It’s time to admit that this pregnancy has not been easy on me. Oh, everything is mostly fine (I’ll get to that in a minute) but it just hasn’t been going very well. I felt really sick the first trimester – not throwing up every five seconds sick, but nauseous and exhausted and wanting to sleep constantly. That was followed by the crippling depression that descended in trimester number two. This entire pregnancy has been remarkably similar to the one with Lorelei, but I didn’t have a cranky and not always vocal toddler on top of everything else. I don’t think I was truly prepared for that part.
Naturally, I can’t have a completely run of the mill nine months – Lorelei had a two vessel umbilical cord which meant monthly ultrasounds to check her growth – and this time I have complete placenta previa. Like with the two vessel cord, it is a fairly common condition and for most people it is no big deal. That doesn’t mean that I can’t get a little freaked out when I return from a nice little weekend away to a call from my doctor’s office. And, as a chronic worrier, I can’t help imagine all the things that could go wrong – and there are quite a few. So, I’ve spent the last week trying to get used to the idea that a c-section is a possibility. It wasn’t something I even considered before now.
It isn’t all bad news.
It’s been a few weeks, but I can feel the baby kicking and rolling around. Brian even can feel her, too.
Did I let that slip out?
Yes, we’re having another girl.
Like I said, it hasn’t been that bad. Of course, right now, I’m starving and in desperate need of queso. Desperate. Brian is not yet home, so I guess I will just sit here and long for queso and have no way to get any.