Growing Pains

So I am estimating that I am about 7 weeks pregnant (I go to the dr. next week, we’ll see what they say) and I am already having some growing pains.  But these are more of the HUNGER PAIN variety.  I am hungry all. the. time!

In a funny ironic twist, pregnancy tiredness has contributed to me sleeping better than usual (yay!!), that is, until I am awoken around 3 a.m. with HUNGER PAINS!

A middle-of-the-night bowl of cereal is quickly becoming a staple. Lucky Charms and Chocolate Cheerios are my current faves.  I find both to be magically delicious, as chocolate = marshmallows on the tasty magical scale.  But anyhoo!

I eat my snack, and then it takes me awhile to fall back to sleep, even after my belly is satiated.

It’s a vicious cycle!

I haven’t been pregnant in four years, and I’d kind of forgotten about this.  The hunger is kind of running my life right now (which is preferable to the vomiting which will surely be running it in a couple weeks. Ergh.)  Whereas I used to pretty much skip lunch every day, my lunches are now carefully planned and greedily consumed.  As is my afternoon snack, and sometimes, my second breakfast.  Don’t be too alarmed, though, I am actually eating much HEALTHIER than usual, too!  Since I fully expect to begin puking my guts out before too long, I want to get all the healthy calories into my body that I can.  (You know, in addition to the Mountain Dew I need to function.)

So, that’s where I’m at!  My little sesame-seed baby is already eating me out of house and home.  And bed!!

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Three is A Magic Number

A few months ago, when I wrote this post about the struggle I was having knowing whether or not Bobby and I were “done” having kids, reader Liz wrote this comment:

Somebody once told me you’ll always regret not having a child, but you will never regret a child you have…

Those words have stuck with me.

Which is part of the reason that when I called Emily the other day and she said, “What’s up?” and I said, “Um, you know how I’ve always said I’ll probably have an unplanned pregnancy because I’m so critical of couples who do and act like they had no idea how it happened…”

I said it with much joy and laughter!

But it’s true!

Bobby and I are thrilled to announce that we are expecting our third baby.  We’re gonna have THREE kids!!  THREE!!  And you know what the wise sages of School House Rock say:  Three is a magic number.  Yes, it is!  It’s a magic number!

We gave away all our baby stuff long ago.  I gave away all my maternity clothes.  We don’t know where we’re gonna put this kid.  I can’t fit three car seats in my car.  I had even told my pregnant cousin Anna that she could have my crib – the last baby thing we have.  Oops!  (Sorry, Annie.  I’ll make it up to you!  By having a BFF for your baby!)

But that doesn’t matter.  It’s all going to be awesome.

Bobby and I have been walking around grinning and shaking our heads at each other for the past couple of days.  We really can’t believe it.  A big surprise, not part of “the plan”, but we are sooooo happy & thankful for this new gift that God has given us.

I can’t believe it!!!! Can you??

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The Big Six

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Six years ago today, I was 40 weeks pregnant, one day shy of my due date, miserable, giant, ready to give birth, but not ready at all. I had no idea what I was in for, as far as giving birth or as far as being a parent. All I knew was that I was ready to hold my baby in my arms. Ready to not waddle, lumber, pant, ache, hurt. Ready to not just be a mother but to mother.

I would have to wait three more days to hold my baby in my arms. When my due date came and went without any action, I was discouraged, to say the least. But by the next evening I was in the hospital, and finally the morning after that I held my sweet boy in my arms.

When he was a baby, I would say to him many, many, many times, “Oh, Joshua, I hope you always love me as much as you do now.” I knew I would love him, though I couldn’t imagine how much. But what surprised me, what I hadn’t expected, was how much he loved me. He has taught me so much about unconditional love. And he still does. When I mess up, when I speak too harshly to him, get mad over little things, he is so quick to forgive.

And now he will be six. He is thriving in kindergarten. He is excited about Hot Wheels, Lego Racers, and Super Mario Brothers. He has a best friend.

And in many ways, I still don’t know what I’m in for. But I get to be Joshua’s mom, so it doesn’t really matter.

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