How time flies when you're having fun...and babies
I'd been an emotional roller coaster (that term really doesn't do me justice, just ask my husband), and I had continued to contribute it to the massive hormonal upheaval that the whole pregnancy/miscarriage process had wrought. Finally, one morning as I was driving home from delivering the LuckyBug (Son,now age 3, genius, comedian, some-times whiney butt, all around prince among toddlers) to my mom's house to play, I had to pull over and puke. Now, I'm not normally a puker. I hate it. With every fiber of my being. Which is easy to understand since I puke with every fiber of my being, it starts and my toes and I'm lucky if I still have my eye-brows (which isn't totally a bad thing, plucking, its just sooo much work) at the end of the pukage. So, I puked. Which made me stop, and think, hey, what's wrong with me? A quick stop at the local Wal-Greens, a difficult pee-on-demand later and hey, I know whats wrong. I'm knocked up again! A mere 8 weeks after suffering a miscarriage, I was again with child. I was shocked. I mean, I know how these things happen (contrary to what most people seem to think when they look at me), and I knew it was theoretically possible, but, come one. The Husband was very cautious when confronted via a hysterical phone call, not really sure how *I* was feeling about it. Me? I was feeling scared out of my ever lovin' mind. I was so very afraid it was a false-positive, some horrible last laugh had on me by my hormones run amuck from the lost pregnancy, and then I was so very afraid that I really was pregnant. If I was pregnant, I had to face the possibility that it could happen again, and I was in absolutely no place to handle that again. So, on Feb 19, 2009 I found myself once again in my doctors office, assuming the "position" and was assured that I was most decidedly pregnant. Also, come to find out, I wasn't just pregnant, I was 7 weeks pregnant! Meaning I conceived my child almost exactly 2 weeks to the day after I lost my previous baby. Shocking. To me at least. My doctor, he just looked at me and said, "well, what did you think would happen"?
So, that helped a lot to deal with the pain from losing my #2 baby that was due July, 2009. I was now carrying a tiny human who was due Oct, 2009, and I spent most of the next 9 months terrified that something would go wrong and I would lose this precious child too. I also spent a lot of those 9 months on the couch watching entirely too much Blues Clues with LuckyBug and eating Kit-Kats. Seriously. The cashiers at the drug store down the street got to know my husband on a first name basis as he was in there almost every single night buying me a few
Kit-Kats to polish off before bed. Yeah, they didn't do any wonders for my already whale-ish post-LuckyBug figure, but they did keep me from killing someone, so there's that.
On Oct 8, 2009, this beautiful baby girl entered our lives:
Of course, she didn't look quite that cute when she entered the world, but she sure got cute quick.
So, 2009 was a busy year for us, LuckyBug turned 2 in September, and PrincessBug joined us in October 2009. We managed to survive having 2 small humans for those first few months of hell, um, I mean the precious and treasured 3 months when you honestly learn the limits of human endurance that come after a newborn, and you learn at exactly which point those sleep-deprived hallucinations hit you.
By Spring 2010 things were rolling right along, I was even back to the other love of my life, soccer, and while far from the player I once was, I was getting there. I hoped. The Bug Babies were doing excellent, even if PrincessBug was having a little trouble with the concept of naptime (translation: we don't need Gitmo. Just make our political prisoners spent a couple of days with her, not napping, and they'd break like stale bread). She did however get an astounding grasp on the sleeping 12 hours at night, which was shocking. And ultimately led to this:
Yeah, that says "Thing 3". As in, a 3rd ThingChild following the previous 2. (Side note: Hubby and I make beautiful baby. We know it. What we lack in talent/redeeming human traits, we more than make up for in the "Good Baby Batter" category).
So, that picture was taken in Aug I believe, and this being the end of October, I'm infinitely larger, and staring down the barrel of a fast approaching holiday season and my end of January due date. The growth (rapid and huge) of my belly has prompted most strangers (and ok, family members) who see me out in pubic with the wee ones to say "Don't you know what causes that?". Ummm, its in the water, right?
So, to re-cap the last 2-4 years:
- I had LuckyBug on 9/11/07 (how's that for a birthday?). He's awesome. And gets more awesome every day.
- I lost TinyBug on 12/15/08.
- I discovered PrincessBug's presence on 2/12/09
- PrincessBug joined us 10/08/09 at a whopping 8 lbs 10 oz (and I had no drugs. I know. I'm a badass. Or a masochist. I can't decide.)
- BoyBug was discovered on 5/28/10, the day we left for our family vacation at the beach with all our relatives. No margaritas for me sadly.
-I lost my mind slightly 6/1-9/01/10 thanks to the hormones and trials of a first trimester and the slightly complicated PrincessBug and her reign of nap terrorism.
So, here we are. A bunch of other stuff happened in that time frame, most of which I can't remember because, hello, have you been reading? I have 2 children aged 3 and 1, and I'm pregnant. I don't remember what day it is. (It's Thursday, right?) Oh, one big thing I do vaguely remember. My husband? He wrote a book. Seriously. Go look. I dare ya. I'll have a whole post about THAT ordeal. Sheesh. But its awesome. And I don't say that lightly. I have no qualms about telling him what sucks. And I did. A lot. Sometimes I said it nicer. But not often. You can thank me for a small fraction of that awesomeness after you read it and wet your pants laughing.
Alright, shameless almost-self promotion aside, life has been busy, its been good, its been hard, its beat me down, its made me its bitch day in and day out. And I am so grateful for all I have been given. Maybe, if y'all are super lucky, I can stick around and update this thing on a regular basis. If you're really, really super lucky, maybe I can then keep the posts to less than 1 billion words. Maybe. I like to talk. Or write. Or type. Whatever this is.
Thanks so much for reading...assuming you stuck it out.
JuneBug Mama
posted by The Call Me Junebug @ 9:10 PM
2 Comments:
.... and the mystery just keeps going.......
As always, it is great to read an update from a person who I thought vanished off the face of the Earth.
However, I'm still waiting on that Facebook add. So much has changed in the last few years, wow, too much to put in this tiny little box...
Again... Facebook at X3316 dot Com
Don't be Shy, come on.. and Oh, I ordered a book about super hero's and stuff from Amazon.... Can't wait to see how much I relate to life experiences... :)
Hope you have a Very Merry Christmas! And, also hoping I can get you on the anniversary show in January.
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