Can't believe it has been so long since I have posted. A lot has gone on.
I am writing as a 25 week pregnant woman who is quite certain that this will be the last baby in my belly. I have been in and out of the hospital for hyperemisis, had my gallbladder removed, continued to be sick with "morning" sickness, and gotten colds and tummy bugs, car sick, and nose bleeds. But could be worse, the baby is healthy. My heart rate is still soaring with the medicine, I don't sleep despite being dead tired. I am not complaining, simply reminding future me of what it is like, so as to prevent future happenings. Because I will, one day, get baby fever, and perhaps regret the decision.
We found out we are having a girl. I think this is part of the reason. I so badly wanted another little boy. For my princess to remain my princess. Now we will have two princesses. Two sets of hair bows, and dresses, and hairs to brush. It is a good thing. I do not feel sad I am having a girl, just sad I am not having a boy. If it makes sense.
Obviously I, and everyone on the planet, belongs to the "as long as it's healthy" club. But gender disappointment is a real thing, and it's horrible of our society to act like it doesn't exist. It is normal, and some people will try to make you feel bad about it. "Well at least you have babies" or "Some people have 3 boys and would kill for a girl". Yeah yeah. Maybe in 13 years, they could have her too. Just kidding of course.
I am excited about meeting her. Planning everything is taking time because the pregnancy also falls around the Holiday season. I am trying not to stress about buying things, and have almost everything she could need at first. It's hard. I don't want to spend a ton of money on new things because her sister's stuff is good, but I want her to be her own identity enough to have some of her own things. Little miss middle child barely has new toys, mostly big brother's hand-me-downs. But why should it be any different. They are good toys.
We had our first early, to most people, and I now share this experience with what seems like half my graduating class. I also share it with lots of friends. Neat to watch everyone's bellies grow, and learn names of my little miss' classmates, and soon...see the babies. Can't wait for that part.
I may regret it one day, but I can't wait for the day to hold her on the outside. She will be loved.
I am writing as a 25 week pregnant woman who is quite certain that this will be the last baby in my belly. I have been in and out of the hospital for hyperemisis, had my gallbladder removed, continued to be sick with "morning" sickness, and gotten colds and tummy bugs, car sick, and nose bleeds. But could be worse, the baby is healthy. My heart rate is still soaring with the medicine, I don't sleep despite being dead tired. I am not complaining, simply reminding future me of what it is like, so as to prevent future happenings. Because I will, one day, get baby fever, and perhaps regret the decision.
We found out we are having a girl. I think this is part of the reason. I so badly wanted another little boy. For my princess to remain my princess. Now we will have two princesses. Two sets of hair bows, and dresses, and hairs to brush. It is a good thing. I do not feel sad I am having a girl, just sad I am not having a boy. If it makes sense.
Obviously I, and everyone on the planet, belongs to the "as long as it's healthy" club. But gender disappointment is a real thing, and it's horrible of our society to act like it doesn't exist. It is normal, and some people will try to make you feel bad about it. "Well at least you have babies" or "Some people have 3 boys and would kill for a girl". Yeah yeah. Maybe in 13 years, they could have her too. Just kidding of course.
I am excited about meeting her. Planning everything is taking time because the pregnancy also falls around the Holiday season. I am trying not to stress about buying things, and have almost everything she could need at first. It's hard. I don't want to spend a ton of money on new things because her sister's stuff is good, but I want her to be her own identity enough to have some of her own things. Little miss middle child barely has new toys, mostly big brother's hand-me-downs. But why should it be any different. They are good toys.
We had our first early, to most people, and I now share this experience with what seems like half my graduating class. I also share it with lots of friends. Neat to watch everyone's bellies grow, and learn names of my little miss' classmates, and soon...see the babies. Can't wait for that part.
I may regret it one day, but I can't wait for the day to hold her on the outside. She will be loved.
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