Second Trimester: Holy Mother of Pearl!

Second Trimester: Holy Mother of Pearl!

I’m getting into the heart of my second trimester and the date of my 20-week ultrasound is almost here!  Just a few days away now.  I’m hoping for a girl this time so that we can complete the boy-girl-boy pattern that we’ve started.  Actually, the main reason I’m thinking a girl would be good is that we’ve already picked the only boy names that we can actually agree about for the boys we already have!  At least there are more girl choices since we only have one daughter!  And, really, don’t we already have enough testosterone in the house?  Conversation always seems to come back to farting.  Why do I need more of that in my life? In all honesty, it is true, what everyone says:  “We don’t care what it is as long as it’s healthy.”  I really do feel that way, even though it would rock to have another girl!  Lila would be beside herself!  I guess we’ll know in another four days.

My Three Kids

My Three Kids

People keep asking me if I’m excited about this pregnancy.  I know the “right” response is “YES!”  But in all honesty, I’m actually quite scared  and overwhelmed about it.  I can’t  imagine how I’ll be able to keep arguments between four, yes four, siblings at bay.  I can’t imagine how I’m going to be able to give any of my kids the one-on-one attention they deserve.  I can’t imagine how I’m going to have the energy to potty train my 22-month-old who seems totally ready to do so.  Wow, it takes way too much energy to potty train a kid.  How quickly one forgets!  I can’t imagine how much food and milk these now-small-but-growing-quickly people will consume…they’re already eating machines.  I can’t imagine when we’ll ever be able to go to a restaurant without having to pack bibs and sippy cups.  I can’t imagine the day when we can just get in the car with suitcases and a few toys to go on vacation without 73 extra items like boxes of diapers and wipes, strollers, and a pack-n-play.

Don’t get me wrong…carrying a baby is the most miraculous experience that anyone can ever have.  While I know men could never handle all of the fun hormonal side effects and the pain that comes along with the whole thing, I feel sorry for them that they will never know what awesome experiences pregnancy, labor, and birth are.  But nine months just seems so long!  I love summer–there’s nothing better than having daylight until 10:00 at night, running around in shorts, taking walks, gardening, reading a book outside, and spending time at the cottage.

But come on, who can enjoy any of these things in maternity support hose?  I mean, really, think about it.  This spring, I’ve already had the pleasure of mowing the lawn in my support hose and jeans.  Because, after all, who can wear those hose with shorts?  Actually, I’ve tried, I’m mortified to say. What am I supposed to do when it’s 88 degrees and 90% humidity?  What would you do?

I know what I will do:  I will enjoy this pregnancy!  I’ll be excited to let the kids feel the baby kicking, I’ll have fun thinking about all of the names I’d love to choose but would never actually use, I’ll get teary-eyed each time I get to hear the baby’s heartbeat, and I’ll try to get to the hospital before I’ve lost my chance to have an epidural (like last time) !!