Breaking News – I’m Pregnant!

I have a bun in the oven (epicurean).  The stork came for a visit (aviation).  The magic seed has been planted (scientific).

Picture ironically taken on Fathers Day

However you call it, I’m gonna have a baby!  Cyrus is going to be a big brother in the fall, around the beginning of November.  We do not know (and will not find out until the baby pops out) whether it is a boy or a girl.  But I am aiming for Halloween, so I have an excuse to wear a fake mustache during labor.

The first 3 1/2 months were very unpleasant, as I had been very nauseous and/or queasy with no break in the action.  I felt close to bedridden, but I survived.  But Cyrus got to watch more TV than usual, so he was living the high life.  Then the nausea let up (slowly), and now I finally feel pretty good.  For  pregnant lady, that is.

Top Five Questions I’ve Gotten From People Since I’ve Been “Showing”:

  1. Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? (no.)
  2. How do you feel? (ok.)
  3. Have you chosen any names yet? (no.)
  4. Are you gonna eat that? (yes.)
  5. Are you pregnant? (yes, and can you move over? I’m gonna eat that.)

Now that I’ve had two official pregnancies (please don’t ask question number 6), I can safely say that being pregnant – sucks.  Yup.  I do not like being pregnant.  The only thing about pregnancy that I love (or even like) is that there will be a baby at the end of the run.  This is the only thing going for pregnancy.  I’ve been told by other women that they actually like being pregnant, or that they feel sexy during pregnancy.  This is not my trip.  My trip is a delayed and turbulent flight, with lots of travel sickness and bad plane food.  Although the peanuts are good.  And the kicking is cute – but not on my bladder, please!

Yesterday I coughed really hard and I accidentally peed a little.  But that’s nothing compared to the birth, where you push really hard and accidentally poop a little.  My dad told me recently that if men could have babies, there would be no people.  Therefore I have come to the conclusion that women are the stronger sex (scientific).

As of this writing, I am 23 weeks along, which is a little over 5 1/2 months.  So I’m more than halfway through the pregnancy already.   I’m looking smaller than I did at this point when I was pregnant with Cyrus.  In fact, this pregnancy is completely different than the one I had with Cyrus.  I felt much less healthy when I was pregnant with him, and I also had lots of food issues (many things made me either sick or nauseous).  Strangely enough, with this pregnancy, I am snacking on everything in sight.  I ate extremely well with Cyrus: I lived on eggs, turkey bacon and soybeans.  And yet I felt like crap throughout the entire pregnancy.   With this one, I’m eating ice cream every night.  And chips every day.  Which is unusual for me, pregnant or not.  And I feel pretty darn good (in comparison to the last pregnancy, that is).  I attribute this partially to the fact that I am running around with Cyrus – trying to catch a 2 1/2 year old; plus we have two sets of stairs this time.  So I can’t deny the benefits of the workout.

When we first asked Cyrus what the baby’s name is, he promptly answered, “Kunga.”  Not quite sure if we’re going to stick with that one…

I just Googled “Kunga” and learned that it is a Tibetan name.  At least it’s a name.  Maybe this baby is the next Dalai Lama.

As our journey into parenthood deepens, stay tuned for more adventures of the expansion of The Family.




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