:: I am a sucker for a cute pair of socks. And being pregnant and wearing the same three maternity shirts over and over and over, gosh it seems reasonable to splurge $2.50 for a cute pair of argyles at Target, especially if they match one of those said maternity tops.
:: I had to
lean over to get a picture of my socks. That big roundish blur is my huge belly.
:: I just finished eating an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food. There is another pint of Java Chip waiting in the freezer for another day soon. When I am pregnant, I eat as much ice cream as I want, and I don't feel badly about it. That big roundish blur would be there ice cream or not.
:: I think pregnant women are adorable. At times when I haven't been pregnant and saw pregnant women, it was always with a huge dose of nostaglia about how great it is to be pregnant.
:: I must have selective memory about being pregnant. Because until today I completely forgot about the incredible back aches that have accompanied me during the third trimester of all of my pregnancies. The back aches alone warrant the ice cream.
(See confession #2.)
:: When my first child was born, I was delighted to learn that while in the hospital you could eat as much pudding as you wanted. That was great news, I love pudding, even though in every day life I really never eat pudding.
:: With the positive pregnancy tests of my second, third and fourth children, the immediate thought has always been
"oh, another sweet baby." My very next thought has always been,
always,
"as much pudding as I want, yum!"
:: I am tired. All. The. Time. Okay, if these are confessions, I need to be accurately honest. I am tired 93% of the time. There are eight or nine minutes around 10:30 a.m. that I feel pretty darn good.
:: People keep telling me it's no surprise I am tired, I already have three kids that I am mothering. I think I am tired because I am 40 years old.
:: I am fine with being pregnant at 40. As a matter of fact, it can be downright humorous when you are categorized as "elderly multigravida" on all of your medical documentation.
:: The
Bradley Method of Childbirth rocks. Even when it doesn't go quite as you've prepared, everything about it rocks.
:: Breastfeeding rocks. And those first few days with a new nursling are simply magical. Amazing how they know just what to do, and my body does too.
:: If my mathematical estimates are accurate, by the time baby number four is done breastfeeding, I will have nursed babies for over 10 years. Straight. Yep, I'm a tandem nurser. That is over a decade of breastfeeding my friends. That is alot of breastfeeding. That is alot of milk.
:: Being pregnant while already having older children is an adventure all its own. The baby, well really my belly, gets hugged throughout the day. I've been able to have in-depth conversations on how the baby comes out of my body, the amazing attributes of the placenta, and that, yes, the baby can hear you talking. There is an excitement that comes with each question about how soon? what about this name? can I feel the baby kick? Yep, the excitement is definitely up a notch this time around. And no, I don't think we will consider any names of Lego Ninja characters.
:: It is at about this point in my pregnancy when I don't just feel pregnant, but feel like I have a constant companion. I love that feeling. I am never lonely. I think that also explains some moments of feeling a bit alone once the baby is actually born.
:: Even with the back aches, being pregnant is pretty great.
:: This time around I plan on eating two pudding cups every hour I am at the hospital. One chocolate and one vanilla.
:: And I will likely order four with each meal.