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!
Little Bun and Gumdrop are good names. An ultrasound picture made Jessa look like Jigsaw from Saw so that is what I called her. Hopefully 2013 you will find that one job that is for you and the search will be over.
I hopes so
Thanks.
Wow, kb, congratulations! I just found out last week that I cannot have my birth control reinstated until I’m done breastfeeding, so I’ve been chasing Sifu away from me with a stick because while I admire people who can handle multiple small children at the same time, I know I’m nowhere near as coordinated as they are and no way do I have the stamina. You, I am certain, will ace it. You’re energetic. Plus, you make beautiful children.
Best wishes for an easy, healthy pregnancy and a great job soon!
Thanks!
I cannot do birth control. Not because of religious reasons or anything other than I hate having excess hormones in my body. I’ve got more than enough naturally. And THAT’S how you end up with surprise babies
Heh. Also, I had a combined total of about 45 minutes of morning sickness spread out over the span of one week, and a perfectly healthy pregnancy and baby, so with any luck you’ll have the same lack of sickness. I barfed into a trash can on a street corner once, and then I had to get on a bus full of people who had just seen me yakking. I never felt more ladylike in all my life.
With Lucy I puked at a national park restroom, while the janitor was trying to close up the building for the evening. I felt really badly that her last task of the day was scrubbing my vomit out of the toilet.
Hey, I’m really glad we traded puke stories