Good Lord, where has the time gone? I’m already in the third trimester – three weeks into the third trimester to be exact. This also means that we’re in single digits for weeks left. November still seems so far away but it’s approaching really fast. That’s good news for the election since we’ll finally be over that, but it’s bad news for our baby preparedness!
But, there has been some progress. Baby Girl’s room has been painted a lovely shade of yellow (Honey Pot to be exact), we’ve ordered the crib, the car seat has already arrived and we went baby girl clothes shopping. With Rex, I had to be practically dragged to the baby clothes section and even then refused to get more than a few things since even I in my denial that we would take home a living child understood that on the off chance that we did, he would need to be clothed. This time was much easier and much more calculated. We knew what we needed and what sizes would probably work. And, holy crap, little girl clothes are so freaking adorable. I did draw the line at animal print, though. I will not outfit my newborn in leopard print. When she’s old enough to make fashion decisions, she can wear leopard, zebra and tiger print all in the same outfit, but for now, hell no.
As the belly grows (and grows and grows), sleep has become harder and harder to come by. I’m not the only one affected either. With Rex, I developed a terrible snoring problem that drove Mr. X to the other bedroom every night. It’s officially started again and I frequently wake up in the middle of the night alone in the bed, except for the kitty who doesn’t mind my snoring. There’s also the pee thing, the limited position thing, the funky dreams. But, all par for the course and totally welcome if it means baby stays put until it’s time.
I’ve also had the incredibly ironic post-partum birth control talk with my OB. Mr. X and I are pretty convinced that this will be the last baby for us. I know, I know, I said Rex would be our last one. But, this time, we’re both pretty certain. I’m 36 and being pregnant isn’t as easy as it was even at 33. Plus, we never had designs for more than two kids anyway. And, with this child, we finally managed to do what we set out to do in the first place – have an unassisted conception. This has also been the emotionally normal pregnancy that I didn’t have with Rex and it’s been wonderful. In that respect, Baby Girl is our victory baby.
I made the mistake of sharing this discussion with my mother who shared it with my father who offered his very unsolicited advice that my husband should get a vasectomy. Mr. X and I talked about getting him snipped but one of us is firmly against the idea, and it’s not who you think it would be. No, Mr. X is perfectly fine with it. I’m the one who is adamant that he shouldn’t get a vasectomy. There are a number of reasons why I want him to keep his fertility intact – what if I die and he marries someone else who he wants to have kids with? What if we do want to have more kids down the line and IVF is our only way to go? It’s a whole lot easier when the sperm factory is still churning.
So, once the girl arrives, I will either have a tubal ligation if I happen to have a C-section, which is not currently planned, or I will go in later for the Essure procedure. Full circle, we have come.
a.k.a.mrs.x 