She's Pregnant!

Hurray hurray hurray! I just got off the phone with Sister #4 and she's pregnant too! I spilled the beans to her yesterday, after pretty lame evasive tactics to her the day before, so she felt bad for keeping it from me and told me today--the first one to hear the news! She was going to keep it a secret until Christmas just like me (originally), since it seemed the perfect time to tell--far enough along and the parents are going to be here. But it was too crazy a coincidence after I told her my due date: July 23--and hers is July 22! I have now told Sisters #2 and 3 and my mom (who, of course, told my dad.) I'll just tell the others as it comes up, but I'm not telling the inlaws or kids or neighbors until later. Just don't want to deal with that yet.

Since we switched health insurance recently, I need to figure out where I'm going to be delivering--how fun if we were in the hospital at the same time! I hope I go to the same place as last time--it was pretty great, as far as hospitals go. Anyway, bummer that we can't use each other's maternity clothes like we usually do, but oh well. It will be nice to have someone in the same boat for various things.

I do have a little nagging fear that something may go wrong and that would ruin it--and if it were something wrong with me, then I especially wouldn't want that to taint her pregnancy by any means. So I'll just keep hoping for the best and looking forward to getting past that danger zone. But right now I'm just thinking, how fun!

Preglow

Maybe I should change my profile picture to this? Or maybe not--if it were a real representation, I'd just look chunky, not pregnancy glow-ish...

I'm so excited to be pregnant. And it's wierd. I mean, I am so stressed with only 2 sometimes--how will I handle 3? And 2 were getting so easy. Wierd to think of tossing the old clothes and packaging up the crib. And now to start over?

I'm excited for the new baby smells. The little grunts and flexing of the hand at seemingly random intervals. I love the closeness of a newborn and--I know I'm weird--I love being at the hospital. Just drinking in the new babyness of it all. I was looking at Lil Jr's baby book with him tonight and all those magical feelings of those first few hours came back and I got anxious to get to that point again.

And so far, no vomitting, so that's pretty huge. As far as how I feel, that is. As far as gender-guessing, whatever: I barfed non-stop for nine months with Mr B, but barely did at all with Lil Jr. I sort of feel like it will be another boy, but it would be fun if it's a girl. The Spouse wants a girl--our boys are quite a handful. I'd like either. Just healthy. Strong. And smart, like it's Mama. :)