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...