Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Everything is still going well. I've been keeping busy with cleaning and organizing and generally doing stuff that I won't be able to do for at least a year after this kid is born.
I actually even switched out my maternity clothes with my regular clothes in my closet. That was a big step for me, and I have to tell you that pretty much the whole time I was doing it, I had a looming sense of dread, and the feeling that I was taking a big risk by committing to a positive outcome.
Any time I talk about how I've kept some baby girl clothes "just in case," T tends to give me the look or say something about "why I can't just be optimistic." We had one such conversation the other night before watching Secret Millionaire (which I totally love, in case you care.) In the conversation, I reminded him that our odds aren't that great - two live babies to three dead ones. At the beginning of the show, the millionaire revealed that he had lost his third child to a still birth at a late gestation. T said, "I get it," (in a kind, not sarcastic or annoyed way) knowing that I was about to give him the "I told you so" look.
On the symptom front, I have cankles. I mean, they're not as bad as some pregnant women (who I really feel bad for by the way) but for me, they're pretty bad. I hope to God they're just from eating too much sodium and from the ridiculously hot humid weather the past few weeks. It could also be from all the standing while I clean and while I was getting ready for the kids' birthday party which was last weekend.
They're 5 and 2 now. E's birthday was yesterday, and D's birthday was on Wednesday. I can hardly believe that they're that old already. D starts KINDERGARTEN in September. I have a kindergartener. Holy crap. Along those lines, I figured out the other day that I graduated from High School 17 years ago. When I say "I'm 35" I don't feel as old as when I say, "I graduated from High School 17 years ago."
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