high risk specialists, too. I guess they're the best with ultrasounds, so they'll be monitoring me to make sure the shots are working and my body isn't trying to get the babe out now. I'm a really fun one.
We're super excited. And terrified. Claire and Aoife make the best worst destructive team. From sneaking out of their rooms and destroying my make up, to decorating their room with wrapping paper and ribbon galore, and Aoife's poop strike, I'm a little nervous to give Tiegan a partner in crime and create another partnership. It'll be awesome. We just ordered another bunk bed set and I'm pretty pumped about it.
Girls are excited and Claire often pokes my stomach and yells, "Mom! I can see the baby in your belly!" I don't have the heart to tell her it's mostly just squish, but if y'all could just hand me some orange juice and tell me I'm pretty, I'll love you forever. Technically I'm due at the end of June, but I'm expected to pop in May. It'll be different having a baby when there isn't snow out (hopefully) and it'll probably be warm enough to go out and do things with the newest nugget! Bring on the crazy.
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