I am going to preface this by saying I am in no way implying with this post that BB4 is anything but wanted, loved, and planned for. That said...
This pregnancy is weird.
There have been several times I have forgotten I am pregnant. Really. And I feel bad about forgetting.
I am currently just hanging out between the "I want to vomit 24/7 and/or hibernate" stage and the "OMGoodness this child moves and wiggles non-stop/I look like a giant blimp" stage.
I call this stage the "I look like I could either be pregnant or have had a big lunch" stage. Or the "my clothes fit funny and I cry about it" stage. Perhaps I could also call it the "I want to eat weird stuff sometimes but mostly I feel normal (as in not preggo)" stage.
No matter what I call it, at this particular point, I am feeling kind of disconnected from the whole idea of being pregnant.
Maybe because I am chasing a toddler and running around with two school age kids? Or because we don't know boy or girl yet? Or because I don't have the time to lay on the couch, head phones on the belly, playing a variety or music for little bebe to wiggle to?
Life, right now, can't revolve around the belly as much as it did when I was pregnant with Matt. Or Nic. Even with Em.
It makes me wonder, is this a 4th baby thing? Are my mind/body so accustomed to being pregnant that it is no longer a hugely consuming thing?
It isn't that I am not excited or not ever thinking about bebe. I am pretty sure Andy is on the verge of major frustration over picking out names. And I have so many ideas on how I want the nursery once we find out boy or girl (no unisex themes for this kiddo). And I am excited to go through Em's clothes and either sort them all organized for new baby's use or send them on to a friend to use for her sweet one. A friend from church just had the bittiest little cute sweet baby and I got all giddy trying to imagine what my little one is going to look like. So the excitement is there. And the love. So much love for this little one.
Just not the constant preoccupation.
Yet?
This pregnancy is weird.
There have been several times I have forgotten I am pregnant. Really. And I feel bad about forgetting.
I am currently just hanging out between the "I want to vomit 24/7 and/or hibernate" stage and the "OMGoodness this child moves and wiggles non-stop/I look like a giant blimp" stage.
I call this stage the "I look like I could either be pregnant or have had a big lunch" stage. Or the "my clothes fit funny and I cry about it" stage. Perhaps I could also call it the "I want to eat weird stuff sometimes but mostly I feel normal (as in not preggo)" stage.
No matter what I call it, at this particular point, I am feeling kind of disconnected from the whole idea of being pregnant.
Maybe because I am chasing a toddler and running around with two school age kids? Or because we don't know boy or girl yet? Or because I don't have the time to lay on the couch, head phones on the belly, playing a variety or music for little bebe to wiggle to?
Life, right now, can't revolve around the belly as much as it did when I was pregnant with Matt. Or Nic. Even with Em.
It makes me wonder, is this a 4th baby thing? Are my mind/body so accustomed to being pregnant that it is no longer a hugely consuming thing?
It isn't that I am not excited or not ever thinking about bebe. I am pretty sure Andy is on the verge of major frustration over picking out names. And I have so many ideas on how I want the nursery once we find out boy or girl (no unisex themes for this kiddo). And I am excited to go through Em's clothes and either sort them all organized for new baby's use or send them on to a friend to use for her sweet one. A friend from church just had the bittiest little cute sweet baby and I got all giddy trying to imagine what my little one is going to look like. So the excitement is there. And the love. So much love for this little one.
Just not the constant preoccupation.
Yet?
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