Outnumbered

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We’re having another baby. Until this point, I’ve done my duty of keeping this information disclosed until the almighty 12th week. The Mr. has wanted to belt it from the roof since the day we found out. He is fearless and brave and confident that everything in life will work in our favor. He is always these things. I am not.

He wasn’t at all worried when we did not immediately fall pregnant as we did with the boys. I quickly sought out the city’s top fertility specialists after the first month. He thought nothing of announcing to his family, friends and 3,000 twitter followers that his wife was 3 DAYS pregnant. I preferred to make the announcement once the baby’s lungs had fully developed, or maybe even a few days after birth. He’s described what will be my second c-section as “easy breezy.” He has never had a c-section.

So making this announcement to all 6 of my blog followers is a big deal. Sort of a leap of faith, a step in the direction of thinking like my husband. Pretty liberating, actually.

I’ve been visibly pregnant for quite a few weeks now (thanks to my extra short torso and previously trained uterus) and I tend to get the same few questions from strangers and people who have accidentally learned of the pregnancy by seeing me in person, so I’ll answer them here:

1. Was it planned?
Yes. I’ve been medically uninsured since my maternity leave in 2007 (yes, I am that cheap) so we decided to start sort of trying once insurance open house rolled around and I could be added to the family plan. This was in November.

2. How many this time?
ONE baby. And while learning this gave us an immediate sigh of relief, we both had to admit that seconds later, we realized that a tiny part of us would have been pretty happy to hear that there were two.

3. Is this pregnancy different than your first?
Yes. I’ve been sick every 3 hours around the clock and I was repulsed by anything sweet for the first 2 months. The latter part of that statement was actually far more devastating than the former. I can power my way through nausea any day, but staring at a plate of tiramisu and being completely incapable of even forcing it down? Come on now.

4. What are you hoping for?
A full term pregnancy yielding a healthy baby, of course. But If I had to choose a sex, it’d be a girl. This continues to baffle me as I have never had any interest in having a girl. Ever. Not that I don’t think girls are adorable, because I do. My issue has always been with the long term. Would I be ok with a daughter making the same choices I’ve made? How do I gain her trust? What if she hates everything I love? How do I make her know that that’s ok? How do I teach her about high school boyfriends when I never had a high school boyfriend?
****The above paragraph is completely irrelevant….it’s a BOY!****
(been sitting on this post for a while)

5. Are you done?
Not sure. This sort of depends on the sex of this baby. I’m almost certain S would want to have another either way. But for me, if this is a girl then I would be perfectly content to close up shop. We could adopt 10 babies, but the idea of repeatedly putting my body through the physical stress of pregnancy, repeat c-sections and other procedures that accompany my pregnancies gives my the heebie jeebies.