It has been brought to my attention (thanks, Katie) that I have not posted in two months. I think that is about right, as I am now…10+ weeks preggers with #3. I know that I may be jinxing myself for putting it out on the web that I am with child, but since I am already sticking out of my pants and my boobs are popping out of all sides of my bra, there is not much denying it anymore.
So the past 2 months have been mostly wrought with fatigue, nausea, bitchiness, horribly disturbing dreams, moodiness, irrationality and cursing the damn skinny jeans I bought one week before I found out I was pregnant. I am also living in fear that I am having twins. There is no rational reason for this fear (see irrationality as a symptom of said pregnancy) other than that I already had a bump at 8 weeks, my friend says she is having twin dreams, my stepfather keeps wishing twins on me, and other people have seen me and have said something to the effect of “hmm, maybe you’re having twins.” Oh, and my SIL had twins last year (along with a horrifying TTTS experience) and I have twin aunts. And the nagging feeling that my pretty picture of 3 kids and NOT having to buy the freaken minivan everyone says I will need seems too gift-wrapped and perfectly bundled to come true. And the idea of having 4 kids under the age of 4 scares the holy freaking crap out of me. Other than that, no rational reason for my fear. Did I mention that I am sometimes a pessimist?
For the most part, I am starting to feel better (most days) as long as I stay away from things that smell like broccoli, feet, coffee or vino – mainly Tony (Bwahaha!). And from people who tell me that I am going to have twins.