Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Size of Baby: According to thebump.com, the 4th whipper snapper is the size of a raspberry and weighs a whopping 0.4 ounces. Slow down fatty!
Total Weight Gain: Well, this is a wee bit humiliating, but despite throwing up everything I eat, I have still managed to gain 3 pounds. That's 1/4 of my total weight gain with Chloe.
Maternity Clothes: Even though it's only been 16 months since I gave them up, I'm not wearing them. Shocking! I long for them. I dream of them. But I refuse to wear them at only 8 weeks. I know they say with each baby you "show" earlier and earlier, but I think that's just because you're already fat from the one before. Totsy has been having some seriously great sales on way cute maternity clothes, and I'm smart enough this time around to know that it's important to feel pretty in what I wear. So I'm splurging, even though THIS IS OUR LAST BABY EVER!
Gender: No clue. The kids really want a boy, especially Cohen, because then it will "even things out" around here. Kembry wants it to be a boy so that she can "have a little brother." Which I think translates to, "Having a brother I can boss around."
Movement: Well, according to babycenter.com and thebump.com, little tyke is moving all the time, but obviously I can't feel it. As for me, I'm moving ALL THE TIME. A brisk walk is just what the doctor called for to help with those intense moments of exhaustion.
Sleep: Sleep has been interrupted by numerous pee pee breaks, intense nausea, bouts of vomiting, and of course, crazy weird baby dreams. The other night it was a dream of a zombie baby that I kept throwing around, and I could hear it's bones breaking. Needless to say, I'll no longer be watching "The Walking Dead" before bed.
What I Miss: I'm so happy we're having another baby, it's hard to think of anything I miss. This was planned, but I guess I'm bummed I didn't lose that extra 400 pounds before I got knocked up.
Cravings: Colorful vegetables, which, if you know me, is totally bizarre. I had my first fajita with peppers in it, and it was mad delicious. I eat tomatoes like apples, apples like apples, and pears are like currency in this house. Tonight I'm craving stroganoff and asparagus.
Symptoms: Horrible nausea, debilitating exhaustion, throwing up until acid burns my esophagus. You know, the usual stuff. I'm also having a lot more cramping and constipation with this baby (you're welcome).
Best Moment of the Week: Our 8 week ultrasound.
Appointments this Week: Just our ultrasound. If everything goes as planned and I've conquered the angry uterus, I should only be doing the regular 4 week appointments.
What I'm Looking Forward To: This is my last pregnancy. I've always enjoyed being pregnant. So I'm trying hard not to wish away this last time. So even though it sucks being sick and tired all the time, I'm not looking forward to saying goodbye to it. I'm just embracing it and letting my house go to pot in the process.
This Weeks Thoughts: My brain is busy trying to form coherent thoughts. I'm already wondering where should we have the baby sleep and when should I put Chloe in the bunk beds. I know we have 228 days left, but with 3 other kids and a mountain of other responsibilities, I know I won't have much time to catch up on these thoughts.
Sibling Rivalry: This will be important for me to remember. The way the kids are. They were old enough with Chloe to understand what was going on, and I didn't document much except for a few things in my diary. Cohen loves watching the videos on babycenter.com about the growth of the baby. He touches my stomach and smiles and says, "It's in there now mom! It's gonna come out soon!" He's so excited. I can just imagine what kind of dad he's going to be. He may drive his wife nuts, or she may love it, but he'll be super involved.
Kembry is just ready to have someone else she can boss around, which I think is funny, because she already rules the house. But I think when the baby comes (and she'll be 6) she'll be ready to be a big helper. I just love her.
Pictures From This Week: No pictures this week. Just imagine me hanging over the toilet.