It suddenly hit me this weekend that I am going to have a baby. A real baby.
For those of you reading who are new to this blog, I have been virtually pregnant since January 2007. My first miscarriage was in March, I was pregnant again by June, lost twins in July, and then was pregnant again in October. So I have been pregnant for the last 12 out of 16 months. And I still have seven weeks (give or take a few) to go.
Somebody get a Grey Goose martini with extra olives ready for me, will you??
But I’m also really nervous. I’ve been pretty used to being pregnant, but it’s been so long in coming that the thought of actually having the baby seems crazy. What will Kenny think? Will I ever have a date night with my husband again? Will this one nurse every two hours for forty minutes like Kenny did? With Kenny’s exuberant nursing needs, I read nearly two books a week and knew the entire Food Network programing schedule by heart. What will I do this time around? Read to Kenny? Let him watch endless TV and DVDs? Will he suddenly learn to play by himself every time I sit down to nurse?
I’ve been reading several blogs lately by women who have just had their second baby, who have kids Kenny’s age. It’s been encouraging, and I know that it will all work itself out, but it’s hard to picture it right now…
In other news, I don’t think I wrote previously about the chaos we’ve been through at our house as of late. A few weeks ago, we discovered some cracking in part of our foundation, and after a visit from a structural engineer, we ended up having to have one side of our house jacked up two and a half inches and a steel beam inserted below to keep it from slipping again. Yikes. Three nights ago we noticed that the alarm on our sump pump was going off, and we unplugged it. Meaning to plug it right back in after we’d woken up in the morning. But we woke up and left on a trip, and forgot. When we saw a weather report for our area that included flooding, we called a friend to go check on our house. He ended up spending five hours trying to jerry-rig the broken sump pump to save our house from being flooded. He is a saint. We called the contractor who has worked on our house many times before (and who still has a key!) and he came over today to replace it. He is also a saint. What would we do without these two incredible guys in our lives?? Come home to a house full of water, that’s what… In the meantime, our neighbor is keeping a hawk-like watch on things. Disaster averted.
By the way… I’ll write soon about the trip we are on… It’s our first ever trip with other friends with little kids. Now that’s adventure.