I hate being pregnant.
Like, really, really despise every minute of it. My first midwife said to me, your body really isn’t made for pregnancy. She said it as a way to commiserate, but it is sort of the truth.
When I went to the hospital to have Adeline, I signed the paperwork to have my tubes tied, should I have a c-section.
I ended up not having a c-section, but we planned to still be done after two children.
Yet, for the past year, I have been feeling the tug for one more baby. I all of a sudden felt like our family wasn’t quite complete.
I asked friends and strangers with three kids how they juggled the responsibilities. I asked working moms and stay-at-home mom. Matthew and I have prayed a lot about it.
In the end, I couldn’t shake the feeling that though I didn’t know how we would do it, we were supposed to have one more baby.
So this January we started trying to get pregnant. We thought it would happen right away, as it did for Elias and Adeline.
It didn’t. Month one went by, then two and three.
I began to doubt. Maybe we weren’t supposed to have another.
But then, it did.
We are so very, very excited. I am already super sick, so prayers are much appreciated. I’m throwing up about three times a day (although yesterday was six or seven… I lost count). Though I have gone through this twice before, I am still REALLY miserable. Being that I work full-time, I come home and basically pass out. Not fun. Please forgive any quiet periods here on the blog.
Adeline is convinced it is a girl and says we should name her Elsa or Anna (naturally). We have told her that it might be a boy, in which she has conceded that Christoph would be a good choice.
I’m due January 6, 2015 – a month or so before my book comes out. Yep. A baby and a book. Seems like 2015 is going to be a year of birth.
So tell me. Do you have three kids – or more? What lessons have you learned?