Archiving Failure

So, I've done a horrible job of journaling this pregnancy. I have extensive write-ups of every stage of my first pregnancy, a few long journals from the second and absolutely none (but the few little bits on this blog) about this third AND VERY FINAL pregnancy. The one thing I have learned very well this time is that this is the LAST. If we want another child after this one, we will finally fulfill that vague need I feel to adopt.

The morning sickness that was really all-day-and-more-at-night sickness hit a horrid high about 3 weeks ago. I've thrown up a total of 3 times, a low number due to the benefits of Zofran, the world's most expensive drug for nausea. For our 11th wedding anniversary on June 15th, Spitz found the pharmacy in town that sold it for the least, and we got the doctor to call in 30 pills. He paid for them (the insurance only will pay for 12 pills each 30 days) and I've been able to take them anytime I need them (translate that "daily") ever since. His very thoughtful present has made this a bit more bearable to the tune of $840!

Anyway, I begin to hope (and hopefully not delude myself) that the sickness is on the downside. I've managed to take Zofran only in the morning and not again in the afternoon twice this week. Since it's been worse at night, I see that as quite a step forward. We'll see how it goes, because this is only week 13 - 3 weeks earlier than the sickness has ever gone away and 10 weeks earlier than it was over last pregnancy.

I'm excited to think that in about 3-4 weeks, I will be able to start to feel small movements inside. That is my ultimate favorite part of pregnancy. I always miss feeling the little one move inside after they are born. It's sort of lonely after months of being very firmly TOGETHER.

About a week ago, I was getting ready to step in the shower when Diana let out a huge gasp and said, "Mommy! Your tummy is getting bigger! Your tummy is getting bigger! Becca, look! Mommy's tummy is getting bigger!" She was so thrilled; I laughed and laughed. The girls have started talking to the baby. He can hear them now. (Yes, I use "he." If the sickness is going away early, I'm sure it must have a reason! Something significant must be different this time!)

I have an appointment August 15 for the ultrasound that will reveal the sex of this little one. If you mention it at all, the girls begin chanting loudly, "We want a girl! We want a girl!" As if it could possibly be influenced. (-: Spitz has actually brought up a potential name for the first time - we've not talked names at all yet - and it was a girl name.

Okay, my guilt at not archiving this pregnancy at all has been a bit assuaged. And it's time to go feed the savages lunch.