I have been wondering whether or not to share this for some time; waffling back and forth. However it turns out, I guess it's time to spill the beans! We are expecting our third! We are thrilled but filled with some trepidation. My other two pregnancies were a breeze. While I absolutely HATE being pregnant, I realize now I should never have complained. I was never sick and I was able to do whatever I wanted with both boys. I even played softball up to two days before Evan was born!
Like I said, I should never have complained. This time, things are a bit... rough. I had a new revelation - morning sickness sucks! I had no idea how BLESSED I was to have missed out on it not once, but twice! It is not fun and it just keeps continuing. I'm supposed to be past that point but still nauseous most days. Also, I have a subchorionic hemmorage that showed up at 10 weeks. That fun condition causes all sorts of fun problems and it's day to day on how whether or not the baby will survive. The best we can do is pray is resolves on its own without too much damage to the placenta. I am seriously counting down the days until February (24 weeks). At that point, the doctor will intervene if necessary. Right now, they just tell me there's nothing they can do.
So we wait. I sit around a lot. I take lots of naps and envision the weight that I'm packing on by doing NOTHING each day. But we have hope and trust in the Lord that everything will work out. And we're sure it's a girl! Only girls come with this much drama, right?!
