Thirty three and a third

I haven't announced it officially here - I've just kind of assumed that the three of you who might read this, also see my posts on Facebook, but just for the sake of formality - I'm preggo again. Baby Tres should be making its debut in late February of 2012.  And although it was planned, thanks to the crazy hormone stuff, I honestly wasn't sure it could happen again - had almost convinced myself it wouldn't - to the point that when the test showed positive I burst into tears.  And not exactly tears of happiness at that point - but tears of shock. SHOCK!

And also fear. F and I have always thought of 3 as our magic number when it came to procreation, always wanted 3, but put it off - I was so sick with both of the girls ("first trimester morning sickness" is such a cruel name for a nausea that lasts all day for 9 months) and then after the birth of each of them, my crazy hormones went so totally off the rails that I just couldn't face the thought of doing it again.

And then. . .Mischief just turned 6, Drama will be 10 in a few weeks - it seemed like we'd waited to the point where we were second guessing that magic number.  Could we really go back to diapers and sleepless nights? Was I ready to bid farewell to my waistline while spending my days sprawled out on the floor of the bathroom using the toilet as a pillow?

No one is ever really ready. Not for the first. Not for the second (though you tell yourself you know whats coming and are prepped - its always different). And I guess this time we still won't be ready.  We have plans to get ready of course.

We'll finish the basement.
Replace the flooring in what will become the nursery
Save money so I can stay home a full 12 weeks this time (I'm not entirely sure how #1 and #2 work with #3)

But I'm already ready. Ready for the nausea to truly end. Ready for my energy to return. Ready for my emotions to even out.

Yesterday marked the beginning of week 14. The official end of the first trimester. I'm one-third of the way through this pregnancy. Thirty-three and a third percent.

Ready or not. . .time is flying through, and looking at my upcoming project schedule with work, and Drama's birthday and finding out the gender, and then its Halloween and then its Thanksgiving and then its Christmas and then. . .its practically here.

So I'm trying to not be too ready - willing the days to go by any faster than they already will - even though I hope to feel better as I progress.  I'm trying to remind myself to enjoy the time now. Cherish the tummy. Cherish the pampering from F. Cherish the little excited questions from the little excited voices of my children.

Although in all honestly - right now - I'm cherishing naps. And food that stays down.