When The Max was growing inside me I called him Little Bun until I found out he was a boy and gave him a proper name. Lucy was Gumdrop. Recently I got a complete surprise and now, Baby 3 is wiggling around somewhere in my torso. I have become unoriginal with the fetus nicknames.
I am completely absentminded about this pregnancy. I haven’t even told The Max as of yet. I don’t know how far along I am, somewhere in the area of ten weeks. My first appointment to help determine the due date will not be until I am at least eleven weeks along.
Part of my prenatal ignorance is that I am not sick. When I do sit and think about my new baby, I sometimes get worried, because sickness is a good sign, right? Aw, well. I’m having another baby. I’m very excited and I can already feel flutters if I slouch and smash my womb a bit, making Baby 3 flop to get some breathing room, or so I imagine. Once again I am craving rum and cokes and once again I am satisfying my craving with caffeine free cola with limes. Also, carrot sticks. My skin may turn orange from this addiction.
On another note, I found myself unemployed yet again this week. I had finally found a job with a schedule that worked and bosses that rocked. And then they decided to sell their business. Poop. The bright side of this is that I may find time to write a little more.
I’ve been struggling so much in the past few years on The Pilver. I started writing about the types of things I never buy any longer and the sort of places I rarely go these days. I haven’t really wanted to change the format, so I just have not written much at all. But I think I’m going to go ahead and write about what I do do (hehe) these days. Gardening, baking, canning, composting etc. This will not be a mommy blog. I promise you that. Not that there’s not a place for mommy blogs, I just am certain I would be terrible at hosting one. So, more homesteading hoopla and less city adventures. I hope the three readers I still have will stick around
Oh, and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!