It’s hard to believe I’m already 17 weeks with baby number 3! Time is FLYING by. It feels like just yesterday I was at Target purchasing approximately 25 pregnancy tests and peeing on ALL of them. Maybe I should have stopped at the first digital one that clearly said “PREGNANT”. Which by the way, I took it in the bathroom at work because I wasn’t convinced all of the lines were telling me the truth. I went on to pee on the others just to make sure. Craziness. You can probably imagine all of the feelings that came over me seeing those positive tests.
Oh shit. That was the first thing that I said as I stood there looking at 25 pee filled sticks. Oh shit, I’m pregnant. Oh shit, that doctor was SO wrong when he said I would need treatments to conceive. If you don’t know, I have PCOS. Which stands for Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. A month before Madeleine was conceived I saw a specialist who ran all kinds of tests and told me he had no doubt that I would need fertility treatments when I was ready to have babies. It was heartbreaking but I left that appointment feeling better that I knew what was up. Obviously my body did a big F-YOU to that doc. 11 months after having Madeleine (with one PP period in between) Eloise came along, and here we are now.
I feel like that was important to point out because I’ve had some people question my announcement photo and if this baby was planned. In short- no, we didn’t plan for a baby in the sense that we knew tracked periods and ovulation. We talked about wanting a third but planning would turn into disappointment if it didn’t happen. My doctors called my pregnancies “spontaneous” and without a monthly period there was no guarantee it would happen again. I have two amazing little girls who I love more than anything in the world (who weren’t “planned” either) and would hate to walk about feeling disappointed that my body couldn’t make another. So instead we just went with it. I was eating healthy, working out and not even thinking about getting pregnant. But, oh shit, my body came through and made me another babe.
Which is why I feel like Oh Shit is the best way to describe all of the feelings I have. I’m going to have THREE kids, which means I’m outnumbered. There’s a 99.9% chance I’ll be driving a mini-van in a few months. C-section number 3 (more on that later). I’m in a new place without any family and barely any friends. One more time- mini vannnnnn.
Whew, that was a lot. So I will spare you all of the gross details of my first trimester (spoiler alert- I barfed in every bathroom I walked past, starbucks cups in the car, bushes and plenty of garbage cans). My second trimester has been a little bit nicer to me and at 17 weeks my biggest issue is my acid reflux. I can’t believe I’m just a few short weeks away from being half way. This babe isn’t hiding itself anymore and I totally look more pregnant this time around then I did with my other two. Are we thinking boy or girl growing in there?! Comment and let me know what you think!