For reasons unknown to me, I keep avoiding the blog. I keep opening a new post window, only to leave it there for days. In ways, I feel buried behind in all the information I need/want to put on here. In ways, I’ve just gotten out of the habit of posting. I’ve also got a ton of warnings and things that don’t work on here. I don’t have time/money/patience to fix all of them.
So. Instead of talking about all of that, let’s talk about the baby!
Poor 4th baby. I feel a little bad about how little I’ve talked about this kid. With the boys (still kind of annoying that I feel like I have to pick out a new nickname for Pirate and Professor, I don’t want to say twins) every single doctor’s appointment was documented. And I went a lot. With Butterfly, I have all of her doctor appointments documented too, and a lot of her firsts written down. This baby, I think I’ve talked 3, maybe 4 times? Poor kid.
I keep hoping that it won’t be important to him as an adult and that the mommy guilt I feel won’t last.
Let’s talk about him right now though! I see him bouncing in my belly as I type. He is the most active kid I’ve ever had. Pirate and Professor were calm. This little guys bounces and rolls and wiggles and flutters.
I’m measuring right on track. My doctor’s appointments are a 4 minutes of weight (scary), blood pressure (semi high), belly measure (right on track), concerns addressed (heart burn, minimal swelling), and sent on my way. Seriously, this is the most boring pregnancy I’ve had.
Which is good I guess. Boring is good. Boring is normal. Boring means I don’t have any scary complications and can expect a healthy baby in early January.
I did have an ultrasound a few weeks ago that said that he was measuring very big. Like, around 5lbs when he should be around 3lbs. And that his legs and his belly are measuring way over 95th percentile for other fetus’s in his gestational age. Now, they said the boys were going to be bigger than they were, so I’m taking this with a grain of salt. And scaling it back a pound or so.
He’s head down, and hopefully will stay that way. I have a big fear that he is NOT head down a lot of the time, but we will see when the time comes.
I think we have settled on a name, but we are waiting to see the kid to know that this is the name.
As for me, I’ve had a lot of heart burn. That is killer! It’s the worst when acid shoots through your nose in the middle of the night with no prior warning. Yuck! Between that and waking to pee every 2 hours, I’m getting very little sleep. Oh I sleep during the day just fine. In fact, I could sleep all day and be happy. It’s night that I really struggle with. I often lay and ponder troubles and then wake myself up even more. Sometimes I can’t get comfortable and end up crying in frustration. Sometimes my legs are so restless that I have to get up and pace the house in the dark, hoping that I don’t get eaten by aliens or step on those stupid crickets that show up.
Let’s just say that nights are awful, days are increasingly uncomfortable and I am ready to have a baby in my arms that I can actually put down. Or give to Juice to hold for awhile.
I’m so looking forward to meeting this little miracle of a baby. I want to see what he looks like. I want to know if me and Professor are going to be the only ones with blue eyes in this family. I’m anxious to see how having a singleton after twins is going to be. I want to do something along these lines when the kid is born: http://www.etsy.com/listing/105937178/horse-hat-and-diaper-cover
And I’ll let you in on a little secret…I think we’ve picked out his blog name. Buckaroo. Since he is the one that has spent the most time at the barn with me and probably could recognize a horse’s neigh over all the other animals, we thought this would be fitting.