Tuesday, January 06, 2009

"That's What I Heard"

The news is out. We're expecting Baby#4 in early August. I am beginning to realize this very interesting thing about myself: I am a secretive/private person. Even with a blog. There are just some things I like to keep to myself until I am ready to talk about them. Like this newest baby. It's not that I was surprised, I just didn't want to discuss it because I wasn't ready for the barrage of "well-meaning" comments. I also don't like other people sharing my news. I don't know why...but it irritates me to no end when I begin to tell other people something and they respond with "that's what I heard." Hmmm, maybe "irritate" isn't quite right; more like infuriates.

Along this vein of valuing my privacy is wondering why in the world people want to rub my belly! There are a few people I allow to do it, even though I don't like it. I only allow it because those people will not be stopped. I do not touch other people's bellies. When my mother was pregnant with my brother, she let me feel when the baby was moving. At 9, I was permanently scarred. Other than my own, I have never touched another pregnant belly. Yuck.

Brian hates it when people wonder if we know what causes this condition. I see it as a stupid, failed attempt at being humorous. Someone asked me that on Saturday and I told her I figured out it wasn't jogging. I quit jogging and we were still having this problem.

After my sonogram yesterday, I am now assured that there will only be one addition. Come August, I will have 4 children, 5 and under. Everyone else's opinion aside, it does kind of sound like something someone stupid would do. Even the sonogram tech yesterday wanted to know the history of my childbearing decisions. Please. What difference does it make?

Sometimes, I wonder what in the world I am possibly thinking in order to do this to myself again. I don't think being pregnant is the most fabulous time of my life. I think pregnancy sucks, except I didn't get the reminder until I started eating pretzels by the bag to keep from throwing up. I heard someone say that she never felt more purposeful than when she was pregnant. Even my mother loved being pregnant, but I can say with confidence, she didn't have morning sickness of any variety. And even this morning sickness isn't as bad as it could be. I'm just nauseated and gagging for most of the day. There are some people who actually have their heads in the toilet for 9 months.

As the end of the first trimester ends, I can tell it's getting better. I was actually able to get out of bed this morning without gagging and retching. But I might have an aversion to the smell of toast forever. Yes, the smell of toast causes me to gag. I can eat it, but only when the smell is gone.

I'm looking forward to increased productivity and energy in the 2nd trimester. Just a few more weeks...

7 comments:

Jackie LeFevre said...

Congrats again!!! I love you and if you need anything, call me!!!

Jackie

secondofwett said...

I hope you'll soon get to the point of enjoyment....unfortunately you'll always have rude people making insensitive comments....feel better soon.

Lindsay said...

Georgia,

I can tell you, as someone who's been there, that I understand the 'irritation'. We actually had someone GIVE us a TV and ask us if this would help us figure out "what causes that".

It's your decision to make. Not anyone else's business. I personally enjoy talking about it, but I can understand why it would feel intrusive as well. I'm glad you're starting to feel better. Just keep repeating: This won't last forever. This won't last forever. This won't...

JLP said...

Hey Georgia,

The strangest thing happened today...I stopped to fill up my car with gas and this stranger starts talking to me and tells me that you are pregnant.

I'm teasing.

I read it in your post. Congratulations to you and your family.

shanon said...

I remember having someone ask us how we could AFFORD four children. (That may have been my husband's brother, trying to pick an argument):) Ain't family fun?!! Seriously, though, if anyone took the time to think about who you are and how you think, they would NOT be reaching out to pat your belly OR sharing your life with the world. You are a private person who likes her space. They need to get over it. We still get comments like -"FOUR girls, wow!" Like I'm Whatserface Dugger with 18 kids. We can still fit in a normal vehicle and one table at a restaurant, folks. We aren't a side show at the circus, yet. :) When we have four teenage girls, that will be a different story.

The Savage said...

I am SO with you on the "why the heck do you want to touch my belly?" No one wants to touch your stomach any other time.

I heard a great come-back once that I've almost (but not yet) had the nerve to use. "You may rub my belly, but only if I can rub your butt." I've heard it works like a charm. :-D

Brian said...

Shanon, I'm shocked. I am personally well-acquainted with your brother-in-law, and I can say with absolute verisimilitude that he would never do such a thing! I am schocked--SHOCKED!--that you would even level such a base accusation.

Besides, staring down the barrel of Thing 4, now, I can't imagine how ANYONE can afford four kids. Especially four girls. Let alone 5, 6, or 18. (Maybe if I came back as Bill Gates...) [Great. Now all my loving brothers and sisters in Christ will wanna tar and feather me for suggesting reincarnation is possible. It's a JOKE, people! Sheesh!] Did I mention I don't like to start fights?

Anyways, the clothes, the hair care, not to mention the weddings and a veritable mountain of feminine products--the mere thought of the expense just made me throw up a little in my mouth.

I can see it now... Greg and I will be spedning a week at the lake every month for a good long while. Longer, of course, for me.