I know, this post is way late. Most of you already know we're expecting baby #3 on December 31, 2014! What a great way to end the year (or start a new year?). We're very excited!
I am currently 13 weeks and inching my way out of the yucky, pukey, I-hate-all-smells stage. I'm taking Zofran to keep food down, but even so, my appetite is still a bit fickle. Some days I feel like I can eat anything and am able to have a real dinner with the family. Other days I'm downing vitamin water and snacking on crackers. I've lost a little over 10 lbs. It's all good though. Aspen's pregnancy was much harder (I had lost almost 20 lbs at this point in my pregnancy with her). Plus I know the nausea won't last forever.
Toby's my sensitive little man. If he sees me cover my mouth, he knows I'm going to throw-up and instantly brings me a bowl. Aspen just likes to stare at me while I throw up. Good times. Both of them have been pretty patient with my crazy hormones, too. More than once Toby has said, "So when people get pregnant, they get mad a lot, huh?" Yikes. Sadly, my fuse is much shorter this time around. :(
Nick has been incredibly helpful and a good sport during the weeks of queasiness. On his days off, he'll take the kids on outings, tackle the piles of dishes and laundry, and cook dinner outside on my bad days. Oh and and go get me whatever food I'm craving at that particular moment (veggie sushi, pineapple, chips and salsa). I married a keeper.
Nick is also pretty set on NOT finding out the gender with this babe - but I'm still on the fence. Even though we are set for a boy or girl (and excited to have either), I just don't know if I can wait! We have a couple more months to figure out what we wanna do.
Despite the rough first few months, I am ecstatic to be mom again. I find it a huge blessing to not only get pregnant so quickly, but to be able to have a normal pregnancy (so far, anyway). I know many aren't so fortunate and on the hard days I try to remind myself of that. Hooray for normal!
Next week, Nicholas gets his tonsils taken out. OUCH! I've heard that's a brutal recovery as an adult. Wish us luck!