Finally Some Real News

I think I have failed to mention this so far, but I am pregnant again. I am due the last week in May. This is good because I am a teacher and will therefore have the whole summer off to be mommy. It is bad because that is the last week of school. It is hard enough for a real teacher to keep a semblance of order that week. I would hate to have to be a sub trying to handle the little monsters.

The first trimester was rough. I did a lot more throwing up with this one than I did with the last one. And I was working a full time, stressful, demanding job, where last time I was working a part time, low stress job–working for a friend who was very understanding if I wanted to come in late or not at all due to sickness. Somehow we got through it. Although my adoring husband spent a lot of the time begging that we never do this again. I guess he isn’t fond of living with a beast.

Second trimester for me is usually cake. The sickness stops, the libido increases (I know you wanted to know that), and I don’t yet feel like Barbra manatee. It is also when I start feeling the baby kick and when we have the ultrasound.

With our last ultrasound, the baby was very cooperative, not shy in the least. Luckily, this baby was the same. It sat very still with its legs and body in a great position for the technician to easily point out her little woman bits. That’s right, we’re having a baby girl.

This was very exciting because we already have three of her four names picked out. Yes we are crazy enough to give a girl four names. She will be called Cecilia (Sp) after her aunt and great grandma Cecilia on daddy’s side, Laurel after her mommy and great grandma on mommy’s side, then some family Maori name that we haven’t yet decided on.

It was also a little sad because it means this will be our last child. We agreed before we were married that we would have two kids if they were different genders and three if they were the same. I was hoping for a boy so I could get three, but I’m still very excited for a little girl. And honestly, at this point, it’s hard to be disappointed about not ever having to be pregnant again.