…is not officially over until Friday, but that’s close enough.
…has been filled with days upon days of nausea, but still not bad enough to claim to have had it “bad.”
…has resulted in a respectable three pound weight gain.
…has been (to use a worn-out phrase) an emotional roller coaster.
…has completely sapped any ounce of energy that remained in my body after my other three children.
…has given me my first ever phone call from an OB to tell me that something might be wrong. **Had some bleeding in the placenta that appears to be healed now, and a possibility of a cyst on the umbilical cord that we will check more closely with another ultrasound next month. He said not to be concerned, so I have put that out of my mind for now.
…has found me, the ever-wanting-your-approval girl, feeling the need to apologize for having another kid right now to just about everyone. Well, I’m not doing that anymore. I will rejoice in this pregnancy and be thankful for it and excited about it–when I’m not scared of it. (That sounds kind of so-there-ish, didn’t mean for it to, just preaching to myself.)
…finds my maternity clothes still safely in the attic, but getting very close to coming down and getting pulled out of the box.
…finds me wondering what in the world I’m going to wear come summer. My only summer baby was close to the beginning of the summer and I only had a few summer things to last the rest of that pregnancy, but this one will go all the way to September, and I don’t know if two pairs of shorts and one skirt is really going to be quite adequate.
…has made me realize that I may be one of the only ladies from the class of 98 who is not stressing out about getting skinny before our ten year reunion this summer (although I have been thinking I would try to work with my weights and tone my arms up some).
…has made me absolutely thrilled, even when the doubts and fears come, to be again a part of that exclusive camaraderie of pregnant women.
…has made me realize that right now, more than any other time in my life, I must live on faith in my God, and eager to see how He is going to work in the next few months.
Three months down, little baby. Six to go. You be nice to me, and I’ll be nice to you. I love you already and I can’t wait to see what dimension you’re going to add to our already colorful family.