I told you so!

I knew when Big Daddy and I made the decision that our third child would make our family complete that this day would come. This day where I felt the saddest of emotions that I would never again carry a fetus for nine months and give birth. It's here and I told you it would come in like a tidal wave.

It is here and it is what it is and I have push past it. Because in all honesty I do not want any more children of my own. I just have the desire to be pregnant and give birth. Weird? Yes, of course. Would it be me if it weren't weird.

I must say that this feeling most definately comes upon me because two very dear people in my life gave me three new baby boys to love all in the same day. My sister-in-law gave me a new nephew whom is sweet as pie and looks exactly like his older brother. My sweet Jewish friend (I heart the Jews) Was blessed with the most handsome twin boys on the exact same day my nephew was born. Three boys in one day!!!

I think it is engrained in us to swoon over newborns. I miss the smell, the aura, the genuine closeness of one-ness you feel when you pop your newborn right into your shirt for some skin to skin contact, and the way they sink right into your very being and I swear your souls actually touch. I miss the bird mouth when they are hungry. I sooo miss the little stretches when they stick their bums out. I miss the chicken legs and how the diapers are always way too big at first.
I am sad. I am sad that I will never have those moments again.

But I need to remind myself that I HAD those moments, I had them all to myself three times over and they were spectacular. I also need to remind myself that little bum stretch does not pay for groceries or a university education.

I can't wait to hold these babies. I know since they aren't mine it's probably not a good idea to stick them into my shirt and they won't quite sink into my soul quite like my babies did, but they have already touched the depths of my heart. I can't wait to watch them grow and I can't wait to hold them all, spoil them all, play with them, wind them up and feed them inappropriate things that I don't even let my own children eat....and send them home.

Joking assumption or creepy intuition?

Big Daddy's brother is getting married this upcoming weekend. We are all anticipating the wedding and the good times that will go along with it. Big Daddy and I have our wedding duties and are just glad to get to join in all the fun.

But I have to admit as the day gets closer I grow more weary of my "job".
SIL to be has asked me to do a reading at the church. Sure. No biggie, I can do that. Whether I grotesquely waddle to the front of the church or have to hand over my baby to go up there, I will do it. The only thing holding me back would be actually being in the position of delivery at that particular moment.

However, the other day my sister was over and we were chatting. I told her about my reading. She giggles and says what if your water breaks while your up there and mimics "Love is patient...SPLOOSH" haha. I don't think I have ever been so white as my saucer sized eyes looked at her and I said "That is the reading I am doing!" How did she know that?!

So now all of the apprehensions I have gone to great lengths to suppress about getting up in front of 200+ in a church have resurfaced with avengance. I am now terrified that I will get up there, say those exact words and IT will happen.

I know I have no control over what happens or when it happens. But how creepy would that be.

So to all my blog readers who are wedding goers if you are wondering why I pause after I mutter the words "Love is patient" you will know that I am just waiting to make sure it was just a joking assumption.

Watch your mouth

101 things NOT to say to a pregnant woman

Ok, really it isn't quite 101. But there are some really obvious things you just DON'T say to your wife on a good day. No less mutter them to her on a pregnant day.

When I was pregnant with Joseph there is one thing that was said to me which I will never forget. Might I remind you that Joseph was almost 10lbs at birth, so in heinsight Big Daddy was probably just speaking the truth. But I recall one early morning near the end of my pregnancy I was attempting to get out of bed. Big Daddy came over to help me and my sorry self up. He then felt the need to comment "Man, if you get any bigger I am going to need a crane to get you out of bed!"
If his intent was humour, I didn't see it that day.

I must admit with Trent there wasn't that one comment that seared into my brain.

But this time Big Daddy has struck again. On Saturday we spent the day at the paddling pool & park with the boys. It was around +31 out and well my pregnant self thought it around +999, but whatever. When we got home I holed myself up at the computer with the lights off and the a/c blowing trying to cool off. Big Daddy walks by and catches me out of the corner of his eye and says to me "What did you rub all over your face?"
Me: "nothing why?"
BD: "Well...its kind of... shiney"
Me: "I am sweating"
BD: "Oh, I thought you put some lotion on or something"

I don't want to tell you what I really wish my reply was but it wasn't nice.
I have said it before and I will say it again. Pregnancy "glow" really doesn't exist, its just sweat.

Take your guess!

As per request of my faithful blog reading friend I have set up an online pool for bitty.

http://www.expectnet.com

On the right hand side where it says invited guests, enter: ThirdLittleBitty
and it will take you to our expectnet game where you can place your bets on gender, weight and birthdate. I have given some stats in there about the boys to help you out, or confuse you more.

Happy Guessing :)