The shock has mostly worn off.
Okay, we’re still reeling.
All I can say is: There better be at least one girl in there, because there is no way I’m sticking around in a household of four men.
My sister-in-law assures me that I have a 75% chance of having at least one girl (25% g/g, 25% b/b, 50% b/g, for those interested) so that makes me a little happier.
I’m HUGE already.
With Gabe, I barely needed mat clothes until well into my 5th month. With Thing 1 and Thing 2, I’ve been in stretchy pants for weeks.
Granted, some of it is chub, but MOST is baby…s.
I’m still getting used to talking in plural forms.
I’ve already seen my midwife twice, but unfortunately, it looks like that relationship will be limited this go-round.
Apparently, multiple births are considered high-risk and as such, my midwives have to differ to an OB.
Not only that, but my desire for a homebirth as given way to giving birth, not only in a hospital, but in an O.R.
I’m finding this pretty tough. I already feel completely out of control when it comes to this pregnancy and it looks like I’m going to have a similar amount of control when it comes to my birth plan.
I’m hoping that if this pregnancy is picture perfect, the OB will be willing to sit quiet in a corner while my midwives deliver me.