Since there seem to be a few people who forget completely that I’m pregnant again, I thought I’d give a quick update on how things are going. I’m sixteen weeks along now- that’s four weeks until halfway! I’m still taking medication for my nausea as I can’t quite seem to quit without consequences. I had an appointment on Tuesday and my doctor said that I’m measuring closer to eighteen weeks, although that happened with Erik and then the ultrasound said he was due later. I have my ultrasound in two weeks and then I’ll know a bit more about whether I’m due at the beginning of May or the middle.
My appointment went so well that as my doctor was writing “low risk” on my chart, she said she was thinking about writing “boring”. She’s said in the past that I’m a baby machine, and seeing as how I like having them, I don’t mind being called that in the least. She is going to be out of town in December, so I won’t be going back to see her until January – a six week break rather than four as usual. I don’t mind that as I don’t have any concerns about this pregnancy.
My actual pregnancy is not showing much, but rather pushing all the excess stomach weight upwards and out. So I look pregnant, but my womb is actually still very much concealed. I blame all the excess weight on all the food I’ve been eating to keep myself from getting sick. It’s a bit of a downer at times, but I know it’s only for a season.
Anyway, that’s that. “Boring”. I’m sure things will get more interesting as I start to show and feel the baby more (I have been feeling it for a few weeks now, but very faintly). I’m looking forward to both – and hopefully no more than another twenty-four weeks of pregnancy. 
Okay, you’re expecting it, so I’m sure it’s not a surprise…or you’ve already heard it somewhere else, but I’m pregnant! I’m really tired and sick as a dog (or as sick as a really sick dog who has a sore stomach all day every day and can’t even throw up to feel better). I still can’t figure out why my morning sickness gets worse with every pregnancy….or at least it was worse from my second to my third and now from my third to my fourth. I was sick with Jenny, but nothing like this, and with Elias I just had to eat all the time and I felt pretty good. I actually feel like that would almost work with this one, but I can’t stay on top of eating all of the time. I think I’m okay and then suddenly I’m hungry and in trouble again.
We found out on September 6th, which was Elias’s third birthday, making it an even more memorable day. I was a little bit late and coffee was making my stomach hurt a bit, so I thought I’d just take a test since I have a bunch of cheap ones. I was actually quite surprised to get a positive result. It was fun to surprise Mike – calling him into the bathroom telling him there was something he’d want to see. Because I wasn’t feeling too bad, I figured it would be a good opportunity to keep it a secret for a while. And then I hit week six and things got nasty on me. We told my family right away just because they don’t live here and finally told Mike’s parents on Thursday when we were talking to them about the timing of our cruise. We have to go by the second week in January or I’ll be too pregnant to be accepted on the ship. Not only that, but if we go this in November or December, there is a risk of still dealing with morning sickness.
Anyway, that’s my big news. I’m due May 11th (or thereabouts) and while my boys don’t get it, Jenny is thrilled with this news. It’s nice that someone is jumping up and down about it, since no one has really reacted that way since I was pregnant with Jenny. It’s nice news, but never quite as exciting as the first (to other people, anyway). But Jenny wants a sister so bad and is determined that this is a sister…I don’t know what she’ll do if it’s another boy!
Filed under: Art, Nine Months, The H Word | Tags: babies, craft fair, knitting
Well, as my sister-in-law put it, it was more like a craft FAIL. I like that. It’s true.
Apparently, people who go to craft fairs in this town like Tupperware and fleece sheet sets (excuse me, but if you’re going to call it a “craft” fair, why on earth would you allow Tupperware and sheet people to have tables?!?) and would rather not buy hand knitted useful items. My sister-in-law sold three pairs of mittens, one of them to someone we know and the other two to people with loads of money in hand. I, however, sold only one small green coin purse to a ten year old boy who had previously spent hours wandering by our table, trying to be nonchalant about it, fingering the little thing and looking it over. I wondered what his obsession was with it – after all, knitted coin purses don’t seem to be something that little boys would want to buy. But, as Lacey said, little boys do funny things. And I suppose that it was the one piece that I had that was somewhat masculine looking – a nice earthy green with a wood looking button. The buyer then spent the next hour or so repeatedly removing and replacing it in the back pocket of his jeans. Oh, how I do love little boys sometimes – he reminded me of my little brother in the times that I got along with him.
Anyway, thank goodness for my mother-in-law, who came by early on, picked out the things she liked and then said if they didn’t sell, she’d buy them from us. She picked out three pairs of Lacey’s mittens and wouldn’t you know it – out of the ten she had and the three that sold, two pairs were ones that Mom wanted. She picked out two of my coin purses and one handbag and in the end, I made twenty-four dollars total (the little boy managed to pick the very cheapest thing I had – he spent two dollars on it). It felt a bit like a pity purchase on her part, but she says she’s thinking of them as gifts, so I’ll try not to read into it any different than that. I am pretty proud of my work, so I shouldn’t feel bad about it; it just felt a bit funny selling things to my mother-in-law.
I have officially not knitted in twenty-eight hours now, probably the longest break I’ve had in three weeks. I plan to take the next week off and clean. Yes, clean. My house has completely gone to pot while I’ve been knitting my fingers off, and while I have projects to finish, I’d rather finish them when my house is in better shape. This almost physically hurts me, thinking of cleaning, but it simply must be done. Christmas is coming quickly (our family drew names for gifts today, so I know it’s not too far off) and when it is here, the house will not be able to stand up to the barrage of stuff that inevitably comes with it, so it may as well start off looking decent.
In other news, I’m going to have another nephew or perhaps a niece at last! Lots of people who have heard the news don’t seem very excited, as my sister-in-law did just have a baby six months ago, but I couldn’t be happier for them. If the dates are correct, they will have the same space between their first two kids as I have between mine, and I have really enjoyed it. Most people in our society would call us crazy and say we’re damaging our children because we can’t give them enough time on their own, yada yada yada, but I think it’s been great for my kids – they are such good friends even now. I can only hope that Alaina feels the same way once she’s experienced it.
Oh, yes, I have my purse pictures posted on Flickr – right here. Now you can see what nobody here wanted to buy.
One thing we observed was that the purple purse with the pink pom poms was repeatedly touched and almost everyone who touched it said the same three words: “Oh, how cute,” and then walked away. Apparently it was so cute that they just couldn’t bear to buy it. How nice.
Michele reminded me this morning that I haven’t written here since I started my new blog. I’m pretty sure that I’ll focus most of my attention there while I’m pregnant..but if anything comes to mind that’s more messy housewife minded, I’ll write it here. I don’t feel like writing in one place for eight months and then switching back is exactly the best way to do it, so I’ll try to find a balance. But, for now, the new blog is HERE. Enjoy.
