Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Almost immediately after seeing the extra line on that pregnancy test, thus validating the symptoms I was noticing for the past week yet trying to ignore so as not to get my hopes up that I might be expecting, I think, ugh...it's only going to get worse. What have I done!? This thought comes only after the instant, heart-warming happiness and excitement of creating and meeting a new, wonderful family member. Unfortunately, to deliver, hold, and raise those tiny little clones of Matt and myself, I have to go through 9 months of pregnancy. With every passing day, I am reassured that the little peanut is doing quite well, as I try not to vomit in the grocery aisle while shopping. Or I hit snooze 6 times. And the bloating. And the bad skin. All of this, wonderful, and grand. In September, we will welcome Baby O #4. I just could not be happier.
Matt regularly asks me, when will this stop? When will you not want to have another baby? And I just have no answer, except that I already feel like the crazy lady. At work, it's been a joke that I am always pregnant, and for real, I will have been pregnant for half of residency. I feel kind of old this time. Like my body is getting too worn out for this. I have never been in worse physical condition, in my life! For my own health, mental & physical, and the health of those around me, I think the end is near. Or, at least, I can see myself having an end point. But for now, I am ecstatic. I am impatient to meet the little guy. I am glowing (as much as one can in the first trimester). And I cannot wait to share yet another O'Laughlin baby [boy, right?] journey into the world with my friends and family.