Crazy Pregnancy Dream- Irish Triplets

Before I ever got pregnant with Anna, I had heard tons about the awful and weird stuff that happens when you have a baby.  The stretch marks.... the weight gain.... the cravings.... heartburn..... nausea..... etc.  But for everything you do hear about, there are about 5 other really odd things that you don't hear about.  One of the strangest to me is crazy pregnancy dreams.  And I am talking c-r-a-z-y!  Crazy like waking up in a cold sweat with a parched mouth kind of crazy.  Crazy like sometimes so crazy I can't get it out of my head and therefore can't go back to sleep crazy.

I thought it might be fun to document them here on the blog- for your reading pleasure.

Crazy Pregnancy Dream:  Irish Triplets

So, I find out that I am pregnant with twins at my 20 week ultrasound.  I'm totally freaking out and trying to adjust to the idea, when the ultrasound tech sees a third little bubble on the screen.

"Hmmm...." she says.  "Well, it looks like we have something else here.  A THIRD baby!"

"WHAT!" I begin gasping for air.

The look on her face is confusion mixed with concern, and she calls one of the doctors in to examine the ultrasound.

"Ah yes," the doctor says.  "It seems you ovulated again sometime around your 10th week of pregnancy, and you must have conceived again.  This third baby is measuring 10 weeks behind the other two."

"But I thought when you got pregnant, you didn't ovulate anymore until after the baby was born!!!" I practically scream, "How can this be???"

The doctor assures me that, although this is a rare occurence, it's actually more common than you would think.  I'm horrified as I scan my brain trying to remember if I've ever seen an article about this on babycenter.com.

While Dave stands there with a stupidly happy grin on his face, the doctor further explains that I will deliver the twins first, then 10 weeks later, I'll just deliver the 3rd baby.

"BUT I'M A PLANNED C-SECTION!!!"

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem," the doctor is almost laughing now at my naivety.  

"So I'm gonna have TWO C-sections in 10 weeks????"

Everyone in the room is calm and cool about this situation, while I'm freaking out.  In fact, as we tell more people- family and friends- no one seems shocked at all, and many call it a "blessing".

I wake up in a cold sweat and, even though I'm pretty sure it's impossible, I silently vow to not let Dave near me for the next 28 weeks for fear he might accidentally conceive another little blessing.  or two.

Hello in there!

Newest Peanut on the scene

We had an ultrasound about a week ago, and it was great to see the newest little bug jumping around on the screen.  And by jumping, I mean JUMPING!  The ultrasound tech said "Whoa, we got a mover over here!  I hope your daughter can keep up!"  Ha Ha, I thought- if she only knew!  Anna's been an active kid since birth, which really keeps me on my toes.  But the plus side is that she's always slept well at both naptime and nighttime, so hey, maybe I'll get another great sleeper!  (more wishful thinking!)

You really should have seen this baby moving- it was incredible.  This picture does not do it justice.  at all.  We were seeing arms and legs swinging all around and the baby was actually rocking itself!

That period of time after you take the pregnancy test but before you start to show can be pretty unsettling because you might find yourself thinking "Am I really pregnant?"  Of course, there's the tiredness and the nausea, and not to mention the crazy pregnancy dreams--- but for the most part, you can't feel anything.  In fact, I was so paranoid that I actually took another pregnancy test the night before the ultrasound just to confirm!

But anywho, all went well and seeing the peanut got me out of the slump I was in for the most part--- away from focusing too much on all the difficult things about being pregnant and on to that great little reason why I'm doing this.

Sometimes it amazes me when I think about another one.  I get to thinking about whether he or she will have that same red hair, whether they will have the same mannerisms, the same laugh.... and then I think about all the things that will be different- that stuff that I can't even dream up before I know this little person.

Here we go again... (or, why I've been too friggin tired to write anything in the past 11 weeks)

Well, the word is out--- Baby Mc #2 is due May 9!  We're all very excited and can't wait for the arrival of... more chaos! 

And, as my title explains, I've just been too tired to write anything while trudging through this first trimester.  This part is what I remember most vividly about being pregnant with Anna--- I was sooooo exhausted all the time in those beginning months.  I had just gotten laid off when I was about only 4 weeks pregnant, so although my plan was to look for another job right away, I spent much of my time on the couch, intermittently dozing through marathons of Rock of Love.  By the time I got that second trimester burst of energy, my belly had popped and I was starting to show--- and a baby bump is not exactly the best accessory to take with you on a job interview.  Thankfully, after scrutinizing our spending habits and redoing the budget, Dave and I decided that I could do the stay-at-home mom thing, and I was able to do it starting, like, now. 

And so I indulged in the second trimester energy!  What a gift!  I planned Anna's room out, and painted pictures to decorate her walls, I shopped around for furniture and registered for baby necessities.  It was a great time (before the hell that is the third triemester).

So, I recently commented to my mommy friends about looking forward to that second trimester energy burst, and two who had recently had their second babies laughed, explaining that I'll be chasing Anna around, so don't get too excited for it. 

Ughh..... I am sliding into second here and I'm really hoping they're wrong.  But I'm hopeful.... sort of. 

Meh.

