Did I not tell you? — slackermama . com

My bad. I meant to post earlier and kept putting it off, and kept putting it off, and kept putting it off. And now here it is, 10:30 at night and I realized, “Hey! I never posted on my blog!” Dur. And I’m going to have a third child? Yet another being will rely on me for their wellbeing? There’s some flawed logic there, I’m sure of it.

Yep, speaking of baby, all is well in Womb Land! I had an appointment earlier today. I was amazed at how easy it was to put the worries about the appointment out of my mind. Which isn’t to say that I wasn’t worried when I would think about it. But with chasing Liam around, getting Harry up, around and ready and wondering WHY in the HECK Kile is taking so long to come out to meet me so we can go to the appointment already, I didn’t worry maybe as much as I would have otherwise.

I kept thinking about Shmear. We had an appointment in that pregnancy at 11 weeks, and everything was fine. We went back at 15 weeks and the baby was gone. Just like that. This time around, my last appointment was at 10 weeks and everything was fine. My appointment today was at 14 weeks. The similarities didn’t escape me. With Liam, we had our rental doppler by this point in the pregnancy so before I went in to my appointment with the knowledge that the baby was alive and well. Now? I was taking it on faith. That and the fact that my belly has gone BERSERK this week.

Yesterday, I thought wearing my jeans would be okay. I bitched before about these jeans and how I was now wearing the belt on the last hole. But at least they were still fitting. I just couldn’t bring myself to wear maternity jeans. I am ONLY 14 weeks here, people. So I put on the jeans and HEY, they fit. Score! And then I got MOPS and I sat down and I suddenly knew the meaning of the words PAIN and MISERY. So besides worrying about this baby having spontaneously shuffled loose it’s mortal coil, I was starting to worry that I was just getting fat and in fact not pregnant at all.

So I wasn’t at all surprised when the scale revealed that I had gained 2 pounds. 2 pounds is probably no big deal to other pregnant women, but I generally don’t gain much of anything during my entire pregnancy and was hoping to continue that trend. I’m choosing to blame the fact that the pregnancy nausea required me to eat virtually ALL the TIME. So now that the nausea is dying down, maybe I won’t have to eat every time I turn around and those 2 pounds will be history. Fingers crossed, ya’ll.

So the baby is doing great. As soon as the doc put the doppler on my belly, the heartbeat came through loud and clear. It was instantaneous. Fabulous. Everything else looks great too. She would have told me about the results of the prenatal tests except that I only just had them done yesterday. Because I take procrastination to the next level. And there was a glucose tolerance test involved and you just have to put those off as long as you can. The doc kept saying I was 10 weeks 5 days today when I’m pretty sure I’m only 10 weeks 2 days. Yeah, it’s only 3 days difference. But still. I should probably just let her tell me how far along I am and go with it, huh? So explain to me why I kept feeling the need to correct her. Doofus.

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