We’ve barely kicked off Blogmas and here I am dropping a bombshell on you guys. Yes, the headline is true. I promise it’s not clickbait. I’m pregnant with baby number three!
What? Where? When? How?
Girl, I have all the same questions.
But, let’s back up real quick so I can try and break this down.
When did I find out that I was pregnant with baby number three?
It was July 17, 2022. I’ll never forget that date for other reasons, but that’s also the day I found out I was pregnant with baby number three. At this point, I actually figured I was pregnant about a week or so prior, but I never got around to taking a pregnancy test. Being recently diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) months earlier, and having a history of irregular periods, I really just brushed off the symptoms.
It was a Sunday, and the kids and I were headed out to spend the afternoon at a local trampoline park, but before we arrived, I decided to take a pit stop at Walmart because I needed to finally face the truth especially after finding out such devastating news.
I put the kids in a basket and headed straight to the pharmacy section to grab a digital pregnancy test and then straight to checkout. Off to the bathroom, we went. The kids and I packed ourselves in the handicapped stall so I could learn whether or not my life was about to change drastically. No judgment, y’all.
I had barely peed on the stick (TMI?) and two pink lines appeared instantly. This meant one of two things – I was having twins or I was a lot further along than I imagined. Thank God it was the latter and not twins. I later found out that I was almost 10 weeks at the time. Yikes!
Shocked was an understatement. As I stated previously, less than an hour beforehand I received some very traumatic news that I barely had time to process and now I was hit with this bombshell. At this point, the kids had no clue what was going on. I quickly gathered them up so that they wouldn’t miss out on Sunday Funday with their cousin. I cried all the way home. Luckily, the kids were passed out in the back from exhaustion.
How do I really feel about having another baby?
Can I be honest with you all? I mean this is my safe space, right? I know with vulnerability comes opinions and judgment so no tussling in the comments or in my DMs. Okay, sis?
Now that we got that out the way…
When I found out I was pregnant, I was numb. I had to process so much at one time and it was so hard for me to feel the normal emotions that come with pregnancy. I was indifferent. I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t sad either.
I’ve had multiple ultrasounds (I’m considered high-risk because I have gestational diabetes again, but I’ll save my feelings about that for another post), so I’ve had an opportunity to see the baby so much. I hope this doesn’t come off as being ungrateful especially to moms that may be struggling with infertility (I’ve been there), but even with hearing the heartbeat, seeing the fingers and toes, and feeling the kicks, the pregnancy didn’t feel real. It was like I was living a dream and I just couldn’t get excited. I finally broke down during a routine visit with my OBGYN and let it all out. I was diagnosed with prenatal depression.
I’m now nearly seven months pregnant, and I’m finally starting to feel a connection with the baby. It took me a while to actually believe that this was my reality. Because of that, I waited until I was halfway through my second trimester to let family and friends know and I just told my job last month. I was losing weight rapidly so there wasn’t much to hide. I barely had a bump.
Most recently, I’ve gone through the little I saved from when Jaxon was a baby and started buying the necessities. I didn’t expect to be pregnant so soon, so I got rid of nearly everything once we sold our house and moved in with my parents (told y’all a lot has changed). So now I’m basically starting over from scratch.
What am I having?
I haven’t mentioned it yet, but we’re team green this time. I’ve already been blessed with both a girl and a boy. I wanted to do something different this time so we’re waiting for the birth to find out the gender. I’m not sure if that has played a part in my connecting with the baby, but I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long. Nearly everyone suspects I’m having a girl. We’ll have to wait until February to know for sure. I’m secretly hoping the baby comes on my birthday.
How do the kids feel about having a new sibling?
Jade is so excited to welcome a new baby to the family. She’s such a sweet girl and is always rubbing my belly and talking and reading to the baby. Jaxon doesn’t really know what’s going on, but he does lift my shirt occasionally and say “baby.” I still can’t believe he’ll be a big brother soon. My little man is indeed growing up. Can y’all believe he’s already two?
I’m sure you all have many questions so drop them down below or send me a message on Instagram. My DMs are always open.
Now that the cat is finally out of the bag, I’ll be taking you all along as I decorate the nursery, pack my hospital bag, and do all the necessary preparations for a new baby and postpartum.
The only thing I’m a little sad about is going back to work after the baby is born. It was so nice having Jaxon home for those 15 months. Luckily, my maternity leave is 16 weeks so I’ll be able to spend quite a bit of time with the baby once they’re Earthside.
You never know what else I might drop during Blogmas so sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. I promise you it’ll be worth it.