30 weeks. Kind of a significant marker in the pregnancy. Pretty much, it's gone fast. Here's what's going on with me right now. Braxton Hicks like cuh-raaaaaazy! They come often and I get some pretty strong ones that make me pause. Nothing painful yet, but certainly uncomfortable. I have good and bad sciatic days. One day I can barely walk, stand up, or sit down without wanting to cry, and others it barely even bothers me. Any signs of reflux are just about gone. I started on Prevacid several weeks ago and it's been a lifesaver!! I've been feeling pretty much good and chipper recently.
But this last week I may have hit the downward slope. I've been mega uncomfortable and so so moody. I am tired and cranky. I feel gigantic. This big belly just seems to be getting more and more in the way, and it bugs me. I cannot find a position to relax in ever. My back is killing me. Lambert sits up pretty high (as did the other two) so it's almost impossible for me to sit without feeling like I'm crushing something. I swear this kid gets his hands on my bladder, squeezes and twists. I have never in my life felt the kind of pressure he puts on it! I still have nasty red splotches on my face that have been there since about 6 weeks. They move around my lovely little face, and have found a greatly attractive spot under my nose and across the top of my mouth. Seriously, I'm so ugly. The weather has been pretty pleasant, but we've had a couple hot days that made me so extra fat and swollen. And the two little boys I chase after all day wear me out in every way possible.
Those two little boys have also helped this whole thing go by pretty dang fast, though. It's crazy how different each pregnancy can be. Not just the physical part, but having 2 kids while pregnant has been so completely different than having just one. It's enough to keep me busy and not focusing on the pregnancy so much. It often seems like I won't feel Lambert all day long until that evening when I'm sitting down on the sofa and taking the time to notice. But he's definitely starting to take up lots of space and let me know he's there. Still pretty quiet compared to the other two, and while both Owen and Sam totally loved my left side, Lambert is always on my right. When I'm sitting, I can now watch my stomach bounce all over the place. It's pretty fun. And pretty amazing. Third time around, and that part still doesn't get old; the miracle of a real live little person inside of me. So weird.
Sam continues to talk about and ask about Lambert. Owen has even picked up on the whole thing a bit, too; as best he can, anyway. He was sitting next to me one evening on the sofa drinking his milk, when he randomly just patted my tummy and said "Baby in 'ere." It was the first time he'd ever made any sort of acknowledgement about it, and it came out of nowhere, all on his own. I thought it was pretty sweet. O also gets that his old room is now the baby's room. Every time we go up for nap or bed, he points and tells me, "No Owen's room, dat's Baby room." One time he did run in there, and ask me, "Where da baby?!" so I reminded him Baby was still in my tummy and he just giggled.
So, I'm also feeling pretty anxious about this THIRD baby deal. It's just so very strange. I know I panicked before Owen, too, and wondered what it would be like. Then it just happens, and that's your new life, and you never look back. But I'm still pretty much terrified. Owen has a very different personality from Samuel, who is so independent and carefree, and has always preferred Daddy to me, anyway. O, on the other hand, is much more needy and demanding. He loves his Mommy, to say the least, and has a melt down if I dare step out of sight. I see a lot of changes and adjusting ahead!! I also know how much I struggle just to stay on top of the basics here at home, and by basic I'm not even including a clean kitchen and having the laundry done. Plus the boys are on a rotten sleep schedule. They are both up by 6:45 at the latest. It kills me. It makes for crazy long and tiring days. I swear they need more sleep, but no one else seems to believe me. If Sam is up that early, I want him in bed at 7. But that never happens. Owen at least still naps, so if he's sleeping from 12:30 or 1 until 4, I'm not going to put him to bed at 7 when Sam should be ready. And I don't think Sam should get to stay up as late as Owen if he isn't napping. It's just a big mess right now, and it's really taking a toll on me, so I can't even imagine what it's going to be like when we add in being up every 2 hours at night with the baby. And I don't seem to make easy babies. I have pretty high maintenance kids. So that worries me, too.
But all at the same time, I am very excited to meet this little Lamb and sometimes all I want is to look at his little face and hold him in my arms. I am looking forward to seeing what he brings to our family. So far, Samuel and Owen have each brought a very different light into our home. I am confident Lambert will have his own special place here with all of us.
) The boys were ready to get out, say hello to the dogs, and get playing in Mormor’s toys closet. When W got home, it was good to get some delicious hot broccoli cheese soup before sending the boys to bed early and knocking myself out with Nyquil.
