Extension

We are adding an extra Dee to our already full home.  Yes indeedy, folks. I am 12 weeks pregnant and finally ready to come out of the pregnancy closet.I stayed in there for a long time, but I'm glad to be out.

My official due date is May 22, but I know that ain't nuthin but a number. Charlotte was due August 7 originally but came out on the 27th of July. So let us just say this will be a mid May baby.

Time seems to be flying extremely quickly this time around, even more so than when I was pregnant with Charlotte.  Right now I'm savoring still fitting into most of my non-maternity clothes, sleeping comfortably, and not fighting heart burn and hip aches.  But I know those things are coming soon though and this time around I'm ready for them, anticipating them.  That is a huge difference between pregnancies 1 and 2. I didn't know what to expect with Charlotte. I was scared for 9 months. Every little twitch or ache or pause in kicking and I was running to the doctors office. I think this time around I will be a little more prepared.

Another huge difference? Morning sickness. With Charlotte I had none. Zip ziltch nada.  I would get a little woozy if I didn't eat and that was it.  For the last three months, I've been hunched up on the couch in the fetal position, trying not to puke. I threw up a few times yes, but the nausea is what killed me. It was non stop. I couldn't eat anything, nothing smelled good and I was exhausted. I was in bed a lot of nights as soon as Charlotte went down, which is 7:30-8pm. But about 2 weeks ago that let up and I'm feeling back to normal. My appetite is back (which may not be a good thing) and I've got more energy than I have in months. I can tell by how late I've been staying up. I'm seeing 9:30 and 10pm and it is awesome.

I've talked to my doctor about having a vaginal delivery this time around and she was very supportive of the idea. She said I was a great candidate for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean) and just because I had a C with Charlotte doesn't mean I have to have one again. Although, if this baby gets to 10 pounds and has its head up in my ribs instead of down where it belongs well, I'm screwed. But at least I'm prepared for that too.

Prepared is the perfect word for how I am feeling. I've done this. I'm in the midst of doing this. Charlotte is smart and awesome and precarious and adventurous and now I can't wait to see how her little brother or sister will be. What will he/she look like. Will Charlotte love him/her? Will they be best friends? I can only hope with having kids so close together (22 months apart) that they will grow up to be best friends. To protect one another and to be there for each other.

This is such an exciting time for us, but it is scary too. We're in the middle of buying a house and moving and trying to adjust to the idea of two kids. A family of four. Crazy.