a few remarks on pregnancy and what not

38 Weeks

I know that I haven't done a very good job of documenting this pregnancy. At all. I think there are about...four photos of my tummy. And that's allowing that someone somewhere may have taken a picture that I'm not aware of. So, here is a quick sum up of the last 38 weeks.


38 weeks with Baby Girl


38 weeks with the twins (this is right before we got into the car to go and be induced because they were late (37 weeks is full for twins). Just a little perspective for you). I was about 10 centimeters bigger. I was extremely uncomfortable.

First trimester: I was extremely food and smell sensitive, which is something I didn't experience with the boys. I couldn't even think of breaded chicken, something I love, without getting queasy. The smell of garlic, something else I love, almost made me sick all over our stove (luckily not, because I wouldn't have been able to cook on there again). For several weeks I carried a large hunk of ginger around in my pocket to smell, for when I got queasy. But I only got "sick" a few times. One of which being a memorable trip to Costco. And I was tired. Tired in a way that I could feel in my bones. I slept for very long periods on the couch and the boys watched way too much TV. I guessed, correctly, that it she is a girl and there is only one.

Second trimester: Awesome. Besides some general tiredness, I was almost a normal person. Zach makes pasta for practically every dinner because I'm too tired by that time and he is too busy for anything more elaborate. He is awesome.

Third Trimester: Bleh. I've gotten big enough and swollen enough and awkward enough that I feel generally miserable. All this is accompanied by fits of energy that make me scrub our cupboards and vacuum all the baseboards and sew ruffles on onsies. And then collapse in a heap afterwards. Everyone keeps telling me how cute I look, but I don't feel cute at all. And my back hurts a lot. And everything else, too. I am both super excited to meet her and feel extremely unprepared to go back to the baby days, which are all a bit of a blur with the boys. I'm glad we took pictures.


A picture Sam drew for me of our family

You may be wondering how the boys are handling all this impending change. Well, they could not possibly be happier. They kiss my belly and say hello and ask her what she is doing. They talk about what she will do and what they will help her to learn (laughing is a big one). I don't know how their expectations will match up with reality, but to be fair, I don't know that about my own expectations, so that's pretty standard.


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