Belly Shots, from 4mo-9mo
In April 2006, I turned 30. I woke up one morning that August with the strangest feeling. I couldn’t put my finger on it…what was this “feeling”?
What the hell is this?????
I turned to Bob, (we had never had this conversation) I was scared to even mention it. Bryce was turning 11, and Maeve had just turned 6. We had never planned a baby. We had never really talked about having a baby BEFORE being pregnant. How would he respond to this?
So I tell him one morning, “we need to talk about something”. He nods, and says he thinks he knows what I’m going to say. Oh please, men think they know everything, but there is NO way he’ll get this right. I said, “really, this is something you’d never expect from me”. He nods, and tells me he’s pretty sure he can guess. Of course I still doubt that he will get it right.
“I want to have another baby.” I said.
He tells me, “I knew it”.
Shocked, I asked him what he thought. His reply was “sure, let’s try.”
Now, I got pregnant twice by accident. Did we really think there would be much trying involved???
Cycle 1, beginning of September 2006. Project Baby is underway.
Cycle 1, end of September 2006. Mission complete.
Pregnant. 2 more tests confirm, pregnant. How about 1 more?
*happy dance! happy dance!* let the vomiting commence.
The first trimester was a gas. Gained over 25 pounds by the half way mark. It’s amazing you can gain so much weight while vomiting SO much.
At 20 weeks pregnant we had our ultrasound. I was so excited I could barely stand it. The baby had to be a boy. Yes, I’m positive. Completely and utterly sure this is a boy, because only a boy would torture me and force me to stare in a toilet day in and day out. Let’s name him Quinn. Perfect, love it.
The legs spread. Full eagle shot. I see a cheeseburger, and that means a girl.
I silently gasped. I could think of only 1 thing, another Maeve. Drama. Hormones. Uh oh. And her name, let’s call her Brinn. At least it rhymes.
The full 38 weeks I spent vomiting at home, at work, out and about, in the parking lot of Outback (damn those stupid bloomin onions!). School ended Memorial Day weekend and I was at my wits end with the pregnancy. But the worst part was that the baby wasn’t moving much. I didn’t remember this, and of course got paranoid. The dr couldn’t fit me in that day, “not an emergency, wait for your appointment on Thursday.” It was Monday. So I decided it would be a grand idea to have myself a tasty little castor oil shake. MMM. Rumor is, unless you’re “ready” it won’t work. The worst thing that could happen, I might puke again or god forbid get the shits.
Here’s the recipe.
2 oz castor oil
2 raw eggs
10-12 oz organic chocolate milk.
Mix and suck it down as fast as humanly possible. Better yet, plug your nose, suck through a straw, and remind yourself that this crap just might work.
I gagged a lot, but didn’t even pass gas. What a bummer. I cleaned the house and suffered through my typical obnoxious braxton hicks. Then something changed. Yep, this might just be labor. We took the dogs for a walk with the kids for 2 miles and I was in labor for sure.
Off to the hospital! I get there, and they decide they’re annoyed since I’m only 38wks pregnant and ONLY 3 cm dilated. The dr on call is a bitchbag, and I do not like her one bit. She tells me that I will most likely be going home in the morning. They knock me out with a hammer…I mean drug and I felt like utter shit. When I woke up, my favorite angel, Dr. Nicholson, came in. He said, “the baby isn’t moving around much, so we’re going to break your water and have a baby today, okay?” Ok? I love you! Yes, I really and truly love you. Break that water, let’s go!
My darling baby had her cord all wrapped up around her neck, her heartbeat was low all night, and the doctor said most like THAT was the reason she wasn’t moving. Sometimes, no- more than that, mom’s intuition is correct when something is not right.
Miss Brinn Margeaux was born on the most appropriate day for a witch like me.
Tuesday, 6.6.6 at 4 pm on the dot. 7lbs 5oz.