In the spirit of this being my blog, and knowing that if anything were to happen I'd be blogging about it, I am sharing my news. So, several weeks ago I started feeling sick. We have been so lucky this year, we really haven't been sick at all which is really saying something considering the number of people who live in this house. I figured we were due, and wasn't too worried about it. You already know where this is going don't you!?!?!? A few weeks later, I really wasn't feeling any better. Suspicious, I took a pregnancy test. Positive! What??!?!??! Yeah. Ben is 13 months old today, and I am 8 weeks, 4 days pregnant. Due September 25. I am still nursing Ben at least 6 times a day, sometimes as much as 8 times. Apparently I have become Miss Fertile at some point over the last 2 years, after about 5 years of being Miss Infertile. There have been some moments of panicking, like when I called my mom because I was so scared to tell Brian because I thought ...
I am not a good actress. I am also not what I would call socially graceful. I sometimes am too outspoken, especially in what I view as "business" relationships (which includes service providers in the boys' case). With "friends" and many times family, I am too passive. Sometimes I don't like the person that other people see as "me" and I feel like what I see myself as and what they see do not match up. And sometimes it goes the other way - people think I'm way better than I know I am. Isn't that interesting? It's hard to find balance. I am hoping that with some sort of break from the kids that I can have some more adult time, like spend some more time with my friends, maybe go to coffee once a week or something, you know what I mean? And also spend more time in the Bible and more time with God. Sometimes I feel like I'm just in my own little world and I think it makes me not be so great of a person. Or at least, it doesn't m...
Before I worry all of you, I want to let you know that at 5:24 a.m. on Thursday, January 17th, I gave birth to a 3 pound baby boy. He is healthy and doing awesome so far. I was exactly 29 weeks into my pregnancy. This is my birth story. The evening of the 15/16th I was having some contractions. Nothing too crazy though. The morning of the 16th I complained to Brian that every time I moved in bed I had a contraction. After what happened last week (having contractions, went to L&D, nothing was wrong) I just assumed it was basically the same. The 16th was my 30th birthday. I felt pretty crappy all day. I assumed I was either starting to get sick (since my 3 little ones had been sick) or else that my body was working hard to fight off the sickness. I went to the Social Security Office to request new SS cards for the kids, came home and took a nap, and swept and mopped the kitchen floor. That was pretty much all I did, other than making dinner and general kid ta...
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