At one of my recent doctor visits I mentioned that I was feeling significantly more movement from this baby than I had with the first.Â It wasn’t really a complaint, more of an observation.Â My doctor suggested that perhaps I was feeling more because my uterine wall had thinned after the first pregnancy, so I was able to feel movement more often than I had with Xander.Â “Ok, I thought, that makes sense.”
After I left, I continued to ponder this theory, and it seemed to make even more sense – Xander’s kicks, while strong at times were never painful.Â This little guy is able to take my breath away and stop me in my tracks with just one well placed foot or elbow.Â I guess Xander really did do a good job thinning out that uterine wall, because I’m much more sensitive to movement this time around.
It’s sort of a double edged sword sort of situation – I love feeling the baby kick, knowing that he’s moving and doing well in there, and that I should enjoy these movements, because they are likely the last I will ever feel like this…Â On the other hand, there are moments when I would love some peace and quiet, just a few minutes without hiccups or kicks, but it’s not like I can reason or plead with the kid yet.
The image here is not my belly – though there are times when you can see it rolling in a manner similar to Alien.Â However, that little foot is an excellent portrayal of how I feel 45% of my day.
So, for the next few weeks I’m doing my best to enjoy the movement as much as possible and hope that the schedule he’s developed in the womb is vastly different from the one that we’ll have once he gets out 😉
Anyone who has had a sufficiently large belly can sympathize with me on this – it becomes a magnet for crumbs and other foods.Â Lately I’ve noticed that there is one particular spot on my baby bump that is more “magnetic” than the rest slightly to the right and slightly above my former belly button (I say former, because these days it’s pretty much a flat spot that used to be an indentation once long ago).
The reason I’ve noticed this particular spot more than others is because almost every day for the past week I get to work, take off my coat, put on my ID badge, and discover a tiny, darkened stain in this exact spot.Â Each morning I sigh in exasporation because I failed to notice the spot when I could have actually treated the stain and before I dried the shirt thus making it a permanent addition…
Additionally, I’ve got a very limited wardrobe this time around – I don’t have many long sleeve maternity shirts, and I refust to spend much money on any of them because in a little over a month I’ll never wear them again.Â So now my entire winter weather maternity wardrobe is officially stained – I know it’s part of the pregnancy gig – maybe I should just give up and start wearing a bib 😉
At my last doctor’s visit, I learned that there are 6 women all scheduled for repeat c-sections within 1 week of me.Â Apparently the end of December is a popular time of year to have a baby.Â I don’t know if everyone is trying to get the tax write-off for 2008 (not the reason for our decision by the way).
When Xander was born, we had a wonderful experience with the hospital staff.Â Our hospital is a relatively small regional one – only 4 post-delivery rooms, but that wing was entirely rebuilt (finished about 2 months before Xander was born) so everything is new and pretty high tech for our rural setting.Â Aside from one nurse who was a little obsessive about rules on the maternity ward, they were all awesome.Â The nurses were incredibly attentive.Â One nurse who usually works in the ER spent the day with me while I was in labor (filling in a shift) and actually came up to check on me the next time she was working.Â One of our doctors actually came in (with one of his kids) on his day off to check on me.Â Overall, it was a great experience.Â They were great with Xander – showed us everything a new parent might need to know, and they were always patient with us, never talked down to us, and truly seemed interested in our well-being.Â It was such a great experience that a week or so later when I was feeling up to a walk, we bought them a gift basket of cookies and brought it to the hospital (I should mention that our house is less than a mile away from the hospital).
I think one of the factors in this positive experience was that we were the only ones in the maternity ward for 3 of the 4 days we were there.Â The undivided attention was quite nice!Â This time, if we’re lucky it’ll just be full and not over-full.
So now I’m nervous.Â Not that I think the care will be any less amazing, but I don’t think that we’ll get the undivided attention that we got last time.Â When they have the time, the nurses will keep the sleeping baby in the nursery, allowing mothers to get some much needed rest as well.Â Again, this is only as time allows, so I suspect that this bonus feature will be offered far less during our upcoming stay.
I’m sure everything will work out just fine in the end – the baby will arrive, the doctors and nurses will give us great support, and we’ll go home a happy and slightly larger family.Â But, that doesn’t stop me from wondering about what to expect when we arrive 😉
Zach and I have always wanted 2 children.Â Not 3, not 4, not 1 – we want 2.Â So after this baby is born, we’re done.Â We’ve got the family that we want (and can afford) and we’ll be quite content with that.Â So my doctor’s office offered to do a tubal ligation for me when I have my c-section at the end of December.Â I said “um, sure…”Â When I walked into the office, I hadn’t given it much thought – of course I would get my tubes tied, or Zach would have a vasectomy after this baby is born. The easiest time to do it is when I’m already open on the table – it just adds and extra five minutes to the procedure.Â Since I’m already there, it’s the logical choice to make.
But then my overly worrisome imagination kicked in.Â What if this baby has some sort of health problem?Â I’m talking about something like Spina Bifida or Tay-sach’s disease that would severely limit the baby’s life.Â It’s not that we wouldn’t love and care for this child the same as any other parent would love and care for a child, but his life would come to an end so much more quickly.Â Five or ten years down the road, would Zach and I want to think about bringing another baby into the family, or would be accept the two that we had, and the fact that Xander would mostly be an only child growing up?
I can’t predict the future, and although every sign points to a normal, healthy pregnancy, there’s still that chance, and that annoying little voice in my mind that keeps saying “what if?” so when it comes to tubal ligation, I hesitate.Â If my crystal ball could assure me that this next baby is going to be happy and healthy, then I’d sign the requisite forms for the operation tomorrow.Â But without that assurance, I hesitate…
I have finally reached my 3rd trimester.Â Though when I look back at the previous two, it feels like it flew by.Â With Xander, it felt like every day and every week took forever to arrive.Â I was so excited to find out what the next development or the next milestone would be.Â This time around I know what to expect.Â I’m not reading “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” every week, and while I’m still reading a few weekly newsletters in my email, it’s mostly to make sure I’m feeling and expecting what I should be.Â While some things like the first trimester “morning” sickness and exhaustion were much more intense this time, and I appreciated the comfort level in my second trimester a great deal more (especially knowing what was coming in the 3rd trimester), the length of time it’s taken to get here feels so much shorter.Â I also feel like there are still a ton of things to do before we’re ready for the newest addition to the family.
Xander’s room needs to be painted and set up.Â The nursery needs to be put back into nursery form.Â I need to wash all of the old infant clothes and put them back in their appropriate drawers.Â We need to put the new car seat into the car and get Xander accostumed to his new location behind the passenger seat.Â I need to finalize a few more things at work, etc.Â Each day I think of something else to add to the list.Â I also feel like time is flying by faster than I can keep track of it this time around.Â It’s not agonizingly slow like the last pregnancy, but there is that same sense of excitment at finally getting to meet the little guy – how much hair (if any) will he have?Â What will his features look like?Â Eventually, what color eyes will he have?Â And most importantly, will he be healthy?Â It won’t be too much longer before I have answers to all of those questions – and for that, I really can’t wait!