I’ve been toying with the post in my head for weeks now. Should I come up with something witty to say? Just say it straight out? Tell you how sorry I am for being AWOL towards the end of the Christmas season and most of this month? I mean, what have y’all been cooking with no “Month of Meals??”
Well, all I came up with when it came to writing this post was one heckuva writer’s block. So I’m just gonna lay it out there: I’m preggers.
Harding Baby #3 is on it’s way. Most of you are probably shocked. I get it. When I was pregnant with Will (our second child), I vowed, VOWED, that we were a two-and-done family. The world was built for a family of four, I had said. And believed. Imagine going out to eat. Riding in the car. Managing sibling squabbles. Travelling. Daily life. Yep, all is easier with a one-parent-to-one-kid ratio.
Then I had a pivotal moment. It was in the delivery room with Will. We had several complications and after everything was resolved the Dr. said to me, “Well, you shouldn’t have any more babies!”
Was that a dare? Bring it.
Ok, not really. But it did make me look at my life differently. Having someone direct you not to do something makes you wonder if maybe it’s something you actually might want to do. And the more I love on my babies and see them turning into lovely (if slightly maniacal) children, I realized…. I really wanted to bring another person into our family.
The husband and I chatted with my OB, we talked through the risks and what we could do to mitigate them, and decided – it’s time for #3.
So, here I am. Near the end of my first trimester. Sick as a DOG. And trying not to complain about it. Just allow me to say: I am nauseous. Oh, so nauseous. I’m tired. Like you wouldn’t believe. Food is the enemy. And I’ve got a terrible sense of motion sickness which is triggered by television and working on the computer. Which clearly, in my line of work, is NOT A GOOD THING.
Let me also add – I DO NOT CARE IF IT’S A GIRL OR A BOY. Every single person that we’ve told has said, “Well maybe this is your chance for a girl!”, “This is a girl, I feel it!”, or “It’s gonna be a girl, don’t worry.” So let me assuage you and say: I don’t care what gender it is. I want one more person at my Christmas table. A few more years of having a little child in my house. Someone else to call in and check on me when I’m an old lady. Don’t worry about the gender for me. It will all be just fine.
Happy New Year readers. I hope to be writing and being more present over these next few weeks,
P.S. I got rid of all my maternity clothes and newborn clothes/gear. If you have anything you’d like to get rid of or sell – I’m your gal!