Anywho, another reason I haven't written much of anything is because my brain is officially back in mommy mush mode- not that it ever fully recovered from the last go around.  I have a ton of blog post ideas swirling around in this head of mine, but when I try to type them out, it's just a big ole' jumbled mess.  Call me a perfectionist, but I just don't want to put any crap out there.  The internet is already full of crap.

So, if this post hasn't already sounded miserable to you, wait--- there's more!  Here's a list of things I really didn't mind during the first pregnancy but now make my skin crawl and/or upset me this time around:

1. Everytime I see someone, being greeted with a "Heeeeyyyy.... how ya feelin?'" along with a sympathetic nod.  I'm probably over-analyzing- ok, hormonally speaking, I know I am- but this greeting says "Wow, hon, do you feel as crappy as you look?"  In my future encounters, I'm hoping for a more positive spin on the question, like "How's it goin'?" (said with a smile), or "You look too fantastic to be pregnant!  I would never guess that you're spending all your free time propped on a couch cushion feeling too nauseous to eat anything while simultaneously ravenous for a Big Mac!  Have you been working out this whole time, because I know you'd have to get those biceps at the gym, not just from flexing your thumb to smack the On Demand button of your remote so that Yo Gabba Gabba is on a continuous loop for your wiley 2 year old!  Someone call the fire department to quell these flames because this Mama is H-O-T!" 

You know... something like that.

2. Having my belly rubbed.  This, thankfully, hasn't happened yet, but I'm pretty sure the first sign of a bump is going to shine like a lighthouse beacon for people to start the rub down.  The first time around, it irritated me a little, but I was still naively unaware of how much my body would become public property, so I relished in the attention.  Now?  Yes, I know, thank you, there's a baby in there, but the flesh you are caressing is still that of the mother. 

I don't like people touching me to begin with- I don't do massages....  In fact, one of my pet peeves is those people who casually give others neck massages--- what possesses someone to do that anway?  As if it's a completely appropriate addition to any conversation?  I had it happen just a few weeks ago- I was at a party when a friend walked up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.  He wasn't hitting on me or anything like that- he's just, you know.... one of these people I guess.  One of those people that think this intrusion is somehow widely accepted behavior.  Was there something about my demeanor and body language that said "Oooo I'm so tense.  I wish someone would just rub away all this tension right-here-right-now!!"  And what, exactly, is one supposed to do in this situation if they did not welcome the advance?  Pull away in digust?  Casually swat the hands away?  If you're a massage-giver, let me be the first to tell you that over half the population just thinks you're creepy.  (and that's like, a real statistic.  probably.  seriously, just stop.)

So anyway, if you see my baby bump a'comin' your way, please keep your hands to yourself.

3. Not having the energy to keep up with Anna.  Aw.... this one makes me totally sad.  Like, shed a tear hormonal sad.  She's such a cool kid, and these past few months, between the basement project and now me just being tired and lame all the time, they've just been rough.  She is a little sponge who absorbs so much new information every single day and she loves to learn.  I only really pull it together and heave myself out of the house almost every day just to keep her happy and entertained. 

But I'm also not going to beat myself up if she spends extra time in front of the boob tube during this time.  When we were all little, there weren't mommy groups and playdates 2 and 3 times a week, and tumbling classes and art classes for toddlers and swim time at the Y and planned art projects at home.  If it was sunny and warm, there was the backyard and Kool Aid.  If it was rainy, snowy, or just too cold outside, there were crayons, tv, and barbie dolls.  And there wasn't On Demand and multitudes of kid-friendly channels to choose from 24 hours a day- it was Nick Jr. in the morning, which turned into Nickelodean after lunch, which turned into Nick at Nite after dinner.  And if your favorite show was Smurfs, well, tough cookies, because they were only on Saturdays, not RIGHTNOW.  We all learned at a young age how to rewind The Little Mermaid 15 times a day in our VHS rewinder that was shaped like a red Corvette, and you couldn't just skip to your favorite "chapters" unless you were Billy the Kid with the FWD button on the VCR.  Plus, these days, it seems like every show (other than SpongeBob) has an educational element to it.  Anna learns Chinese from Kai Lan and how to count to 10 from Elmo---- so yea, I think she'll be just fine.  Because, as the Nick Jr. of 2011 happily exclaims for guilt-ridden moms everywhere:  "It's like Preschool on TV!"

So, readers, get ready, because what you got today is just a tiny taste of what might be to come in the following months from my blog.  Scattered thoughts with intermittent hormonal bursts resulting in wayward rants!  If you choose to unsubscribe from me until after babe #2 has been fully weaned from my bosoms and my hormones are back in check, I completely understand.

But if this slice of crazy is the kind of thing you enjoy, fantastic!  Because really?  I can't be blamed.  I'm pregnant, yo.  See, there's one thing I'm looking forward to- blaming everything on the pregnancy!  Hey, and OMG, I just thought of something!  You readers can totally turn my blog into a drinking game!  Everytime I blame something on my hormones, take a drink!  See?  Totally fun. 

Look at me- Such a nurturer- looking out for you all.

 

And I do hope you all stick around... I'm pretty sure it's going to be a fun ride.  <3

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