The Kid Has Arrived

Pregnancy Update, 15 weeks

As of yesterday, I’m now in my 15th week. I don’t look very pregnant, and I don’t feel particularly pregnant either. To be honest, I don’t think very much about it at all right now. Matt was teasing me a few weeks ago when I spaced on my first nuchal ultrasound appointment and had to reschedule it, joking that I was really phoning this pregnancy in.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatically happy about the prospect of a new baby joining us. I am! But right now, at this point, it’s at the back of my head. I’m much more focused on trying to keep Kid No.1 occupied so he’s not tearing shit up all day long. We decided to try to send Milo to preschool next fall for 2 days a week. He’s such an active little kid, and I think he might really enjoy the chance to be active instead of sitting around here with his 3 month old sibling and a tired mama. We’re trying to sign up for preschool tours, fill out all their stupid applications and send them in, although now I’m stressing that we won’t get into any school that we can afford. Basically, I’ve got a life going on here that I’m trying not to flake on. I think I’m pretty lucky that this pregnancy has, more or less, been easy enough on me so far that I don’t have to dwell on it too much.

Also, honestly, I think it might be better for me not to think about the actual fact that I’m going to have another baby in about 4.5 months because I’m afraid if I do, I’ll start freaking out about the prospect of another baby who doesn’t sleep through the night for 12 months, another baby who struggles so much with breastfeeding that my life was a living hell for 6 very long weeks, another baby who only took two 45 minute long naps for months and months. My logic is that if I don’t think about having another baby, I can keep a serene, distant image in my head of a smiling, sleeping, happily nursing baby.

I’m making a trip into the city on Thursday to the herbal store so I can buy the ingredients for my hippie lady pregnancy tea. I guess I’m going to start listening to my hypnobabies tracks during Milo’s nap time next week. I haven’t gained any weight so far, thanks to the 4 weeks of pregnancy-related nausea that I had, although I have finally started to pop out a little. I’m not wearing maternity clothes yet, thank god. I’d like to put that off as long as possible!

15 week belly shots:

With the right shirt on, you’d never suspect I was pregnant. (Excuse the smudges…Milo loves to lick the mirror because he is a disgusting little thing.)