And then there was, um… four.

Posted by E-George on February 28, 2010

There is little nobility in hint and innuendo. And, there is even less nobility in blathering every inconsequential experience. However, there is the rare occasion when hint, innuendo, and blathering coalesce into a beautiful opportunity to say this:

We’re pregnant again and due in mid October. This was sort of a surprise, but not really considering how much time I’d been spending standing downwind of Matthew lately. (hee hee)

It’s too early to know what it is, but I’m not a huge fan of ultrasounds so unless there’s a medical reason to have one we won’t be getting one and therefore won’t be finding out the sex. We’re using the same midwife as before, and we’re definitely trying for another home birth (fingers crossed!).

Now, while I’m wild with joy about the prospect of a MiniSack 2.0, my delight has been tempered (read: squashed flat) by a raging case of The Sickness which took hold on Friday and doesn’t show any signs of letting up. Matthew has been a total rock star and has taken care of everything he possibly can, whilst and at the same time juggling some very tremendous work obligations. Today it looks like the saving grace will be Gatorade and no-salt Saltines (Thanks for the tip, Anna!). This, plus as much time spent laying down as humanly possible. Fortunately, this weekend Matthew was able to let me spend more than 98% of my time laying in bed dry heaving while he did, frankly, everything. Tomorrow will be a different story since he has to go to work and concentrate so I’ll need to, as they say, cowgirl up and push through. I’m confident that we can get through this nasty phase as a team, only slightly scuffed up with a small amount of dirt and weeds in our hair.

By my estimates we’re only 6-7 weeks along. And, by that estimate we have at least 7-10 more weeks of The Sickness to endure. I’m praying with all my might that this won’t be one of those perpetually sick pregnancies like some of my beloved fellow moms have experienced. I have hope. And faith. Hope that I won’t puke tomorrow, but faith that there will be a toilet nearby to rest my head on when I do.

This part sucks giant sweaty donkey balls and there’s no nicer way to say it. But, the pay off is a sweet, cuddly, beautiful little critter that will bring just as much light into this house as Evelyn has and give Evelyn a real baby to kiss instead of just the one in the mirror. We absolutely can’t wait to meet the new Lentil. We just have to muscle through this part of it.

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