Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Realities of Pregnancy

I haven't really given much thought the impending arrival of Baby #3. I'm sure to some that sounds really flip, untrue, or perhaps like I am a pretty terrible parent.

The truth is that I know this baby will demand so much time and attention when it arrives that I want and need to focus all of that on my kids that are here, live and in the flesh and actually verbalizing their needs (like the BUNNY water, not the cow water. Do NOT bring me the cow water).

So many people have asked me if we have names figured out. No. No we do not. We barely have thought about it. Nate will randomly throw names at me every once in a while and I can't even process the thought of it. So.....we just sort of pretend this baby doesn't need a name. For the first 2 we had names 100% decided upon before going to the hospital. I am sort of thinking instead of name, we will be bringing a name book, or app so we can decide once we are holding the baby.

Have no fear--this baby has a way of making sure I am not totally forgetting about it. From insane acrobatics every night at about 9:45PM to the quite large and in charge belly, I am definitely aware that I am, in fact, pregnant.

Probably the most painful reminder (visually and physically) are these amazingly beautiful vericose veins that have come with each pregnancy. I have one from each pregnancy. And of course, the one I got with Matilda is absolutely gigantic now as it has had three pregnancies to flourish. They hurt my eyes, and they hurt my legs.

And after this morning, you can add my ego to that list.....

I walked downstairs in a dress, and hadn't put my tights on yet. (because lets be honest at 8.5 months pregnant you wait to pull on those suckers until the last minute).

I'm standing next to the table, and Tillie is on the ground coloring. She looks up and says:
 "Ew, Mama, what is that?"
"Well Tillie, that is a vein"
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes"
"It's warm!"
"Yup. I have one on this leg too" (turning to show her the really bad one)
"NOT GOOD, Mama. Not good, mama. You need an ice pack"

At which point she goes to freezer, wraps the ice pack in a towel and follows me around the house applying an ice pack to my leg.

So, any hope that these suckers aren't noticeable is completely gone. Time to embrace them (and also hope they go down after this baby arrives!).

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I say do the dart board trick for naming Baby H 3...unless you still are considering Clotilda!!!!

dad

Anonymous said...

Ya need to tatoo a head of an alien on the vein and then you can flex your muscle and freak kids out. Ya got some lemons make ye some lemonade. How about the name Pi. Just think of the teachers is "3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307..." here and present in class?
Uncle Todd