Title should have been warning enough, but if you need me to type it out, I’ll be keeping up with all the stuff I want to remember about this chapter in my life. If that’s not something you want to read about, I’ll see you in Thursday’s post.
I’m nearing the end, 3-ish weeks left to go with this, and I don’t want to forget any part of it!
Except the varicose veins. Imma be real ready to see them go on about their way.
(Those 1st 3 pictures are while I was in labor with the 1st 3 children. The last one was after Amos puked all over me a few weeks ago.)
I thought I’d start with a little 1st pregnancy vs 4th pregnancy list for fun. If your idea of fun is birth and babies and the such.
1st- I read What to Expect religiously. 4th- I think it might be in a box in our junk room with some picture frames and pile of old cell phones I haven’t bothered to unpack since we moved.
1st- I avoided caffeine like the plague. No coke for about 7 months. 4th-I drink boxed ice coffee when I can remember to buy it at the grocery store like my life depends on it, and since I’m not a drinker or smoker, I take cokes to work a few times a week to deal with all the snot and poop and having to teach toddlers how to use scissors. Don’t judge.
1st- We bought so much baby paraphernalia everyone told us we HAD to have. Crib, matching dresser & changing table (which is currently covered with all the clothes from winter that need to be put up or gotten rid of), swings, bouncy seats, floor mats, ALL the stuff. 4th-His carseat is clean, he has exactly 4 new outfits no one else wore before him, & I’m not even about to get up in the night to go to another room to pick him up out of any type of bedding to bring him back to my bed to feed. Co-sleeping for the win. (FYI I don’t need any commentary. I got it handled.)
1st-The baby book! I couldn’t wait to fill that thing in! And I kept up with EVERYTHING! MH has one that I managed to hit the highlights in, Amos’s is a steno pad I occasionally wrote things on to remember, & Porter doesn’t have one. I’ll catch him up on the important things when he starts asking.
1st-Bottles! I knew I wanted to breastfeed, but I still bought and washed bottles because I thought that’s what I had to do. 4th- I sterilized the 2 that came with the pump for those “just in case” times. That should be MORE than enough.
1st- I packed matching robe & pajamas for the hospital, with nursing cover and swaddle blankets that coordinated with baby’s first outfits. 4th-I managed to find a pair of yoga pants that don’t have holes in them, threw in a few t-shirts, and grabbed some of the cleaner looking sleepers for the baby. Also, if you’re planning on visiting, knock first. I’m not even going to pretend like I care about a nursing cover at this point. I know what it takes to make nursing a priority and that may not fit well with visiting hours.
I could go on and on with this, but the biggest point to this post is for me to be able to remember the good, bad, ugly, and weird that’s come along with growing all these babies inside my body.
- I eat a lot of cereal. Like a lot a lot.
- Feeling a baby move in your belly is the strangest and most comforting thing in the world
- I’ve grown 5 hearts inside my body, including my own
- Raw meat aversion in the first few months means lots of eating out, but that’s kinda always how it goes when I’m over cooking
- Exhaustion like you’ve never experienced
- I own stock in Tums for indigestion. It might even be safe to say I’m addicted to them
- My hair grows ridiculously well
- Then it all falls out about a month after I give birth
- Weird dark patches all over my body that MH tells me is playground dirt
- My belly button has never poked out all cute like some of you other girls, it just looks like it’s had a stroke
- Do not wait to go pee. Especially in a 4th pregnancy
- I have an unbelievable ability to find other mamas through the internet who are experiencing terrible heartache or hard trials when I’m pregnant
- Watching birth videos makes me so proud. Like, mama! You did it and you are amazing!!!
- My nesting only ever involves the need to move furniture. I don’t care about everyone having clean clothes (duh!) or mopped floors, I’d just like to rearrange all the furniture everywhere
- I’ve caught a stomach flu with all 4. Bonus is it seemed to throw off my weight gain enough to make me not feel bad about it
- Hearing people drink makes me want to throat punch them (hearing them eat bothers me no matter what’s going on in life)
- I can get so caught up in the MIND BLOWING facts about growing humans inside your body that it makes it hard to function. That mainly happens around 3 AM after I’ve just had to pee
- Diatasis recti, or ab separation, happened after Hank, so I have the gross ability to flex my stomach a certain way and make the weirdest looking cone head belly you ever did see
- I’m allergic to my wedding band and engagement ring only when pregnant. That’s how I’ve known I was pregnant with the last 2
- Hand swelling is yuck
- I would like to eat scrambled egg sandwiches every day
- I like my pregnant body a heck of a lot more than my normal one, even with all the stretch marks
- Total strangers who touch my belly need throat punches (If I know you, we’re good. If I don’t, back up off me)
- When I get asked how much longer, I usually say “Any day now,” but in Family Dollar yesterday I said “I feel like it’ll probably happen while I’m standing in this line,” and it was very satisfying
- I read in a book once about a woman in her fifties who still felt “the echo of her babies” every now and then. In between pregnancies, I’ve felt strange flutters and the like that reminded me of when I had a full womb. I for sure hope I’m always able to feel those “echos!”
This list could keep growing, but I’ll save it for another time.
I do want to say that I am more than aware of what a blessing it is and has been to experience all of these things. For those of you who have struggled or are currently going through things, please know I pray for you regularly. Because infertility wasn’t an issue for Pat and me, it never really crossed my mind until people very close to us spoke up about their trials. My eyes and heart were opened in a way I didn’t know they could be, and you mamas and daddys are always on my mind.
In the mean time, Pat and I have been blessed greatly with our family. Despite how much I’ve complained during the last 37 weeks about veins, full bladders, or a hairy belly. I’d do it all again in a second. Heck, we may even change our minds about stopping at 4. What’s the big deal at this point? We’re already outnumbered!
We can’t wait to add Porter’s first #ferrellfamilyphotoclub picture to this bunch!