Sticky Tape

I have to say that I have been away for a while, but it's because I feel like anything and everything challenging is somehow finding and sticking to me. We found out that we are expecting baby #3 the day after Cupcake, my oldest daughter's, third birthday in September. Though we knew we were wanting another babe, it did come as a bit of a surprise because we were hoping to aim for January '12. The silly thing is that we know how babies are made, so it shouldn't really be to much of a shock. I mean, let's be honest! However, I must be fertile Myrtle because it happened quick and I can narrow it down. It was a busy month with my husband working almost 60 hour work weeks and his grandmother visiting.
Anyway, three days after her birthday, I was on my way to the hospital for 3 liters of fluids and three rounds of anti-nausea medicine for the worst stomach bug I have ever had. Of course it went around and even hit my eldest princess three times until I took every single thing that my girls touch and bleached it. Talk about burning your nostrils!
I started to quickly think I might be having a boy because the morning/afternoon/evening/night sickness kicked in pretty quickly. I never had much past exhaustion with both my girls. One time I think my husband even said I looked green I was so ill. Week 13 brought amazing relief from ickyness, but also brought pregnancy induced tachycardia. Lovely!
I was sitting one morning tying my daughter's shoe and my pulse was 110 and my breath eluded me. I finally went to a cardiologist when I was hyperventilating while driving Cupcake to MDO. The sono of my heart and the EKG showed a heart that would tick well in to my senior life. So, there is nothing I could do, but listen to my body, slow down, and sit down. Unfortunately, this ended my hopes of exercising through the pregnancy. So, I have gained much more weight than I wanted. Double edged sword, I failed my first glucose test. So, I changed my eating habits and passed the three hour. Drats! I said this was my last pregnancy and I could eat what I wanted. Wrong!
So here I am now in my third trimester with a baby that looks like he's been due for a couple months now. I don't know if that's a c-section thing or if it's the two hernias and diastasis that Cupcake and Sunshine gave me. We have scheduled my c-section and the rest of my appointments. It feels like I'm finally seeing the end of the tunnel! Woohoo! I don't have small babies, so the last month is probably going to get really, really uncomfortable. However, I can do anything knowing that I am being blessed with a healthy baby boy. I am ever thankful for all my precious babies! I mean, how bad can it be when my 3 1/2 year old tries to help me pull up my fun, stretchy pants and my 21 month old loves to tear of toilet paper for me. I think I've broken her of trying to actually help me wipe! They both love to cuddle and "beep" my popped belly button. They both know brother's name and where he is. And, they love to be silly, giggly, goofy girls. Which is exactly what their momma needs to get "unstuck" from the sticky tape of life's challenges.