Well Isn't That Special

WHOOPS! Seems as though I haven't even turned my computer on in a week! How did that happen? Well, a combination of things: never ending illnesses, heat so stifling that just being near a hot computer was enough to start me sweating, a lot of Braxton-hicks-ing because of all the heat, and subsequently a lot of lying on the couch and taking it easy, and therefore nothing really HAPPENING that was worth blogging, unless my kids setting some kind of world record for marathon Nick Jr. watching is worth noting. MOTHER OF THE YEAR, these last few days, let me tell you. But if all that lounging and laziness has kept me from preterm labor (and it seems it has, so far) well, I call it successful parenting!

But now there is something worth noting, because WHAT THE WHAT?! According to that little ticker thingie up there, it seems that in just under two hours I will be twenty eight weeks pregnant. Entering the third trimester. You guys, there is no trimester after that. Then there is a baby, an actual human baby that lives in our house and sleeps beside my bed and nurses on me and smells like heaven (and also sometimes like puke.)

And it's so strange, because it seems like just a month or two ago it was my twenty fifth birthday, and I was miserably sick with miscarriage-inducing drugs prescribed to help my body let go of an already gone baby- a third already gone baby- and my husband and family had thrown me a surprise party to cheer me up. Which it did, it did, but it still felt like I was just never going to make it to being healthily pregnant ever again. And that was the only birthday present I really wanted, just a promise that I WOULD have a real live baby again someday.

Now I think I will. Even if this baby came tomorrow (and he'd better not) chances are he'd make it, and would one day be in a bassinet by my bed, nursing and all. Or bottle feeding, but who CARES because he would be there, and he would be ours. Speaking of OURS, can I just say that is so fun being pregnant this time with two little kids in the house? And then clarify that I'm actually not being sarcastic?

For one thing, time goes WAAAY faster when you have other people to think about besides your own bloated self. For another, it really is so fun to see things through kids' eyes. Hearing them talk about the baby, and to the baby, sharing their name ideas, singing him songs, picking out little presents, telling me all the ways they're going to "help" take care of him... It gives me a feeling I don't even have a name for, because I've never felt it before. Even when I was pregnant with Eli, Addy was just young enough that she really didn't understand anything until we brought him home. With this baby, they both totally get it, and it's just... I would explain it like this, I guess: I'm not just having Jim's and my baby, this time. I'm having a sibling, a little brother. I'm making our family more complete.