There’s really no hiding it anymore.
I’m getting huge!! All my pants won’t fit anymore. I’ve had my helper sew our own version of a “belly belt” using garter and buttons I purchased from the department store so I can still squeeze into my pants. I have decided to try getting by without buying pregnancy clothes. Instead I have opted to just allow my old leggings and tops to stretch out as I grow. My friends have also come to the rescue with their old pregnancy clothes that they let me borrow.
I’ve been hesitant to blog about my pregnancy for the past months because paranoia of something bad happening has held me back. My friend, however, talked me into sharing my joy because paranoia is such a bad frame of mind for anyone to have.
So here I am…
I really didn’t expect to get pregnant so late in the game. I was always adamant about only having 2 children and I have 2 WONDERFUL children already. Hubby S has always wanted to have 3 kids but he was gracious enough to leave the decision up to me as he said he needs to respect me for I will be the one carrying the baby, not him.
Who knew I would find myself crying at the thought of my children growing up so fast. I got to the point that as I hugged my son, I felt I didn’t want to let him go. I see how wonderful my children are and I think to myself, it couldn’t hurt to have one more. I didn’t want to keep thinking about it and regret not trying at all until it was too late, so we made a decision….
S and I agreed to try. On one condition, we only gave each other 2 months and if nothing happens then we stop trying to conceive permanently. My friends were telling me we should try for at least 6 months to give it a chance of really happening for us. We were adamant.. only 2 months of trying because time’s a ticking…I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore.
I guess God wanted it to happen because it only took us a month. We started trying March… I was pregnant by the end of the same month. The kids got so excited when they found out. If possible, their excitement probably even surpasses S‘s excitement.
So far, I’ve been lucky. I’ve been spared a lot of the extreme discomforts most women go through. I am still able to find enough energy to go about my daily tasks and exercise regularly but I usually end the day with a sigh of relief that I can put my feet up and rest.
The baby has started moving around a lot and I find myself counting the movements in quiet moments. I wonder a lot about how I will deal with this new addition to our family. I know our lives will completely change once more. It truly is a blessing that I hope we will all handle with grace.
I hope I will be worthy (and muster up enough energy) to be a mother the third time around.