It has been weeks since I've written. The last few months have been sporadic at best and now I can confess why... I, once again, have baby brain! That's right, Danny and I have decided that it's time to add to our brood and Baby Ford #3 is due in June!
We are all very excited... Gracie especially. The day before I found out that I was pregnant, she very confidently stopped me in Walmart, put her hand on my belly and said "Mama, did you know you have a baby in there?" I denied it, and she said "Well, it's very, very little, but it's there!" Fast forward 24 hours, and I was thinking "Holy crap, we have a little fortune teller here!" Fast forward three more weeks (before we actually told her we were pregnant) and she said, "Mommy, did you know you have a baby in your belly? Hmmm... actually, there are two babies in there!" Roh-oh! Here's hoping her second prediction turns out to be wrong!! (And for the record, we only heard one tiny little heartbeat this morning at our appointment!)
Ella, for her part, couldn't really give a crap. She's taken to checking out her belly every now and then, but other than that, doesn't really grasp the concept of what's going on. She'll be nearly two when this baby is born, a full 6 months older than Gracie was, so I'm sure she'll get it by then. Then she'll be subjected to middle-child syndrome, where she will suddenly be less loved than her two siblings (sorry, Leslie, but I hear it's true!). Just kidding, Ella may be her own special being, but we will always love her just as much as the other two. Except when she's acting like the demon spawn of Satan. Kidding. Heh. Heh.
This pregnancy has been much the same as the first two, with a few glaring differences: While I had zero nausea with Gracie and Ella, I have had definite feelings of queasiness this time around. Mind you, they last mere minutes and then disappear so I can't really complain. I also developed my "pregnancy headaches" much earlier, and they seem to get worse with each baby (yay!). But the biggest difference (and the one that has Danny hoping that this baby is a boy) is my sudden aversion to... chicken wings! That's right... my favourite, go-to, must-have-at-least-weekly, food suddenly makes me want to barf. Not. Impressed. Weirdly enough, I have been craving tater tots of all things. I've never really eaten tater tots before, but I saw them in the store and had to have them! I've also eaten enough Mr. Noodle to fill my coffin with salt, but there's no arguing with a pregnant woman and her food cravings!
Work has been very supportive of this pregnancy (well, after we talked one of my bosses off a ledge and she told me no less than 10 times that "it's okay, I'll get through this, I'll be okay" - referring to herself, by the way, not me!), and I'm excited to say that I actually plan to take at least a full year of maternity leave this time around.
So this is going to be a big year for us. The last of the Ford children, a potential new house purchase, Danny's potential enrollment in University, and my embarkation on a full-fledged stay-at-home-mom adventure... should give me lots of new inspiration for writing. Well, when I'm not drooling, tripping over simple words, peeing for the 100th time in one day, eating tater tots, or sleeping, that is! Stay tuned... the Ford Family Adventures are about to get a lot more adventurous!
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